Ok, dream time.
Jerusalem, instead of being a city on a hill in the desert, was instead on a high cliff by the ocean. Only for some reason, the ground underneath it had been carved away, and now the top was crumbling into the water below. Like they dug too deep or something. Either way, the foundation had eroded. Also, there was a small army approaching it.
Someone I work with (Let's call her J) brought in a professional photographer and was bent on getting some real good shots of everything as it happened. In the dream, it didn't feel out of place. Meanwhile, there were people on boats under the city investigating what happened. I was on one such boat, and so was Terry Crews. Apparently, he made the boat go faster.
I have the weirdest dreams sometimes.
Friday, January 6, 2017
Sunday, January 1, 2017
Twenty seventeen
Things I'm looking forward to this year:
Not moving.
Finish working on the basement.
I have a bunch of other stuff, but most of that is fairly private. For now, moving twice in as many years was more than I cared for. (I typically gain a bit of fondness for a place I live, and having lived in my previous home less than a year I developed none. It was strange being somewhere so briefly)
I type this from the as yet unfinished basement in the house I* own. Four separate rooms in the basement. A workshop, (work benches and everything), laundry room, what was a bedroom, and a craft room of sorts. The bedroom and craft room were finished. Horrid wood panels, a pinkish carpet that was older than me, and an aging drop ceiling. Had to be dealt with. Carpet torn out, walls painted, ceiling worked on. New lighting. I'd say I'm halfway done. My goal is to make an office out of the craft room and a lounge/library/study out of the bedroom.
This whole wife/kids/house thing has really taught me how to split my time up. I used to play a lot of video games. Now I feel like I'm curating other people's lives. Very fulfilling, more than I expected. I sat down and played Uno with my two older boys tonight. I used to play massive online games with dozens of people coordinating all sorts of strategies, and it was wildly entertaining. But playing an age old card game with a six and seven year old just warmed my soul.
*The bank owns it, really
Not moving.
Finish working on the basement.
I have a bunch of other stuff, but most of that is fairly private. For now, moving twice in as many years was more than I cared for. (I typically gain a bit of fondness for a place I live, and having lived in my previous home less than a year I developed none. It was strange being somewhere so briefly)
I type this from the as yet unfinished basement in the house I* own. Four separate rooms in the basement. A workshop, (work benches and everything), laundry room, what was a bedroom, and a craft room of sorts. The bedroom and craft room were finished. Horrid wood panels, a pinkish carpet that was older than me, and an aging drop ceiling. Had to be dealt with. Carpet torn out, walls painted, ceiling worked on. New lighting. I'd say I'm halfway done. My goal is to make an office out of the craft room and a lounge/library/study out of the bedroom.
This whole wife/kids/house thing has really taught me how to split my time up. I used to play a lot of video games. Now I feel like I'm curating other people's lives. Very fulfilling, more than I expected. I sat down and played Uno with my two older boys tonight. I used to play massive online games with dozens of people coordinating all sorts of strategies, and it was wildly entertaining. But playing an age old card game with a six and seven year old just warmed my soul.
*The bank owns it, really
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