Knowing me, you’d be pretty sure I couldn’t resist posting on 12/12/12, the last Golden Date of this century. If I was going to post anything this month, surely I’d come out of hiatus (even if just briefly) for that! On the other hand, knowing me, you’d know I have a really strong and stubborn contrarian streak and would be even more likely to defy expectations and not post!
Of course, if you really knew me, then you’d know that I knew you knew that I’d know you knew that I… um… wait,… lost my place there.
The point is, knowing or not knowing isn’t the point; the point is snowing! As in, “It was.” All of a sudden, like. A lot!
Folks who live in these parts (or who read this recent blog post) know we had a pretty wimpy winter last year. As I mentioned in that previous post, I watch for three milestones. Will it snow by: Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas. Last year it barely snowed at all, let alone on Christmas. This year we got a brief dusting late Thanksgiving day, and naturally it didn’t last.
As of Friday, December 7th (Pearl Harbor Day and my sister’s birthday—I’m fairly certain there’s no connection), there was no snow. And then a light dusting began.
When I woke up Sunday morning (well, okay, around noon), there it was: Instant Winter; just add a south-kinked jet stream meeting up with hot, moist air from the gulf, and “Hey, Presto!!”
I have friends and family “down South” that I wanted to share the first snowfall pics with. Pre-blogging days, I used to whip up a new page on my personal website. But now that I have a blog, I can share with the world (ain’tch just thrilled).
So this is one of those “Dear Diary” entries mostly intended to mark the coming of winter and to share with friends. The first snowfall of the season is (at least to me) enjoyable (it gets old after a few months). Naturally I headed outside to play!
As for The Hiatus, I think for the next five months I’m going to have to try to be on reduced status. I definitely can’t post daily, but I’ll shoot for weekly (no promises). I still have a lot of material to write and publish before I reach the bottom of the hill.
What I’ve realized is ailing me blogwise is that The Job is stealing my words. My new position involves at least as much communication (with blind, deaf and dumb people) as it does design. And because we’re starting up a huge new system, right now there’s way more communication necessary than I’ve ever experienced before. (Some of my co-workers spend nearly 40 hours of their work week in meetings.)
So, bottom line, I’m just talked out. Brain Drained.
And as a hard-core introvert (who lives alone), I’m not used to communicating with people this much. Now I understand why the first few months, as I was getting used to this, I’d come home from work and crash on the couch!
I took a week off in November. The plan (ha!) was that I could spend a whole week working on articles I could polish and post over the next couple months.
Mostly what I did—all week—was crash on the couch.
It actually kinda makes sense. It’d been a long and kinda tough decade-and-a-half. In the last 15 years, I’ve: met “the one” and fallen in love (again); gotten engaged; sold my place; gotten married (and become a step-father); changed jobs; gone through 9/11 (I was born in NYC); discovered my marriage was a mistake; had my department closed, 60 days to find a new position, found it on day 58; gotten divorced, moved out, bought a new place; had a beloved dog (best one ever) die earlier than expected; had my job eliminated (again!), 45 days to find a new one, found it on day 7.
And so it looks like the last job of my career will be one of the least-liked (and that’s saying something; I’ve liked most of my jobs over the years).
Oh, well, so it goes. Sometimes the dragon wins.
I really can’t complain. I’ve always had decent health, a roof over my head, food on my table and money in my pocket. [We’re entering the Thanksgiving Post part of this post.] I somehow managed to never have grabbed the gold ring (or at least never managed to hold on to it), but in most other regards my life has been pretty cushy and nice. I am very aware and thankful of that.
And I may be nearly deaf, very near-sighted, rather short and definitely prone to weight gain (not a great combo), and I may have no visible arches to speak of, but I was given a good mind, and that has been my blessing. (I couldn’t avoid reading an article today about some actress I’d never heard of saying her breasts were her big selling point. My mind is my “breasts” so to speak.)
And I have had a great deal of fun in life! If I died tomorrow (not that I’m planning on it), I wouldn’t feel I’d missed anything I’d really wanted to see (except for that All-30 MLB ball park tour I have planned for retirement).
So, bottom line: this shit’s alright.
One last bit of news: I returned to an old friend recently. The friend in question is a 3D ray tracing application, called POV-Ray. It’s a freeware tool that allows you to design scenes and then render them.
You’ll likely be seeing some of my work down the road.
The thing that was funny is that, after I’d downloaded an installed POV-Ray, I copied my old files (from the last time I played with the app) from archive into my workspace. I smiled to notice the file dates: December 2006. Apparently something about December drives me to play with computer-designed graphics!
I’ve included a few early samples of stuff I’m working on.
You can probably tell them from the snow pictures!