Friday morning, April 1

[mapsedge]

Not much into April Fool's Day pranks. My ever-so-literal mind doesn't see the point, and in any case my life is complicated enough without throwing that sort of shit in. Show of hands, anyone surprised? No?

Right. Onward.

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In the "Let me drop everything and work on YOUR problem" Department, a panicked phone call from a web client about incorrect inventory data has thrown a severe monkey wrench into the morning's cogs. Sheesh...just because we show them offering $3000 off every car, he gets all in a snit about it (yeah, that was self-deprecating sarcasm...this is honestly a bad thing that needs fixing.)

I'm doing what I can, but all of this is controlled by a system I didn't write that is hopelessly spaghetti'd together. If the basic tools I have don't fix it, the best I can do is to take his inventory offline until the issue is addressed by DataGuy, who is home with a 102º fever and not planning on being online much today.

EDIT: he's on it. I feel for him, sick as he is, to have to deal with this. I don't much like him (or his coding style), but I am capable of compassion.

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Ever been in a peaceful valley when the dam upstream breaks and you watch with horrified fascination as the wall of water comes rushing down at you?

I feel that way about Seamlyne right now. It seems that our season has started a bit earlier than I thought it would.
I'm grateful for the money coming in, don't get me wrong, but with an activity nearly every night of the week - swimming lessons, Irish dance, coffee house side work, etc - it's going to get hectic in a hurry. Scratch that, it's hectic now. 

Wow. Be careful what you wish for, right?

Michelle and I are going to have to adjust how we handle running the kids around. We can't all be together as a family all the time unless we can find a way to cart the kitchen and the costume shop with us everywhere we go. 
 

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On the upside, the Morris family are all healthy at the same time, aside, that is, from sinus and tension headaches. 

 

Thanks to Seamlyne and a few capital expenses there, we're in a better position coming into tax time that we have been in several years. 

 

My world is starting to turn green again. The hillsides are starting to turn vaguely fuzzily green. I might even have to mow this weekend. What a joy that will be - no, really. I like the first mowing of the season. It's mowing in July and August that I don't like.

 

Concert tomorrow. If I can get a chance to practice, I plan to add at least three new songs to the set. That'll be nice.

 

Comments

[buffalowmn.livejournal.com]

Y'know, the house across the street from us is for sale. You could move over here, and then we could help you shuttle kids, dye fabric, etc (well, ok, that last one is contingent on your being willing to watch us ruin a few batches first. Learning curve, y'know). Personally, I think this is a brilliant plan. We'll help you pack. *grin*

[billthetailor.livejournal.com]

Tempting, oh so tempting. I'm so very tired of dealing with structural/cosmetic issues in this place. The neighborhood would have to allow outbuildings and vegetable gardens, though. None of this "homeowner's association" bullshit.

If not for the long commute to work and, more importantly, grandma's house, I'd consider it.

I can't imagine packing up all the shit we've held onto over the years. Bonfire would be more like it, carbon footprint be damned.

[buffalowmn.livejournal.com]

Veggie gardens yes, outbuildings no. Also a no on clotheslines. Ask me sometime how I feel about our HOA, but you'll want to have a pretty significant chunk of time free first. *grumble*

OOH OOH OOH! You can start working on teleportation technology (you know, with all that free time you've got), and then everybody's life gets simpler! I think this is a brilliant plan. :D

[billthetailor.livejournal.com]

I have often been curious how HOAs exert their power. They're not a federal or civic agency, no police force or army, no squads of assassins, and if I've just paid $200k for a house it seems to me that I should have the right to do with it as I please, and the HOA can suck whatever part of my anatomy is most convenient (which, as long as I'm standing, is most of it.)

"You have to tear down your shed, Mr. Morris."

Yeah? Make me.

[buffalowmn.livejournal.com]

I don't really understand how they get their power either--something about a contract, I think--but I do know that their enforcement plan involves liens and fines and stuff.

Frankly, I'd argue that while I certainly understand the diminished property value that accompanies a ramshackle lean-to that's too dangerous to approach without construction equipment, I also think that a neighborhood looks a little, well, more neighborly if it *doesn't* have its very own little gestapo. ...And as soon as the universe wants my opinion about such matters, I guess it'll call me or something. lol

[dmoralized.livejournal.com]

Read the fine print (the really small stuff that gets to the no-no nitty gritty) then make a note of every violation in the subdivision. If called into court (where this s--t usually winds up) you call every violator affected by the HOA to the stand as a defense witness, especially the officials of said same self gratifying organization. Courts have a habit of throwing out cases where the plaintiffs are called as defense witness.

Just so you know,
Stained glass windows are fine when the plaintiffs ignored the kind of bush they could put out along the driveway, placement of gardens in the yard, height of fences, color of trim...

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

Wow Dude. See... I have a theory about days like this. My yesterday started all happy and relaxed and then I get a phone call from my ex, all in a panic due to some error she made which cost her some of her Social Services benefits. A big deal to her, not so much to me. From there it just sort of grew into that day that feels like it is moving so fast that if you stick your arm out the window, it'll get lopped off by a passing mailbox (Which is the scare tactic my parents told their young sons to keep them from putting their arms out the window)

My theory ... more like a postulated pre-hypothesis... looks a the world as a big savings bank. You have a string of good days or a day when things go really easy and comfy. The world is ok. Then, if you are the sort that has been selected for heavy duty in a weary world, you'll have all sorts of crap shoved at you, all at once. Just to test your mettle. If you bend without breaking and make it through alive, congratulations! You made it to side six and the next round. If you give up and throw the covers over your head... tomorrow will be three times worse.

I suspect you are destined for great things, be it through your actions or the actions of someone you influence.

and that is my fortune cookie for today.

[billthetailor.livejournal.com]

My brother Mike used to say, in a stentorian rumble sorta like James Earl Jones in Conan the Barbarian,

Every moment of pleasure must be purchased with a moment of pain.

I suspect you are destined for great things, be it through your actions or the actions of someone you influence.

I like your fortunes much better than my own. Mine usually read ... well, like my brother's pronouncement, above. We come from a weird family.

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

I'm glad Seamlyne is picking up but SO understand the wall of water image. SO understand. *g* Feeling a bit guilty about all the word of mouth I've been giving Seamlyne, but not that much. If you get an order for a shirt from California, a man named Taylor, that's from me. Yes, Charles' son. And I'm not sure who else, I know I spelled out the web-site name for someone in a store the other day. I should get cards from you, I really should.

Concert? Where? I know I got the email but I've slept since then and don't remember. Short attention span and all that.

Yeah and SO not surprised that you feel as I do about April Fools.

[billthetailor.livejournal.com]

Concert? Where? I know I got the email but I've slept since then and don't remember. Short attention span and all that.

The Stage Coffee House in Englewood, 8:00-10:00. You've been there, but it was called "Stone Bridge" at the time.

http://tinyurl.com/stonebridgecoffeehouse

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

I'll try to make it; that sounds like a fun way to spent a Saturday evening.

[red-tess.livejournal.com]

We hope to get paid next week and then I'll be adding to your workload for Seamlyne... :)

[billthetailor.livejournal.com]

Awesome! Bring. It. On. :)

[dmoralized.livejournal.com]

"...unless we can find a way to cart the kitchen and the costume shop with us everywhere we go."

Can't help with the kitchen, but i have a Spartan with a hand crank on it I could loan you!

RileyG