In my dream, EB fell into an empty elevator shaft from two floors up because the stairs/elevator on that side of a concrete apt building had never been built.
By the time I got to her, she was already up and moving, but looked ROUGH. I could not convince her to go to the hospital. Kids who lived there could not even get me to look over the edge.
This was an email to a friend and coworker I haven’t seen in a while, and it seemed like a good overall current-life summary. I’m posting it here so I can find it again in the future.
The kids are a wrapped up in more elaborate game design stuff. Max gets out of the house to visit friends, and Khai does Karate 2x/week. Both still growing, but Max is formally a teen now.
Erica got a job at the Lewisville library. Part time, but it’s sort of a ramp-up to her having regular paychecks (a self-validation thing for her), and getting the kids used to being a little more self sufficient (unpossible). She still does her graphic design stuff about 25 hours per month. She wrote a book called “Secrets in the Ink”. It’s “done”, but she has a final formatting verify before activating the listing on Amazon.
Haven’t lost any weight in a while. Stuck between 260 and 265. Not super worried. Dropping more makes me VERY hungry, which slows me down on the bike. Definitely have continued to improve on riding. It’s been mostly mental, and stats help me with that. Also, it’s a good group socially.
Work-wise, I long for the days of one project at a time consisting only of new-system deployments with 100% access and few complications.
Mentally, I *feel* middle aged this year. I’m so ready to have retirement funded, but that’s so far away. At least it’s on track so far, but I see the next couple decades more as a grind than anything else. You know, that part of a game where everything looks just like the last 10 levels, but with different sparkles and all of the items are renamed.
Biking is the thing that’s different right now. I haven’t figure out “the next thing” yet, but I’ve toyed with the idea of jogging/running *gasp*. Cheaper than getting back in the cockpit.
I think it’s time we work out a company paintball or laser-tag or get-drunk-and-eat-food gathering. You know, for Thanks-July-mas.
I’m not much of a holiday person at all, especially the ones that seem to exist for the sole purpose of keeping retail sales from slumping between the “big” holidays.
But, Erica made me a bunch of neat cards all week. Some are little squares, some are cross-stitched folded-cards, and one is a watercolor BMO valentine from Etsy.
So, the best I could do was make a simple card with a beautiful but web-stolen graphic of hearts in a tree of life on the front, and a few simple words inside:
Dearest Erica,
You are so good to me.
I appreciate all of the daily things.
I appreciate your love, tolerance, and friendship.
I don't want you to be just my valentine.
Please get old with me.
We can count wrinkles and ailments together.
Love Always,
Josh Posh Squash
Also, I offered to pay for a Groupon for house cleaning.
Her life-long goal is to have a housekeepr.
I don’t really have the $$ to pay a full time keeper,
but from time to time, as a gift — I can do that.
But not me. I’m personally lazy.
I’ll work on other things for money, and
trade that money to pay someone else to clean.
I’m cheating, because I wasn’t on live-journal on her birthday, but I can backpost. :)
