A mixed weekend
Feb. 9th, 2009 09:46![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mapsedgeThe first half of Saturday was wonderful. A very Spring-ish day, which I spent outside working on the house. It was a perfect afternoon: the house windows were open, so I could see in, hear the household noises, smell bread baking on the occasional puffs of air from inside, while I'm outside in shorts(!) and toolbelt, standing on a makeshift scaffold nailing stuff to my house.
Still not done, but I've learned how to make fast progress and recycle the siding I take off, which means we have less to purchase. Always a good thing.
Sang a duet at the Saturday evening church service. Michelle played piano, Katie turned pages, I played guitar, the pastor's wife sang. Jami sat in the pew and was thoroughly four-years-old, which meant by the time it came to sing I was so stressed I could hardly function. I understand he's four, and this is what four year olds do, but I've never been able to cope with it in public places. While we were actually singing - which meant he was in the pew unattended - he sat quietly thumbing through the hymnal like he'd never had a loud moment in his life.
Holy shit. We packed our stuff, bid farewell to the church, and sat in the parking lot waiting for my brain to calm down. It did...by shutting off. Apparently I'd reached a saturation point. The rest of the night did not go well, and I'll not detail it here. Suffice it to say, supper was very late, not what we'd planned, and the effects lasted into Sunday morning.
Sunday, after a slow start, was much better. A child-less afternoon with Michelle - errands, lunch buffet at Taj Mahal, private time, all of this spent in quiet - then dinner with friends.
I'm starting the week with a much brighter attitude than, say, last week. CFO is in a foul mood, stalking the office like an avenging angel (nothing I did, thankfully), but it's a storm outside my world.
In other news, I'm a little worried about my boy. He has two volumes: asleep and fucking-loud. I'm thinking he cannot hear, again, and I worry that the hearing loss is going to become permanent. My hope is that he's simply formed bad habits from when he was truly deaf, that shouting feels right to his throat, habits that through his speech therapy he can unlearn.
Michelle is taking him to the doctor today, to investigate the issue further.
I'm glad to be able to say that, even in this economy, with people I know and thousands I don't losing their jobs, my company is actually doing better than we have in months. There is a nervous desperation in our customer base and they're willing to try anything to make sales. Many of our prospects are leaving their Flash-y (uppercase "F") expensive websites for less expensive options, and it doesn't get any less expensive than us. It's a good time to be small and agile (lowercase "a")1.
Of course, some of that desperation means filling their websites with useless dancing baloney and meaningless Look-At-Me's that take up valuable space but don't actually sell cars: we smile, nod, and cash their checks anyway. We counsel as we can, and let them run.
1 If the significance of those is lost on you, don't sweat it.
Still not done, but I've learned how to make fast progress and recycle the siding I take off, which means we have less to purchase. Always a good thing.
Sang a duet at the Saturday evening church service. Michelle played piano, Katie turned pages, I played guitar, the pastor's wife sang. Jami sat in the pew and was thoroughly four-years-old, which meant by the time it came to sing I was so stressed I could hardly function. I understand he's four, and this is what four year olds do, but I've never been able to cope with it in public places. While we were actually singing - which meant he was in the pew unattended - he sat quietly thumbing through the hymnal like he'd never had a loud moment in his life.
Holy shit. We packed our stuff, bid farewell to the church, and sat in the parking lot waiting for my brain to calm down. It did...by shutting off. Apparently I'd reached a saturation point. The rest of the night did not go well, and I'll not detail it here. Suffice it to say, supper was very late, not what we'd planned, and the effects lasted into Sunday morning.
Sunday, after a slow start, was much better. A child-less afternoon with Michelle - errands, lunch buffet at Taj Mahal, private time, all of this spent in quiet - then dinner with friends.
I'm starting the week with a much brighter attitude than, say, last week. CFO is in a foul mood, stalking the office like an avenging angel (nothing I did, thankfully), but it's a storm outside my world.
In other news, I'm a little worried about my boy. He has two volumes: asleep and fucking-loud. I'm thinking he cannot hear, again, and I worry that the hearing loss is going to become permanent. My hope is that he's simply formed bad habits from when he was truly deaf, that shouting feels right to his throat, habits that through his speech therapy he can unlearn.
Michelle is taking him to the doctor today, to investigate the issue further.
I'm glad to be able to say that, even in this economy, with people I know and thousands I don't losing their jobs, my company is actually doing better than we have in months. There is a nervous desperation in our customer base and they're willing to try anything to make sales. Many of our prospects are leaving their Flash-y (uppercase "F") expensive websites for less expensive options, and it doesn't get any less expensive than us. It's a good time to be small and agile (lowercase "a")1.
Of course, some of that desperation means filling their websites with useless dancing baloney and meaningless Look-At-Me's that take up valuable space but don't actually sell cars: we smile, nod, and cash their checks anyway. We counsel as we can, and let them run.
1 If the significance of those is lost on you, don't sweat it.