You Never Forget
While reading the posts of distant friends, I sometimes find myself drawn into their lives - their hopes, dreams, happiness, and sadness. It fascinates me th...
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Coffee Break
The clock is ticking past four in the afternoon and I’m taking my first break of the day. I have a pretty bad habit of not stopping - I tend to work straight...
Neverending
As the clock ticks past 11pm I’ve cracked open the programming text editor I’ve been using for the last several months to write blog posts. I guess when it c...
Retracing Seasonal Paths
Every so many months I find myself retracing paths I have walked before. Repeating decisions. Revising judgement. Changing my mind one way or another. Becomi...
The Great Blogging Escape
I’m sitting in the junk room listening to the radio, typing into a text editor. The clock is ticking towards 9pm and I’m wondering where Saturday went.
Recovery
After going into surgery to repair her broken leg on Monday morning, Miss 16 came home on Tuesday afternoon. For the next few days she has swapped bedrooms w...
Postscript
She was scheduled to come out of surgery early this evening. We took a chance and jumped in the car - making the hour-long trek to the hospital. After parkin...
Broken Bones
The last thirty-six hours have been something of a whirlwind. While playing rugby on Sunday afternoon my youngest daughter tripped, fell awkwardly, and broke...
Going Out Out
We went “out out” last night. We took part in a charity fund-raiser quiz in town - held by the local rotary club. If you’re never heard of such a thing befor...
In Other Words
It’s Friday. The end of another week. I’m sitting in the junk room in front of my work laptop, picking through source code of a recent project written by a c...