... the IT man in LibraryLand
So I'm back after a geologically short break.
Much has happened during this time with celebrations, convalescences, and conferences plural, all making demands on one’s time.
One’s biggest responsibility has been the undertaking of one’s Presidential duties for SPUN conference both organisationally and MC-ingly.
Of course one had most excellent helpers in the form of Sis, MoneyM, and SecretaryL. However much of the burden and danger of public speaking fell upon one’s shoulders including the dreaded nervous loss of appetite despite swathes of yummy conference food!
One looks forward to returning to the slightly less dangerous realm of Library IT support.
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Significant Things
So, a couple of significant things have occurred lately.
The first is Anniversary the Fourth betwixt Salsa Girl and oneself. This fell a week or so back and we celebrated with babysitting and an evening out at a local eating establishment.
There was much congratulations on having reached our Fruit and Flowers milestone (if you prefer the modern ones that would be diamonds - it's all diamonds in the modern list) and other mushy stuff that one's manly continence cannot bear to repeat.
The second is the birthday of the infamous The Tiger this weekend just passed. She has turned a sprightly twelve years of age. According to the one cat age calendar I bothered to consult that would place her at 65 human years - although I doubt many humans would still scamper after balls of paper across the floor at that age.
The day after her birthday was full of repeated pleas for daily doses of that special food that she received so eagerly on her birthday.
This was very unlike Salsa Girl who merely wanted more of that anniversarial dining out and massage stuff that she received so eagerly.
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The first is Anniversary the Fourth betwixt Salsa Girl and oneself. This fell a week or so back and we celebrated with babysitting and an evening out at a local eating establishment.
There was much congratulations on having reached our Fruit and Flowers milestone (if you prefer the modern ones that would be diamonds - it's all diamonds in the modern list) and other mushy stuff that one's manly continence cannot bear to repeat.
The second is the birthday of the infamous The Tiger this weekend just passed. She has turned a sprightly twelve years of age. According to the one cat age calendar I bothered to consult that would place her at 65 human years - although I doubt many humans would still scamper after balls of paper across the floor at that age.
The day after her birthday was full of repeated pleas for daily doses of that special food that she received so eagerly on her birthday.
This was very unlike Salsa Girl who merely wanted more of that anniversarial dining out and massage stuff that she received so eagerly.
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Hulk: Year Two
So, yesterday was the second anniversary of Hulk's arrival. Or maybe it was the day before that by the time I publish this, or even further away by the time you read this. In fact let's just say recently. On a geological scale.
Anyway, One recently...etc. threw a splendid party for family and very close friends. And by one I mean Salsa Girl, who performed a mountain of preparation work making sure there was a bountiful feast, much fun and games, and suitable music.
The Pass the Parcel was a big hit and went of with nary a dispute between the youngsters and Hulk explaining the rules to me throughout.
Hulk spent much of the afternoon displaying her genetic heritage by snacking from the buffet table exclaiming "do you want something else to eat", in between episodes of jumping around shouting "look at all the balloons".
All in all a most excellent party to cap off a hard year that has gone past way too fast.
Thankfully Hulk's twos should be much easier...
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Anyway, One recently...etc. threw a splendid party for family and very close friends. And by one I mean Salsa Girl, who performed a mountain of preparation work making sure there was a bountiful feast, much fun and games, and suitable music.
The Pass the Parcel was a big hit and went of with nary a dispute between the youngsters and Hulk explaining the rules to me throughout.
Hulk spent much of the afternoon displaying her genetic heritage by snacking from the buffet table exclaiming "do you want something else to eat", in between episodes of jumping around shouting "look at all the balloons".
All in all a most excellent party to cap off a hard year that has gone past way too fast.
Thankfully Hulk's twos should be much easier...
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Down on the Farm
On the weekend last, Salsa Girl, Hulk, and One made a long-planned expedition to the Collingwood Children’s Farm.
For a start, one was disappointed to see no evidence of the cultivating of young supporters of the mighty black and white.
It was Hulk’s first chance to sight many of the farm animals that had heretofore only existed for her in the plethora of picture books scattered across our living room floor.
This was all evidenced by her wonder at sighting them and her joyous exclamation upon being asked what animals she had seen at the farm today, of:
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For a start, one was disappointed to see no evidence of the cultivating of young supporters of the mighty black and white.
It was Hulk’s first chance to sight many of the farm animals that had heretofore only existed for her in the plethora of picture books scattered across our living room floor.
This was all evidenced by her wonder at sighting them and her joyous exclamation upon being asked what animals she had seen at the farm today, of:
“tractor!”
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