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I miss the web

Not so much that I miss using the web, which I do every single darn day. More that I miss working on all the cool web- and user- facing technologies that my many ASF friends talk about over on PlanetApache. My current job is both internally-focused (hence I don’t talk about it much) and mostly business process improvement and based on somewhat legacy technologies. So while it’s comfortable, and has plenty of great co-workers, it’s not quite as exciting as what I read about most days on the web.

But that’s not what I came to tell you about.

Came to talk about the draft.

Well, no, really, came to talk about my morning. Had to get the mail, so I stopped at Au Bon Pain for coffee since I really needed some. Got to my garage and stopped my car, where my coffee got knocked down, got imploded, got fallen over, got smashed up, got spilled all over. Havin’ a bad day, I was, feelin’ hung down, brung down, and all kinds of tired and blahy things.
So I walked on over to the mall about 100 yards away, and I headed into the one big chain coffee shop right next door, you know the one, with the big green lady in the circle on the 8 by 10 colored glossy sign over the shop.

I walked on in, stood on in the line, waited on up ’till I got to the counter, and I said: “Barista, I wanna wake up. I mean, I wanna be really awake. I wanna be flyin’ off the ground and bouncin’ off the walls, and pound out that work all day long. I want a triple large vendi-grande latte drink with extra this and some of that with a big old shot and more of everything else. I want it so much I want to THRILL, THRILL, THRILL.”

And the barista smilled at me, and said “You’ll get a THRILL THRILL THRILL!”

Then he said: “That’ll be $4.04 please.”

And I stopped. $4.04. 404. No wonder I’m having such a bad day today. I’m missing. Part of me is not found. Something’s gone; not sure what, can’t be that important, but it’s messin’ me all up anyway. Sigh.

So I paid the man, four singles and a nickel, and I got myself my one penny for change, and got my drink, and came on over to work to post this blog entry.

So here I am, just waitin’ for whatever it is I’ve lost to come around on the keyboard again, gettin’ ready to write my reports and build my websites and dream my little AJAXy dreams.

And I hope you have a better morning than I did today.

It was a double, double-D day today

Meaning I had two iced Dunkin Donuts coffees during the day. Yum. That was even after making real fresh ground Peet’s coffee this morning for breakfast. No, I don’t roast my own beans, but I do respect those who do. But I also very much enjoy the thin brown flavor of that local behemoth coffee shop, Dunkin Donuts. Little known fact (unless you read corporate history websites): the 100th Dunkin Donuts franchise opened in 1963, and the 1,000th franchise in 1979! No wonder I feel a kinship with the local chain, and remember Fred so fondly.
But the story isn’t about the donuts, and it isn’t even about the coffee, since heck, it wasn’t that hot today. The second iced was to get through putting my father’s air conditioner in, which always ends up being hot and sticky work no matter the weather. This post is actually about another song of my daughters, titled simply enough “Dunkin Donuts”. I sure hope their lawyers come emailing down my website to complain about trademark violations…

Dun-kin Doooo–nuts
Dun-kin Doooo–nuts
Dunnn-kin Doooo–nuts
The store is very far from heeere

Well, we had just left one DD, and were just driving past another DD on the other side of the road (if you know the Fresh Pond circles, you know what I mean), but it was a very cute song nonetheless. I was really hoping she’d continue, but the next verse to the same tune was about going to the pool, which we were about to do. More later about my theories on the Dunkin Distance, and the average Dunkin Daily Drive Time later.

My daughter, the songwriter

Oh yummy toast

Oh yummy toast

Oh yummy jelly

Mmm mmm mmm mmm

She has a pretty good sense of rhythm and pitch too, since there’s a recognizable melody as she sings it eating breakfast. I attribute that part to her mother, who sings to her at home, and her love of Do Re Me (That’d be The Sound Of Music to the rest of all y’all), wherein she knows all the songs.

Are vacations relaxing, or is relaxing a vacation?

What is it about going away from your home to someplace else that can be so relaxing?

Spending the weekend at the in-laws – which is fun, because my in-laws are great – and while I did a ton of stuff yesterday (and didn’t even take a nap on the couch like I almost always do) it still feels relaxing. Heck I even enjoyed myself cleaning up the dinner table and putting away the dishes and sweeping the floor.

(OK, correction: I did just take a nap, although it was on the bed upstairs with Roxanne while she napped instead of on the couch.)

We love coming to Mim & Dud’s ‘on vacation’ though. We only come down for one night or a weekend usually, but it’s still thoroughly relaxing. There’s something about being at a comfortable friend’s or family’s house that can be relaxing. Not always, of course: there’s the not too busy weekend where you have to do something all the time, or the not-quite-comfortable relatives that you have to visit but you don’t really want to visit. But when it’s someplace comfortable, it always seems like more fun, even when you are doing chores.

Of course a big bonus is the food. I’m one of those people who live to eat, and sometimes we seem to go directly from after-breakfast cleaning up leftovers snack directly into appetizers for lunch. Mim always has something nice planned for dinner. Last night we had dueling pork roasts since lots of other folks were coming over to see Roxanne.

Roxie loved seeing her cousins – she ran back and forth chasing them and pushing toys and stealing cookies (which she didn’t need) for a while. It was a lot of fun!