More flowers from the front yard.
Edit: Angela identified the flowers as Fleabane.
So Angela has this 12 year old Flower Power iMac that she’s wanted me to refurbish for some time now. It’s a rare model and was happy to do it. Long story short, I fucked up part of it today.
Since my mother died in 1998, I haven’t thought about the holiday much. This year, I tried to put some effort into it. She may be gone, but there are other mothers in my life to celebrate. It’s a hard job and they deserve credit for what they do.
Happy Mother’s Day to you all!
Another milestone reached, the age if 40. It means a lot of things to many different people. For all that get here, it certainly means one thing;
Congratulations, you’re not getting any younger, but you made it this far at least!
Yesterday was the funeral for one of my coworkers. Technically, an ex-coworker, since she quit her job last year to move back to California and to be with her family. It was an emotional parting, since we knew something was up, but refused to say anything at the time. We didn’t find out what was up until December, when one of my other coworkers (one that knew her from a previous job) called around Christmas. That’s when we found out that she had cancer and was looking for some kind of hospice care. She smoked Menthols like a chimney all the 15 years I knew her (the interior of the computers she used looked as tobacco-coated as her lungs, I suspect), so the diagnosis wasn’t a huge shock. Still, it was still enough of one that it helped me quit smoking after 14 years this January.
Baby, the rain must fall. It did, this weekend, often and every day! This is why we discovered that living in the Pacific Northwest, while interesting, is not the way for us (there was also the high unemployment rate, but we digress). Too much rain reminds me of the SAD issues of my youth in Michigan when we dealt with the endless cold, snow and gray skies.