Thunder of Wade

Went to the last of the summer outdoor ballets last Friday in Akron. The first piece was amazing – lots of really fluid movement across the stage and almost inhuman grace. The rest, to my mind, was less so.

Hey, I tried.

That first piece also had some amazing music and I wasn’t the only one to get out my phone and Shazam the hell out of it.

It was “Tremors”, by an artist called SOHN. I’m been listening to it a lot since then – just amazing and such a haunting sound. And with headphones? Just… wow. Got the CD on order and looking forward to enjoying more of this talent.

You can check out the Youtube here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tu2mVP6xee0

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Switching gears a bit… Spiders. I’m generally okay with spiders and won’t go out of my way to kill them. Live and let live and… well… avoid. However, one of these little creatures decided to build a web between the corner of my house and the support post for my porch roof.

Directly in the path to leave my house and go to my garage.

Naturally, I blundered into this, destroyed the web, and sent the spider scrambling. I did the usual trashing about to get the web off me, then went on my way. The next time I came that way, the spider had rebuilt the web – in the exact same spot – and I blundered into it again. Destruction, scramble, thrashing – again.

The next time I came through there, I saw the spider – in the newly built web in the same spot – and managed to stop before I hit it. I paused a moment, then went out into the yard and around the gate to miss the web and still be on my way.

I felt bad for the spider. All that work for some clumsy giant biped to come along and crash into it. Spiders don’t really live that long and it seemed really determined to build in that spot.

So, with a little caution, I managed to avoid the really beautiful web and let the spider do its thing.

Right up until this morning when I forgot about the web and in the dim light managed to blunder into it again. This time, the spider was knocked to the ground and was seemingly gone.

The web was rebuilt when I got home this evening and I managed to avoid it. The spider was, I guess, okay – though one of us, clearly, is an idiot. I hope it’s the spider.

[If you’re on the web today, little spider, I’m sorry.]

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I dropped my car off last night at the dealership to get it looked it regarding the missing odometer.

They were still open so I parked the car and went in to let them know I was dropping it off in person instead of using a dropbox. The technician asked me to wait while he went and pulled the car in. I gave him the keys and he pulled it into the garage – and sat in the running car for a few minutes while I waited. He then turned the car off and got out.

“Well, that was strange,” he said and I readily agreed.

“I was trying to get the mileage and it wasn’t there,” he continued and we talked for a few moments about what else was missing from the display.

I signed some paperwork, verified my phone number, and was on my way.

“Strange” in car repairs would most likely equate to “Uncommon” – which I’m guessing is a synonym of “Expensive”.

But, still, kinda cool to have a “new” problem. As a computer guy, I deal with all kinds of computer problems everyday – and they are usually pretty routine.

[And, truth be told, it’s a wonder that computers work at all.]

But sometimes I’ll get something weird that really peaks my interest. Those get a little more of my time and detective skills to work out. I like a little bit of a challenge and something a little out of the ordinary.

They called me this afternoon and told me that it was the computer having trouble communicating with one of the parts. They cleared the error codes and… everything came back to normal.

Essentially, they rebooted my car.

And fortunately, they didn’t charge me for it – though they said if it goes again the replacement part is $400. And, of course, my warranty expired 2 weeks ago. Which would explain why the guy that sold me the car and the service manager were so eager to have me trade in the car and get a new one – even though I’ve had the car just slightly (2 weeks) over three years.

Hmmm…smells like Planned Obsolescence to me. But I might just be cynical.

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I got a scratch on the bridge of my nose – guess I must have nicked it with a fingernail. It scabbed over quickly and was no big deal. However, the combination of glasses, swim goggles, and pool water irritated the cut and loosened the scab. When I got out of the pool and started to dry off, I knocked the scab loose and started bleeding.

A lot. Like, Carrie levels of blood.

The blood welled up from a tiny abrasion on my skin and ran down my nose. I grabbed a paper towel and put direct pressure on it and gave it a few minutes while I continued to drip dry.

When I felt enough time had passed, I pulled the paper towel away.

And the blood welled up, unabated, and started to run down my nose again.

More paper towels and then – “How do I deal with this – without getting blood all over everything?”

So, with care, I managed to hold the paper towel to my nose with one hand and get out of my speedo with the other.  Yeah, not my most graceful.

It took me twice as long, but I managed to get dressed one handed and then checked under the paper towel.

Nope, still gushing.

