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Monday, March 8, 2010



Spent the morning at the library, always a worthy trip.

Spent the afternoon writing things. I've a stack of things to write, but after I finished today's project I'm hoping that everything else will come much more easily. Write, rewrite, edit, trim, get flustered over pagination, rinse and repeat. I've been mulling over this for two or three weeks now and it is a great relief to just have it finished.

Now we'll see what comes of it.

It all means today was a busy and productive day. Tomorrow will be even busier.

Did you watch 24? It was explosive. Starbuck still looks less than ept. Bubba is growing into the job as the boss of CTU. Kiefer Sutherland chews a little scenery, and they write what might be one of their best promos for the scenes from next week ever.

(You'll be shocked to learn, next week, that either: A. There's a mole in CTU B. CTU is a target for the bad guys.)

We watched the local news, rewinding the TiVo along the way. Live television is hard enough, rewinding it to catch the errors just isn't fair. I did find two typos in 20 minutes of screen time.

Me especially, but we can all benefit from a little copy editing.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

She has a cat that is nuts.


Beautiful day. Just beautiful. Spring is here, arrived earlier than the calendar implied, but later than we wished. Nevertheless, spring is here and it doesn't know who realizes it.

We opened the windows and the sliding doors today for the first time this season. We took the cats out onto the balcony. One of them, years ago, lived outside, but they are both pretty timid about it when there isn't a pane of glass or a screen between them and the big bad world.

On the balcony though the cats aimed right at the corners. Just as I thought I should sweep this up they started rolling around in the dust and dirt and leaves. That was when I took the picture.

It is very hard to convince a cat that a towel can be an innocuous thing.

Cleaned a bit, put away laundry some, read a lot, got ready for the week a a little. Wish I'd done all of those things outdoors. It was a beautiful day.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Yesterday was my mother's birthday, which made today a travel day.

The Yankee and I drove up to north Alabama to spend the day with family. They introduced us to their Wii. My grandmother, who has always been deceptively athletic, has lately mastered video games. Bowling, baseball, tennis, it doesn't matter, she'll school you.

I might have her on the balance board, but then the woman is in her 70s and is recovering from two recent knee surgeries. I should beat her at the hula hoop game.

Of course The Yankee now owns all the records on the winter sports. Snowboarding, slalom, some other thing that I don't think is really a sport, she claimed them all.

As for the razzing the Wii doles out, it isn't that bad. If you can't accept a gentle pre-programmed ridicule from an unthinking machine then you should know where you stand right away. I say this while acknowledging that the Wii board assigned me an age a bit over my biological age. The silly little balance test is to blame -- and if nothing else I have reasonable balance.

If you play enough games on the little balance board you'll start to feel it in your calves. Otherwise I doubt it would replace trips to the gym.

Of course The Yankee wants one now. "For research," she says.

We had dinner at Waltons, a place I'd never heard of because it is two miles off the trail that veers from the beaten path. The people were nice. The food was decent, they've recently become fans of Worcestershire sauce.

Apparently the locals approve; the restaurant has two five-star reviews on that page. There aren't a lot of restaurants in that area, though. The place is done in a half-hearted nautical theme, as is not unusual for the area. On the wall there was a life ring stamped Seattle, Wash., which is a long way from the restaurant. You wonder if there's a story behind why it has come that far, but some times the person with the answer isn't around.

The family bumped into four or five different people that they know while leaving the restaurant. It is a neat experience to meet people they've known for decades from church or work or school. It always happens.

My mother looks great. Not even a day older. She's a very together lady who delights in telling people she has a son as old as I am. Now, I'm sure, she'll use the Wii's age if I ever come up in a conversation that lets her brag on her looks. It'll be even more impressive.

I hope she also tells them I own the high score on a game where you push a bubble around a river while avoiding bees. When you get dominated across a wide swath of video games you take your pride where you can.

Friday, March 5, 2010

The Yankee and Ward at Pie Day.


Nothing cures the dreadful feeling of not getting anything done like doing several things all at once. Fine day, bright, sunny a bit chill, but Jack Frost is on the canvas and he's wobbly and probably not getting up. That's fine for everyone, especially the trees which are just days from budding. It will be glorious.

Anyway. Busy day today. Sat on a bike for the first time since -- wow the past year has flown -- last summer. Pedaled 10 miles. I'll be sore tomorrow. It was good to be on the bike. I've been doing a lot of weights lately and they are just more tedious than anything. Yes, pushing my legs up and down in a rapid, repetitive motion is less tedious to me than moving weights.

Wonder if I can work my way back up to those 50-mile days I had last summer. That kind of distance seems a long way off just now.

Recruiting all morning. Our department is handing out big awards, most students at Samford are on some type of scholarship or assistance and we've passed out several for next fall's incoming freshmen already, with more to come. I've spent a lot of time on the phone and writing letters lately, but it is worth it for the good that money will go toward. And, since I don't have the money to donate myself ... it just works out well.

Ate two buck lunch with Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt. I've lately been making nice progress in Doris Kearns Goodwin's No Ordinary Time. This was a Christmas gift from my mother-in-law, I might have mentioned that. I've been reading it almost since Christmas. The Yankee, who skims things, has been teasing me lately. I read much slower, because I get caught up in sentence structure and the graceful use of dashes. When they are graceful. Just over 100 pages to go, though, so in the next few nights I'll finish this book. Then I can get needled for reading something else slowly. Just as well, I'm ready for a break from Mrs. Roosevelt.

I sat in on a curriculum meeting for the department in the afternoon. Very interesting conversation among industry experts and faculty. Our curriculum was redesigned four years ago, now we're trying to be sure the students are getting what they need and examining the possibility of new changes. The industry is just moving that quickly.

Wrote letters and organized paperwork in the afternoon. It seemed that my office exploded with syllabi and notes and scribbled upon sheets of loose leaf. This all adds to the feeling of a great day's progress, somehow.

Figured out one technical gaffe. Identified another. Not everything can be progressive all at once, there has to be inertia somewhere.

Did a little shopping after work, came home, paired off the socks, ran some laundry, sat down just as The Yankee got home. We chatted, sitting close in our rocking chairs and enjoying a few minutes of not going. You should try this too. It is very appealing to the senses and tends to add a nice relaxing stretch to the day.

We made our way to Pie Day, just the two of us this evening. Ward, pictured above, told us that the pie prices have actually decreased. So have the sizes, a bit. But I was stuffed before I'd finished half my meal anyway -- and now there are leftovers for breakfast. But not the pie. You can't just leave that sitting around.

We visited the dollar theater after dinner, checking out It's Complicated, which prompts the return of the dozen word review:
Streep, Baldwin and Martin have chemistry. We see too much of Baldwin.
She's great. Steve Martin is, well, Steve Martin. Alec Baldwin was playing the more charming version of his smarm. And he has a knack for taking his clothes off, making you want to hit the gym.

It was fun, but there's a moment or two in there that might make you uncomfortable if you took someone a little ... unprepared.

So there. Got a few things accomplished, got some bills paid (even made it to the bank!) pushed a few more projects closer to out the door, did a tiny bit of shopping, relaxed with my best girl, had dinner and a movie. Not a bad Friday.

I hope the start of your weekend was just as fruitful!