Baby Back Ribs Every Saturday we grill burgers, brats and chicken. The kids love it. Once a month, I smoke something instead. Ground beef was actually more expensive than baby back ribs, so I piled four racks of them onto the smoker today.
Swimming, Waterfalls, Cereal, Birthdays & Photography "J" and I got some lap swimming in at 5:30am. "A" turned five years old. We visited a giant waterfall. I'm going to wean my kids off cereal. I got my wireless Sony camera sync app working. And we're smoking ribs tomorrow.
One Mile in Thirty Minutes It's just 2mph, but it is surprisingly difficult to maintain that speed for half an hour in a swimming pool. That's the goal though. Ever since work mysteriously asked, "are you a competent swimmer?" I have my motivation to make sure I'm not the weakest link.
What About Fraternal Conjoined Twins? At work we discussed the human object model, data structures, concepts, etc. My mind kept drifting: was our model adequate to support fraternal conjoined twins? When the boss asked for feedback, I was powerless to remain silent. Apparently, not all edge cases need to be addressed at this stage.
Someone Should Invent Pool Spiders Unlike running along the valley trail in the morning, there are no spider webs lurking in the swimming pool, precisely strung up to be caught by my face, and I really like that about swimming pools. Also, I'm far less likely to sprain an ankle in the pool. Someone should invent pool spiders.
Work Wants to Know How Well We Can Swim The retreat planner at work wants to know if we can swim, and how well. Like open ocean swimming confident? No context was provided. No questions answered. I'm picturing an engineering standup while treading water far from land.
Half My Kingdom for a Punctual Buyer Second, there’s the punctuality issue. I’ll let the Facebook Marketplace buyer choose the time most convenient to her (it’s always a her). Inevitably, as I’m arriving at our designated meeting place, I get the text: “running late so sorry be there in ten minutes.” Every single time.
Ant-Man is Unwatchable The home made pizza was ready to go. The kids got their movie going in the basement. S and I sat down to watch the 2023 Ant-Man movie. Eighteen minutes later we agree that the pizza is delicious and that watching nothing would be an improvement.
A Prohibition Era Still in the Neighborhood Tucked in these North Georgia woods sits the rusted skeleton of a Prohibition-era still. A century ago these mountains ran on moonshine, corn whiskey cooked by a hidden creek and kept clear of federal revenuers. The men who ran it souped up their cars to outrun the law, and helped invent NASCAR.
Existential Homeschooling Crisis J dusted off and charged her kid camera to join in on the latest camera craze in the Jones household. J has requested that we do a "daddy-daughter walk where we can take pictures together." I mean, who could say "no" to something like that? But, evening was upon us, so it has to wait for tomorrow.