Fresh paper towel, then out to the front desk. The lifeguard at the desk was wearing a fanny pack and seemed really excited to be able to use the first aid supplies there – if only to offer me a band-aid.

Back to the restroom and got my cut covered up. With my glasses back on, the small band-aid wasn’t noticeable. Last night, the bleeding had finally stopped when I took the band-aid off. But, I didn’t want to risk opening it back up in my sleep accidentally – and turning my bed into a horror movie – so I put a fresh band-aid on. I took it off before my big meeting today and it was fine.

I’m not really weirded out by blood, but was a little un-nerved that the “direct pressure” didn’t do the job.   Might have been the leftover aspirin in my system from a recent headache.
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Finally, and I know this is a long post, I started on the construction of my Halloween costume tonight. It’s going to be technically complicated this year and I need to develop yet another skill set to pull it off. Should be… interesting –  if it works.

And that’s enough for today.

Before I headed back to Akron last Sunday, we went back over to my sister’s house. Since I was the only one not already occupied, I got to watch my nieces. Naturally, we played video games. On the Xbox Kinect – which is quite a bit of exercise.

We played an animal game, an adventure game, and the crowd favorite – Dora Dance Party. I think I surprised them both – Uncle has some moves.:)  We had a lot of fun with that before I had to leave – and since I got three gold stars I’m pretty sure I’m ready to go clubbing.

Hola, baby.

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On the trip back to Akron, I was flipping through the menus on my car’s dashboard to see when my next oil change it due.

It’s a really boring car trip, okay?

Except, I couldn’t find the “remaining oil life” gauge. Or the “estimated MPG”. Or the “estimated range” Or, most disturbingly, the odometer.

It’s just gone. The main one as well as the trip odometer. The speedometer works and so does the fuel gauge – but I have no idea how many miles are on my car.

I called to get an appointment to get my car checked out and they can’t get me in until next Tuesday. So, I guess it’s not super urgent. And I’m guessing that it really still being stored somewhere and it’s just not visible. Otherwise I guess we have to estimate it? I dunno.

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I went to see my surgeon on Monday for a follow up. We talked for a bit and he checked my arm – and determined that I was done with physical therapy. I still need to use the “rack” for a couple months, then I’ll stop that and see if the pain I get at full extension goes away.

So, in a very anti-climactic way, I’m done-ish.

Since this was between appointments for physical therapy, I didn’t really get a chance to say good-bye to my therapist. Odd that it would bother me, maybe, but I’d gotten to know her a bit over the course of the months and didn’t want to just vanish. So, I got her a card and made her some tiny origami cranes and dropped them off after work today. She was happy to see me and I thanked her for the help she’d given me with my arm. We had a nice good-bye and I was on my way.

In a couple of months, I’ll send the rack back to the company and see how it goes. I’m still not quite there – and I won’t get back to full extension – but I’m functional and looking forward to moving it fully without pain.
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Visiting my folks this weekend for my youngest niece’s 3rd birthday.  I drove down to my parent’s new house on Saturday morning and got the grand tour.  It’s nice – one story with plenty of storage and a huge garage.  They have good neighbors and seem pretty happy here.

We headed over to my sister’s after lunch and helped with the setup for the party.  The theme was butterflies so I learned how to make those out of paper and then taught Dad so we could help decorate.

The birthday girl was super excited  – even more so when she got a little frosting in her.  🙂   The kids did some crafts and played outside before it was time to head to dinner. Before we left, she was fussing a bit about getting her hair fixed into pigtails – or “birdy hair” as she calls it.   I sat down on the floor with her and suggested that her mom would fix my hair the same way after she was done.

My niece looked at me incredulously and told me – in no uncertain terms – that I did not have enough hair for birdy hair.  We bantered back and forth a bit while she was getting her own hair done and she was soon laughing again at how silly “uncle” is.

Dinner was good and we said our goodbyes.  I stayed the night at my folk’s new house and I’m doing a little reading and writing this morning while they are at church.

The book I’m reading is an adaptation of a video game.  It’s always a little interesting to read how an author can try to expand or create a story from a standard slog through a dungeon, but it’s a fun read and not too challenging.  Though it could have done with a better editor – the typos and grammar are a bit distracting.

The characters in the game  – Gauntlet – are healed from their injuries by eating.  When a character is near death, a voice will intone “Wizard needs food badly!”

