Day 108: There's a theme in this blog that I'm trying to maintain, and that is that I'm focusing on what has happened, rather than what is about to happen. I've learned, over the years, that if you write about what you are GOING to do, it's a lot easier to not do it, and then this blog becomes, "Well, I was going to, but then I felt like not doing it, but Henry Rollins is still pretty cool", which is kind of lame.
For this one moment, then, we'll all, collectively, agree to abandon that philosophy and enter the realm of "things Jim is going to do", okay?
Cool?
Right then, here it is:
Cheese Shop.
...
I know, you're like, "Cheese Shop? That's it?" Bear with me, a moment, and abandon at your leisure, as always, but there's a thing happening, and I'm totally going to throw my entire face into it.
There's a Cheese Shop opening. In Sacramento. In Midtown (where I happen to live). In November.
Which is next month.
I try very hard not to say, "I'm going to do x", but, I swear to you, "I'm going to do local Cheese Shop!" That is DEFINITELY going to happen.
Mmm... cheese.
...
In other news, MH and I dropped R off at the aerodrome today, and it's my understanding that he boarded one of the Winged Angels and flew to Chicago for the weekend. It is my fervent hope that Notre Dame does good things while he is there (he will be attending the game), and also that the Bears do well on Monday night (he will be watching the game), and also that the Gamecocks do well (I will be watching the game), and also that you, YOU, my little penguinian, are happy.
That last bit is really the most important, by a lot. I do hope you have a smile on your face. I do hope that you are not fed into a woodchipper.
Tomorrow, ADVENTURE!!
PS This week I really start learning how to drive the sports car that is DataStage. It will be impossible to make this interesting to you unless you happen to be a data nerd, but I hope it makes your heart happy that my heart is happy. :)
PPS I don't tell you often enough how much I love you, but I do, and I'm not lying.
PPPS (postpostpostscript is dumb, but that's where we are): Jeff and Linds got married, so if you see them, smear them in mayonnaise and blame it on me, the lucky tykes. Or pour pickle juice on them. Follow your bliss. Congratulations and love to you both. :)
For this one moment, then, we'll all, collectively, agree to abandon that philosophy and enter the realm of "things Jim is going to do", okay?
Cool?
Right then, here it is:
Cheese Shop.
...
I know, you're like, "Cheese Shop? That's it?" Bear with me, a moment, and abandon at your leisure, as always, but there's a thing happening, and I'm totally going to throw my entire face into it.
There's a Cheese Shop opening. In Sacramento. In Midtown (where I happen to live). In November.
Which is next month.
I try very hard not to say, "I'm going to do x", but, I swear to you, "I'm going to do local Cheese Shop!" That is DEFINITELY going to happen.
Mmm... cheese.
...
In other news, MH and I dropped R off at the aerodrome today, and it's my understanding that he boarded one of the Winged Angels and flew to Chicago for the weekend. It is my fervent hope that Notre Dame does good things while he is there (he will be attending the game), and also that the Bears do well on Monday night (he will be watching the game), and also that the Gamecocks do well (I will be watching the game), and also that you, YOU, my little penguinian, are happy.
That last bit is really the most important, by a lot. I do hope you have a smile on your face. I do hope that you are not fed into a woodchipper.
Tomorrow, ADVENTURE!!
PS This week I really start learning how to drive the sports car that is DataStage. It will be impossible to make this interesting to you unless you happen to be a data nerd, but I hope it makes your heart happy that my heart is happy. :)
PPS I don't tell you often enough how much I love you, but I do, and I'm not lying.
PPPS (postpostpostscript is dumb, but that's where we are): Jeff and Linds got married, so if you see them, smear them in mayonnaise and blame it on me, the lucky tykes. Or pour pickle juice on them. Follow your bliss. Congratulations and love to you both. :)
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