Girl I know got hit by a car a few days ago. She's in the hospital hooked up to a dozen or so machines keeping her alive. More drugs in her blood than blood making sure her body doesn't fail.
Kids only 14 and she's a cyborg.
Her parents are putting on a good face, at least everyone but her mother. Nobody's really required to *look* good in circumstances like this, though. Everyone is optimistic. Doctors are using the phrase "looks good" talking about her brain.
Oh yea. Her brain. Her body will recover. It was the 20 minutes her heart wasn't beating, and however long she wasn't breathing that's gonna cause trouble. Once she wakes up, anyway.
I have way too many thoughts running through my head about all this.
Monday, October 29, 2018
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
The time over
So things at work have been busy. We're behind schedule on 90% of our work (not mine, mine is way ahead), and we're bringing on new employees. At least one, anyway. But to make up the slack, we need to work overtime.
This is, at least for me, a completely new thing. I once had a job that deliberately cut employee hours to ensure they didn't have to offer any benefits. Now here I am, staying late and coming in on Saturdays all while they throw extra money at me for the privilege.
I'm honestly not used to it. 40 hours is the max I've ever really worked, and that's because companies seem extra terrified to pay for more than that. After a few days staying late, the new departure time felt perfectly normal. Coming in on Saturdays, however.... well that just sucks. Can't complain about money if I'm not willing to do what it takes, though.
I hope it lasts, because I'm greedy. I hope it doesn't last, because I'm lazy.
Definitely have mixed feelings here.
This is, at least for me, a completely new thing. I once had a job that deliberately cut employee hours to ensure they didn't have to offer any benefits. Now here I am, staying late and coming in on Saturdays all while they throw extra money at me for the privilege.
I'm honestly not used to it. 40 hours is the max I've ever really worked, and that's because companies seem extra terrified to pay for more than that. After a few days staying late, the new departure time felt perfectly normal. Coming in on Saturdays, however.... well that just sucks. Can't complain about money if I'm not willing to do what it takes, though.
I hope it lasts, because I'm greedy. I hope it doesn't last, because I'm lazy.
Definitely have mixed feelings here.
Wednesday, October 17, 2018
Murder Mystery
A friend recently hosted a murder mystery party. I've been to one before, but it was... lame. You all had lines to read and the reveal happened at the end with the guilty party knowing the entire time. Nothing exciting.
This was different. Nobody knew who the guilty party was until the big reveal at the end. All we had were clues about each other that led us to pry more details until we could establish motive and opportunity.
My dear wife isn't what you'd call a social butterfly. She doesn't like the spotlight. Her character was the most dynamic, very interesting, and connected with almost every event. Me, on the other hand? The actual social butterfly? Nothing. My character was Mr Dud. To a point where nobody was asking me any important questions.
I knew my character had both motive and opportunity. But that's all I had. My character was so boring I began to think it was me.
Yea, it was me.
This was different. Nobody knew who the guilty party was until the big reveal at the end. All we had were clues about each other that led us to pry more details until we could establish motive and opportunity.
My dear wife isn't what you'd call a social butterfly. She doesn't like the spotlight. Her character was the most dynamic, very interesting, and connected with almost every event. Me, on the other hand? The actual social butterfly? Nothing. My character was Mr Dud. To a point where nobody was asking me any important questions.
I knew my character had both motive and opportunity. But that's all I had. My character was so boring I began to think it was me.
Yea, it was me.
Sunday, October 14, 2018
The beard
A few years ago, I got lazy and just grew out a beard. My wife, without saying much, loved it.
She didn't do much either. I had no idea.
I've grown it out every so often since then, but never for very long. A couple of weeks at most. However in my age it seems to have changed. Now there's a grey patch right on my chin. Now the beard alone adds 10 years to my face, but they grey adds another 5. I'm at a part of my life where I don't *want* to look older. Then the hair itself simply wasn't soft anymore. Top of my head - baby smooth. Face - iron bristles.
A friend hosted a murder mystery event the other night. Costumes encouraged. I grew out a beard for awhile for the costume. Put on a pair of old glasses sans lenses. Got some clothes I haven't worn in forever. It was awesome.
I shaved this morning. My daughter took a second recognizing me. I could feel my wife's sorrow.
She didn't do much either. I had no idea.
I've grown it out every so often since then, but never for very long. A couple of weeks at most. However in my age it seems to have changed. Now there's a grey patch right on my chin. Now the beard alone adds 10 years to my face, but they grey adds another 5. I'm at a part of my life where I don't *want* to look older. Then the hair itself simply wasn't soft anymore. Top of my head - baby smooth. Face - iron bristles.
A friend hosted a murder mystery event the other night. Costumes encouraged. I grew out a beard for awhile for the costume. Put on a pair of old glasses sans lenses. Got some clothes I haven't worn in forever. It was awesome.
I shaved this morning. My daughter took a second recognizing me. I could feel my wife's sorrow.
Wednesday, October 3, 2018
Broken heat
The calendar is meaningless when it comes to how it feels. Honestly.
Sure, we look at equinox and solstice as the 'official' change of seasons, but the heat always lingers longer than it's wanted.
It finally broke. I stood outside the other day and felt the air. It was no longer the warm, wet air of summer. It was crisp. I felt the dryness of the air wanting to pull moisture from my skin. I saw my breath this morning before work.
I've waited long for this. My winter wardrobe is vastly superior to my summer attire, and I'm a vain old fool.
Sure, we look at equinox and solstice as the 'official' change of seasons, but the heat always lingers longer than it's wanted.
It finally broke. I stood outside the other day and felt the air. It was no longer the warm, wet air of summer. It was crisp. I felt the dryness of the air wanting to pull moisture from my skin. I saw my breath this morning before work.
I've waited long for this. My winter wardrobe is vastly superior to my summer attire, and I'm a vain old fool.
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