And for some insane reason, the author choose to force that line – in the most obvious and blatant way possible – into the story.  I’ve read this book before and I’m always cranky when I get to that one stupid section.

So, today, I skimmed back through the book to find that line and with a black marker, I struck the line from the text.

Not something I did lightly, but with grim determination and certainty of purpose.  I think the book is better for it.

Think it’s time for a snack and some sitting outside.  Feeling…quiet today.  And I think I needed it – the last couple of weeks have been rough.

My stomach was much worse yesterday – I felt like some oddly shaped balloon animal. Twisted in knots, bloated, and well… gassy. I’m sorry, I was. It was miserable. And no sooner had I… released the gas through… various means, I started to bloat up again. I made a doctor appointment and got in to see them today.

And it was pretty much inconclusive. I feel a little better, nothing obviously wrong, and no immediate danger.

Still don’t know if it was something I ate or a flu bug. If I get worse or at least not better, I’m supposed to go back in a week for blood work to rule out a gall bladder problem.

So, the doctor gave me prescription for pepcid – since my insurance will help out if it’s a prescription. Or something. It was like 2 bucks. But it took about twice as long at the pharmacy to get that than it did to visit the doctor in the first place. And even though I was waiting there – and kept making eye contact with the tech – they still called me on my cell to let me know it was ready. While I was waiting in the lobby. Sigh.

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Finally, some fun news. I was driving somewhere with Jim in the passenger seat as we rolled towards a red light. From the count-down on the crosswalk I could see that it was about to change and I had just enough time. Still rolling, with one hand on the wheel, I raised my other hand towards the stoplight and quickly intoned:

“In-brightest-day-in-blackest-night-no-evil-shall-escape-my-sight-Let-those-who-worship-evils-might-beware-my-power:”

(quick breath)

“Green Lantern’s LIGHT!”

And the light turned green.

Last Friday was ballet in the park. On a good day, I don’t really get ballet. This one? I really didn’t get it. I’m hoping that I’ll still absorb some much needed culture or appreciation of the performing arts – which is why I keep going – but this was just weird. And not cool-weird, which I enjoy.

On the plus side, the ballet took place in a local cemetery, which is creepy and cool enough at night to justify an odd ballet.

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Saturday, went to a party with some friends. Good food, good conversation, and amazingly – they had a carnival inflatable. It was a Bungee Run – each player fastened a bungee strap around their waist and then raced to the end to tag a strip of Velcro to the farthest point down the track. It was a surprising amount of work and hilariously fun. The recoil would drag the participants back to the starting point – sometimes head over heels. I did pretty good and made a good showing of myself while laughing my ass off.

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That night, though, I got sick. Terrible rumble in my stomach, sudden cold chills, and feeling flushed. Figured I just ate too much or the wrong thing and would sleep it off.

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I wasn’t feeling 100% on Sunday, but already had plans to go out to dinner with friends.

Unfortunately, we went to a Mexican restaurant.

I figured I would get something simple off the menu and that I’d be fine. Had a nice time with the crew – though I think next time we need to plan an additional activity (like a game night) since the conversation lagged a few times.

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That night, the rumble turned into a grumble and I had a low fever. By the time it was time to go to bed, I was wiped out.

Monday morning, I was still sick as a dog. I sent an email into work and went back to bed.

Tuesday, I was back to work and still kinda miserable. I got my work done, but I was not my best. Whatever was churning inside my gut had settled in and had the claws out. That evening, Jim and I went to run some errands. I had an important meeting the next day and while I had an iron (arts and crafts, naturally)  – I didn’t having an ironing board.

So, to Target where I bought an ironing board and a new monitor (thank you, windows 10). When I got home, I rested for a bit, then put up the ironing board and ironed my shirt.

Now, if there has ever been a man who was more disinclined to iron, I would like to meet him so that we could bemoan our fates. I got it done, but only because I had to.
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Back to work again today and we’ve now added some bloating to the list of symptoms – along with diarrhea, constipation (yes, both, but not at the same time), constant nausea, a bit of a cough, and I’m guessing that same very low fever.

But, I tied my tie, dosed myself with hand sanitizer, and went to meet with the president of the university. The meeting had been planned a week ago and I couldn’t not go. It actually went pretty well and my gut didn’t make any weird noises (yea!) I don’t know how much we accomplished, but he seemed nice enough and has a nice office. The university has been through a lot recently and I don’t agree with a lot of his decisions, but he seemed interested in trying to get things back on track. So, we’ll see.

