Rest In Peace Of The Story

Somewhere around 3-4 decades ago, I could not figure out why my dad would enjoy listening to Paul Harvey. After all, my pop has definite liberal leanings, and someone as nerdish as Paul had to be a die hard conservative. As I aged, I came to appreciate Mr. Harvey's comments and delivery thereof; I saw his show not one of political ideology, but one of education and entertainment. I will miss him and what he meant to broadcasting. He gave lessons without being preachy, insulting or provocative. I know his son has taken over much of his broadcasting, but I am left wanting more of "The Rest Of The Story."

How To Celebrate A Warm Day

A succession of warm days has been a catalyst for some exciting after work activities:

1) De-poop the part of the back yard that isn't covered with snow
2) Sweep out the garage
3) Sweep off the "apron" in front of the garage
4) Move the can of gas for the snow blower from the garage to the shed
5) Replace the furnace filter
6) Celebrate 1-5 above by putting air in the bicycle tires and going for a short ride

Can Someone Retrain Me?

Yesterday was a snow day at the university. This followed a day when the "NEW" lab building was supposed to be closed for the morning. As a result I simply burnt a few vacation hours on Monday. Don't get excited here since our daughter decided to complain about hurting ears resulting in a trip to the doctor. As it turns out, she has a simple cold and not an ear infection. The annoying part is that she had an appointment for 11:20, and was seen by the doc at 12:20. Oh well... When I returned to work the tasks had piled up and I still have plenty to do tomorrow.

It's All Relative - No Pun Intended.

Journal:
Saturday: Clear off driveway before it gets deeper
Sunday: Clear off driveway before it gets deeper. Hope the plow or grader doesn't undo the work.
Monday: Clear off driveway before it gets deeper. Hope the plow or grader doesn't undo the work.
Monday night: Clear off driveway before it gets deeper. Hope the plow or grader doesn't undo the work.
Tuesday 04:30: Clear off driveway so wife can make it to work. Do only 2/3 of it and go back to bed.
Tuesday 08:30 Finish driveway. Hope the plow or grader doesn't undo the work.
Tuesday 09:30 Clear out friend's driveway and shovel 30 yard path to their front door. Hope plow/grader doesn't undo job.
Tuesday 12:00: Dig out Bronco/move Bronco so I can get to Ranger to give the dog we are taking care of his daily ride.
Tuesday 14:30: Clear off deck and position ladder in case I need to shovel off roof
Tuesday 15:30: Watch grader undo 1/2 of job at friend's driveway
Tuesday 15:31: Watch friend return from trip/undo the undoing
Tuesday 15:45: Wonder how the surviving members of the Donner Party made it out with some degree of sanity. Try more snow, more days, no rescue, and resorting to eating friends. Kind of makes a snow berm something to celebrate.

At N.A.U. The Future is Now

Well, we finally had more communication from the Office of the President of N.A.U., even if all it said is: we will know what we know when we know it and we will know some of it by Monday. So stay tuned to find out who still has a job after June 30th. The odd thing is they seem to have a better idea about FY 10 than about the remainder of FY 09.

IMPEACHMENT!

By the loading dock at the building I work in, there are dumpsters surrounded on three sides by brick walls. The other side has gates which are supposed to be held in place with pegs that fit into tubes in the ground. The problem is that the tubes are filled with dirt, sand snow and ice. In addition, the pegs are bent and no longer slide into the tubes - even if they weren't filled with stuff. When the wind blows, the gates swing freely, slam into the walls (and cars that are parked in the area) with a pleasant squeak-slam, squeak slam. This is absolutely scandalous and is known as dumpstergate.

Do Not Let The Cheese Separate.

Our daughter wanted to help with dinner tonight. I mean insisted on helping; in particular she wanted to make the cheese sauce for the fettuccine. She said if I told her how she would make it. I told her what to do and she did it. She even made me leave the room (Mommy stayed to keep her out of danger.) I must have had her use too much flour (Wondra) because it turned out too thick. Her immediate response was "Oh, we'll just add a little more milk." A splash or two of moo juice and it was perfect. Smooth, velvety, and yummy. I was jealous. The first time I tried to make a cheese sauce it was yummy, but grainy and anything but smooth and velvety. She even added a little pepper and Tabasco sauce for flavor. Maybe the next lesson should be shrimp scampi?