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

[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