Now, I really need to proof-read this post aggressively because it’s clear I’m not at 100% brain power. In the previous paragraph, I started writing that I “dosed myself with the president” – which I did not do in real life. Before I edit, though, time for another trip to the rest room.

[insert “smooth jazz” or “cool indie music” here, to your preference]

I’m back, the post is edited – and this really is a nice monitor, by the way, glad I got a new one – and it’s time to upload this and call it an early night. If I’m not at least a little better tomorrow, I’m going to try and get a doctor appointment. Tired of being sick.

There was a comic book series that I followed for a while called “the Authority”. Standard super-hero fare, thought a little more over-the-top than most. In one issue, in and among the lasers and explosions, one of the characters [with wings, naturally] flies off to find a very particular little girl in a very particular place and time. This little girl would grow up to be a positive influence on the world around her – but only if she could escape her own misery.

The hero found the girl, dropped out of the sky, and wrapped her arms and wings around the girl and said simply,

“You are loved”

This has been a rough week for the folks at the university. On Wednesday, I got to see two friends on their last days at UA. One was dropping off her laptop and was sitting in the lobby of the building when I walked someone out. We made eye contact and shared a small smile – then she got up and walked over to me. We stood there for just a moment, not knowing where to start or what to say – then I figured it out.

“Can I have a hug?” I asked and her small smile turned into a full one as she opened her arms. We hugged for a moment and she thanked me for the hug and all the work that I’d done for her and her group over the years. We talked about what had happened and her feelings of injustice. She’d been with the university nearly 32 years and I’d really enjoyed working with her.

We shared a moment before she needed to continue her “leaving” process and I needed to get back to the office.

Later that afternoon, another friend that I’d worked with for years was clearing out her office. There was no hesitation there, just an immediate hug and smiles. We talked for just a moment about the good times and how much we enjoyed working together. Then she was off to find more boxes and I was back at my desk trying to sort things out.

So, was I the child that needed comfort at an important time? Or the hero with wings who dropped out of the sky to provide it?

Today, I got a note on facebook from one of my friends. She had seen my posts and was thinking about me – and about all of my colleagues and friends that had lost their jobs. It was one of the kindest and wisest messages anyone has ever given me. Full of hope and strength and warmth. Just a few words, but quite like a hero with wings and a kind determination.

There are more changes in store as we go forward. My group is moving to a new division with new challenges and perspectives. I’ll still be a geek – I think that’s in my DNA – but it will be a new role. My friends that are gone will find new paths. Those that remain will rebuild.

And in and among the lasers and explosions, there are heroes that find those in need with a hug and a warm thought. I guess that’s how we make sense of these difficult and strange times. We reaffirm our connections and we share respect and kindness.

Kinda gives you hope, doesn’t it?

The big list of people that had been cut came out today. And it was devastating all over again. I also got to see and talk to a couple of people that had been at the university for years – and said some tearful goodbyes.

I’ve got thoughts and stories to tell about today – but it’s too much right now.

So, for now, I’m going to post a couple of pictures of my cat.

It’s pretty much all I can handle tonight. Just a little overwhelmed by what we’ve lost this week…

I’ll post more tomorrow as we try and figure out how to fill in the gaps and keep things going.

On Halloween, I make my rounds on campus and visit people. The list varies a bit based on my mobility and time each year, but I try to include people across the whole campus.

One of these trips took me to an office I hadn’t interacted with much and to the desk of someone I didn’t know well, but had worked with a few times.

She didn’t know what to make of me at first, then I took off my overly elaborate mask and introduced myself again.

And she lit up. She’d been having a rough week and was feeling down about her job – and was delighted that someone cared enough to go to all that trouble just to visit people. We talked for a few minutes – with her beaming all the while – before I needed to head out and continue my visits. I made her day and her delight made my day as well. And we’ve remained good friends since.

This morning, I heard that a department closely connected to hers had been obliterated by the cuts. Worried, I sent her an email to check on her and her group.

A few minutes later, my phone rang. I was relieved that she called and she was relieved that I answered. We talked quietly for a few minutes – reassuring each other and commiserating – then told each other to take care.

When I got off the phone, I teared up a bit. It was like hearing about a tornado hitting your home town and calling family to make sure they are okay.

I got a few more “are you okay?” calls over the day and I know that was a common occurrence on campus.

So, I sit here tonight with a snoring cat at my feet and a hot cup of tea slowly cooling at my side – trying to get some perspective.

