2/17/2004 - 5/23/2004: Old Blog
Almost lost this; it's what I get for trying to modify the live software. Searched for a copy in the major search engines; found out that they haven't visited my little site. Hmph...
Update on Sherry, and A Clarification
Brought Sherry home at about 1:00pm. Her hemoglobin is still low but it's inching up, indicating her body's recovering her blood. Also, the D&C seems to have worked; bleeding is almost nil, per plan.
...she's asleep right now. It's been a tense couple of days, with her situation improving but not fast enough to slake worry. I feel that her eating will make the most difference, but her appetite is only just now kicking in.
Just Because I Can!
I am writing this on my new HP IPAQ 4150 with internal WiFi, walking around the house, just because I can. In this act, I am reminded of how far the tech has come - this little device has 200x the computing power of my first computer circa 1983. I still have it; it sits under the train layout in the basement at home in Colorado.
Bikes on Kwaj
Sherry and I just finished our evening bike ride. 'Round the north end of the island, down the road by the lagoon past New Housing, Emon Beach, "Silver City" (the trailers), then past the DSC and Small Boat Marina, round the boathouse area, then back, past the airport and north on Ocean Road. We try to do this every night at dusk, or later with flashlights. We don't ride fast, but it's still good exercise. Between that ride and all the riding we do during a typical day, we get a decent amount of exercise. Yes, to all of you who know Sherry well: she's enjoying bike riding!
Too Funny to be True
Shandra forwarded this one; I know a few kids who would say this...
One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class. She came to the part of the story where the first pig was trying to accumulate the building materials for his home.
She read, "...And so the pig went up to the man with the wheelbarrow full of straw and said, "Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build my house?'"
The teacher paused then asked the class, "And what do you think that man said?"
One little boy raised his hand and said, "I think he said 'Holy S%*x ! A talking pig!'"
The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.
Quote of the Year
Snarfed off of slashdot:
"Inside every old guy is a young guy wondering WTF happened." --big-giant-head
Quiet Time on the Island
It's the lull between missions. No TDYers around, no training runs, no morning meetings to come between me and coffee. Even the wind has stopped. It was calm enough today for the cat captain to take us ocean-side for the return trip from Meck; out Meck Pass, back in at Bigej. Nice ride. Pleasure boats are out again, after a good couple of weeks of small craft warnings. Almost seems like the summer doldrums.
Sherry's ill, caught some sort of virus at the Yuk last Sunday. Doesn't it sound like a place where you'd catch something? We'd gone to see the Kenney Polson Project, a jazz band that AFE brought in. Nice music; reminded me of the times we spend at Jazz On The Green in Omaha, just before we got married. Well, if you're gonna be sick, do it between the missions...
A good friend had an operation today to remove malignancies from his throat. Not here, back in the states. They'll fly you out to Honolulu for a stomach ache; they just don't have the resources here to deal with much. Anyway, haven't heard how he did; prayers are in order.
The house is really quiet - Sherry's asleep on the couch, Matt's doing homework, no TV or music, and only the occasional roll of a wave from the shore for outside noise. Oh, the hum of the air conditioner and the cicadia-like buzzing I hear anymore in place of high-pitched sounds to round off the aural environment. Y'get used to it...
Enjoy it while you can, foo-man. It'll be busy enough, soon enough.