I didn’t have any work today and no appointments. I haven’t been on a bike since August. Thought I’d squeak in what might be the last bike ride of the year/season. It was cold today (-10°) but clear, with flurries here and there. 15 mins into the ride I stopped to snap a photo.

Got back on the bike.

Rear tire was flat.

Guess that’s the end of the season.

Well, at least it looks like I’ve fixed the comments.

I’ve been having major issues trying to FTP files to my server – i.e. photos and such to post on the blog here. Most times, I can’t get a connection with Fetch, my FTP client at all. When I do, it takes 15mins for the contents of directories to show up and uploading files is a process measured in hours. I wrote to my good folks at BlueHost for help and after running a Traceroute, they basically said that – the dial-up is just too ridiculously slow – I should contact my ISP. For example, attempting to upload the 196k photo from today took 17 minutes – then it stalled at 191 of 195k, hence you don’t see it here. Perhaps you’re tired of hearing about my dial-up woes. Maybe in the future I’ll highlight these sections somehow and you can skip over them.

In basement news, I’ve got another crack leaking. Permacrete will be back for a third time. And I haven’t even opened up the other side of the basement. I’m wondering if they have one of those punch cards where if you get 9 cracks repaired, the 10th is free.

Name dropping.

Lately, every morning I’ve been sitting here thinking I should write something on the blog. It’s a Catch 22. The longer I go without writing, the more there is to update but the more monumental task it seems to be to try and relate it all.

I’d like to be as dilligent as Jill and write pretty much every day. I’ll not even mention her dedication to the bike – astounding. And Matt, with posts like this – damn man, I can’t compete. I know it’s not a competition, but still. Damn. And Melinda too. Her stuff is awesome. So great, strange – humorous and at times gut-wrenching – all in the same sentence. Just amazing. And then there’s people that actually write for a living.

So here I sit. Trying to think of something funny, moving, and literarily genius to say about sleep deprivation, dirty diapers, colic and lack of exercise.

I got nothin’.

Course the fact that it just took 15 minutes for my WordPress Admin to load and another 15 to publish my post via my dial-up connection may have something to do with my attitude towards posting.

Serenity now. Serenity now.

9 years.

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I’m sitting here waiting for a 5 MB stock photo to download over a dial-up connection. Yeah. That’s 45 minutes.

It’s not like I can do any other work on the project. I’m waiting for the damn stock photo.

‘Course I can’t surf the web either. That just grinds everything to a halt.

I’m truly in the wrong line of business to be living this far out in the sticks. Why should I have to switch to a redneck vocation just to live like one? Perhaps that’s the key. One facilitates the other. But which enables which?

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So I’m writing and I don’t know what to write.

As far as the baby update goes, Lyn has Gestational Diabetes (Wikipedia it, I can’t right now, doing so would surely cause time to stop all togheter) which basically means she’s got to rest and do pretty much nothing as well as alter her diet and check blood sugar frequently. A drag to say the least, though at least it’s been good that my mom is here to help out, otherwise her Doctor was gonna hospitalize her and yours truly would have had to bail on work even earlier (insert sounds of pandemonium here). Mom goes back on the 5th of September, so assuming I can clear it with the EI folk with a note from the doctor, that’s my official ‘P’ day – the day I start Parental leave – even though actual baby due date is the 27th. No one – doctors included – really think it will go the distance though.

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4 months leave. Sept. 5 to Jan 5. I haven’t had that much time off in at least 7 or 8 years. Even when I was unceremoniously dumped by Kentville Publishing a few years back, I think I was only off 2 months – and it was in a panic – we had to pack up and move everything to the States in short order. I packed our entire house (Lyn was pregnant then with Emma) into 2 Uhaul trucks myself in 24 hours – in the snow. I look back now and it seems odd, neigh unbelievable, like it was someone else that did it. Nuts.

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4 kids, 4 moves – 2 from one country to another. Thyroid Cancer and 2 throat surgeries. A string of unsatisfying and disappointing jobs. A spontaneous firing. Financial distress.

Giggles. Sillyness. Backyard afternoons. Trips for Ice Cream. 1st steps. 1st days of school. Scary thunderstorms and a crowded bed. A secret family vocabulary that only the 6 of us will ever get. One adult and 3 kids watching tv on a couch made for 2 people. Sprinkler runs.

Today is our 9th wedding anniversary. I love my wife, Lyn, and my kids and I know they love me. This renders download times inconsequential. Happy Anniversary to us.

File’s done.