These hardworking and talented folks will find new opportunities in short order, I know. And those that remain will somehow find ways to do the work of 3 or 4 more people – in addition to the 2 or 3 jobs they were already doing.

And life at the university will go on. Though I think something got broken this time.

I’m still waiting to hear back from a few people who I knew were in jeopardy. And the next few weeks as we try to ramp up for the start of the semester will be rough.

But we are survivors. Those that lost their jobs and those that remain.

And we will get through this.

As of 4 o’clock today, I still have my job. 161 of my colleagues are not for fortunate.

There was a board meeting this morning, then HR set up shop in our building and started handing out the notices. We lost one guy in our group – brilliant programmer – and then heard stories throughout the day of great people being lost and whole departments being decimated.  I kept a list of the ones I heard about – those absences will be creating some terrible gaps.

Tomorrow, the rest of those affected will be notified and we’ll hear more about our friends and colleagues losing their jobs.

It’s a dark time for the University.

I don’t know that anyone got much done today and tomorrow will be much the same. We’ll all kind of shell-shocked.

And then we’ll sort through the rubble, find the survivors, and start to rebuild. The start of the fall semester is a month away, but somehow we’ll pull it together.

I have a lot of questions that I know won’t be answered and a lot of worry and loss to deal with. I can’t imagine what those folks who didn’t make it are going through and they are in my thoughts tonight.

I’ll write more when I’ve had some time to process this.  It’s just… too much right now and my heart is aching for my friends.

On Thursday, I got an envelope in campus mail. It was an interoffice envelope – which usually means someone has printed a webpage and marked it up for me to fix. But, with everything going on – I had a brief moment of panic. And even as I opened it at the mailboxes, I knew it wasn’t the notification I had been dreading. Those would come, I suspect, in more official university stationary.

It wasn’t work and it wasn’t the “your service is no longer required” – it was a joking bit of wall art that you could find in any office.

Funny, I guess, though the panic that came along with it wasn’t too funny.

How crappy have things gotten that I’m scared to get mail? [Insert head shaking here]. Anyway, we may finally know more after the board meeting Monday. Or not.

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Saturday, a trip to an outdoor art show. I wore my kilt – because if you can’t were it to an outdoor art show, where can you wear it?

I got some looks, a few nice comments, and gave out a couple of business cards for the kilt company. Then one lady came up to me and asked – in a conspiratorial way – if I was wearing anything under my kilt . I told her that it was not an appropriate question, but as it happened, I was. She then asked if it matched my skirt and I corrected her and told it was kilt – and no, it didn’t. As she walked away, she said she had considered just lifting it up, but thought she should asked first.

Right.

Role reversal: If I had asked a woman if she had anything on under her skirt, I’d be lucky to just get slapped. [insert more head shaking here]

The rest of the show was fun and I bought a mug – about all I could afford.
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After dinner, ballet in the park. I wore my kilt again and before the show started, a woman asked if she could take my picture to send to her daughter in New York – to show that Akron was ‘hip’ (her term, not mine). I laughed and said sure. So, I’m on someone’s facebook wall somewhere. Which is much nicer than a threat of being groped.

The ballet was good – though the sound system was bad enough that they apologized. I was impressed with the dancers, quietly bemoaned my lack of flexibility – and realized that I’m good for about 1/2 a ballet. No matter how long it lasts, I’m ready to go at about the halfway mark. I guess it’s because I figure there’s some kind of story being told, but I have no idea what they are trying to communicate.

Maybe I need subtitles.

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Today, Jim wanted to go to the Zoar historical town and take pictures of the gardens. Not really my thing, but I tagged along and tried to keep him from backing out into the street while trying to get the perfect shot. And… I overheated. Not quite to the ‘falling down in the shrubby stage’, but not doing great. We headed back the car when Jim was done, got me a cool drink at McDonald’s, then stopped over to see some friends on our way back to Akron. We couldn’t stay long – Jim’s puppies needed to go out – but it was nice to see them.

It poured down rain for the drive back and I white-knuckled it a couple times. That, plus the overheating and not fully recovering, sent me to some quiet time on the floor with the cat. I’m better now, but should have taken water with me.

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Finally, a minor rant: to all the people that park on both sides of the street in Akron. Please reevaluate the choices in your life that have gotten you to this point. I’m getting a little tired of slaloming around you because you don’t understand how roads work. Thank you.