Category Archives: Flying with Warthog Air

My Father In Law

My Father-in-law used to tell me that the only problems were people problems. He was so very right. So.Very.Right. Any other good wisdom from Father’s in law out there?

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The Moon Illusion

I went out on to my front porch last night and I saw the almost full moon. It was just rising and I looked at it out over the field, behind the elm trees that are almost 60 years old. … Continue reading

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Busted

Now, I’ve done some very boring things in my almost 6 years at this company. The two weeks I spent in 2009, between Christmas and New Years where I deleted closed accounts out of the old system? Yeah, that was … Continue reading

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And this is . . .

There was this moment, last week, when I drove past our house, the house we lived in when we were first married. The house where we lived on soup, because our grocery budget was $100 a month. The house that … Continue reading

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Smoke Test

Yes, Yes alarm. I’m awake. No. Awake is the wrong term. I am conscious. Possibly just. Crack open eye. Look at alarm clock. 5 am. (which is more or less 2 hours before I usually get up) Curse, just a … Continue reading

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Today

Yesterday I sat down and reckoned a bit. My CAPM exam was Dec. 2, and then I had my VBA course and then I worked for about 2 days, and then I was on vacation. What this means, more or … Continue reading

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Always Wrong

Why do I always have to be wrong? There was. . . an incident last Monday night. I immediately blamed myself. It’s what I always do. It’s what I have always done. If something has gone wrong, I must be … Continue reading

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Status Update

Hotel. Bed. Dead.

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When I Learned to Dance

It is 6:03 am and I am answering another wake up call – remembering that this hotel uses real people and not machines. I do not swear this time. I mutter “hello” and “thank-you”. It is 6:30 am, and I am standing … Continue reading

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Status Update

I suspect that there’s nothing further that I can say about this. Still staying ahead of the work until you crash curve. Even if just barely.

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