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Sam’s New Boo

Dec19
2007
Rob Written by Rob

Sam’s been having it rough lately. Two weeks ago, it was just him and Mom – all the love he wanted (at least, when she was at home), no contests over territory, free run of the house, and a dog door that he liked. Now he’s locked out of the office most of the time. And neither cat likes him, even though he tries hard to be friendly. And the new dog door is just weird.

But the other day, things picked up for Samson. He got a new boo.

It’s plush, about two feet long, purple, shaped like a long wiener dog, and makes noise if he bites it just the right way. My friends Emily (who is now “Aunt Emily” around here) and Jason sent it in a box of Christmas presents for us and the animals, and Sam just absolutely adores it. For the last two days he’s been walking around the house with the toy in his jaws, shaking it and occasionally trying to rip its ears off. He takes it to bed with him. He’s protective; with everything that’s gone on here lately, something’s finally gone his way. Cats forgotten for the moment.. Sam now has much higher priorities than trying to score a pittance of feline appreciation.

Unfortunately, we had to take the boo away from him last night – he’s an “aggressive chewer” (as Kristi puts it) and was starting to do real damage to it. I distracted Sam while Kristi scooped it up and tucked it on top of the fridge. Sam then spent the next hour or so scouring the house for it, desperately trying to figure out where he mislaid it.

We’ll give him the boo back tonight, when we can supervise him while eating dinner and watching TV. Hopefully that’ll stretch out the poor wiener dog’s lifespan by at least a day or two. That’d be nice.

Thanks Aunt Em!

Sam and Boo 1

Sam and Boo 2

Tuck had his, too. Em packed a couple catnip mice in the box and we got them out and put away fast.. the cats will have those on Christmas. But Tuck knew that smell. He knew there had to be catnip in there!

Tuck In Box

Posted in Everyday Life, Gift Ideas, The Animals

More About Rob – By Rob

Dec12
2007
Rob Written by Rob

Since I’ve arrived here at my new home, I’ve gotten two questions more than any other: How do I like Modesto so far? And just who the heck am I, anyway?

I guess the best way to say it is that I’m a child of technology. I grew up in Central Florida, a region that was almost impossible to comfortably live in before the invention of air conditioning. When I was very young, my father bought the family a home computer (1982 or so), which set me on the 25-year path of computer geekdom that brought me to this point in my life.. and in fact brought Kristi and I together and made the move to Modesto possible.

So I’m basically a humble acolyte of A/C electricity.

My original background, dating back to the early 1990’s, is in computer technology. I’ve been programming computers since I was ten, and started my professional life doing database and web development at Lockheed. That took me to UNIX systems and network administration at Verizon and other places, several years of working weekends in Tampa patiently waiting for computers to catch on fire (and watching DVDs the rest of the time). It was pretty good money and pretty easy work. The only problem was, I was miserable doing it.

Not long after I turned 30 in 2001, I made the hardest decision of my life: I walked away from my tech career to do what I’d always wanted to do, write professionally. It’d been my dream since high school; in over a decade, I’d accomplished exactly nothing towards achieving it, and enough was enough. So I took the leap, spent a year doing volunteer PR work for the American Red Cross, occasionally writing for magazines and building the foundation of a freelance marketing and copywriting business.

I’ve kept my tech skills sharp – they prove extremely useful as a writer, since so very few writers have technical backgrounds. I built my own websites, wrote my own client invoicing and contact management software, and have gotten the business to a point where I can – and in recent weeks have – run the whole operation from a laptop.

It’s been hard work through a lot of tough times, but this year I made more than I did as a Lockheed programmer, and very near what I was making in my first year as a UNIX admin. Not bad when you figure that statistically, only a very few percent of working writers make more than $20,000 a year.

So now I sit at home at my new desk and do pretty much what I did in 2001: work hard (and bill hard) when the situation calls for it, and watch movies most of the rest of the time. Only now, I’m running the occasional load of laundry and enjoying the company of the woman I love at the same time. Really not a bad deal when you think about it.

That takes me to the second question: how do I like Modesto so far?

Right now I’m enjoying it a lot. Orlando is overcrowded, noisy and massively congested; it takes an hour to get anywhere from anywhere, and I promise you won’t enjoy the trip. Working portably from home with clients across North America lets me enjoy all the upsides of small town life without most of the downsides. So again, a life of technology.. thanks to the Internet, email, cell phones and unlimited long distance plans, I can run my circus from just about anywhere in America with very little interruption.

In the end, though, I’m happy in Modesto because Kristi’s happy here. She makes the town a new home for me.

Posted in Everyday Life

Complements and Negotiations

Dec11
2007
Rob Written by Rob

When I was visiting here in October for a week, Kristi and I quickly learned something interesting. Our lives – work, play, animals, even down to daily chores – are unusually compatible and complementary. Since I still have to work on East Coast time (only a couple of my clients know I’m not in Florida anymore), we’re awake and asleep at the same time; while she’s showering and getting ready for work, I’m putting coffee on, getting her lunch together and ensuring that she gets out the door on time and in one piece.

She’s working solid for hours at a time at East Union. I work in short bursts of high activity in the home office, spaced out by long periods of quiet and nonbillable work time; that means that I can easily run a load of laundry, wash dishes or sweep a floor with a few spare minutes during the day, while Kristi’s tangling with smartass 14-year-olds all day at school. She comes home tired and most of the house chores are done – and it doesn’t involve more than a few spare minutes of my day to do it.

It took us about two days in October to discover that this life-together thing had pretty good odds of working out.

Now that the office is rebuilt and I’m back to work in full, we’ve again picked up the same daily routine that we did in October. Good coffee and English muffins for breakfast, lunch packed, Tuck drugged (and probably cleaned up after), Samson’s hugged and petted, litterboxes cleaned and office floor swept. A day at work, and then a relaxing evening together on the sofa, watching TV and trying to keep Samson from climbing up on our laps. A nice life for both of us.

Meanwhile, the animals are settling out as well. The office has been declared a Samson-free zone (a nice heavy door gate fixed that), which suits Ruca just fine; she’s adopted the office wicker chair as her own. Tuck and Samson continue their negotiations. Tuck had Sam pretty well intimidated for a while, but now Sam seems to want his old status back. He’s taking less crap off Tuck, backing down less often. Tuck has yet to back down, even to the extent of blocking Sam’s passage in the hallway and instead just staring him down until Sam found another way around.

All in all, though, our four-legged Brady Bunch is working out a lot better than we thought it might. Negotiations will continue, and will probably have to be reopened from time to time, but we aren’t getting much barking, chasing or hiding – just the occasional hiss and claw. Boys will be boys, Ruca has a secure spot, and all’s well in the world.

Oh.. and speaking of Ruca, on Sunday I had a very enjoyable chance to meet more family at Kristi’s birthday party. I finally met and got to know Kristi’s sister Janelle, her cousin Emily and others. Janelle gave us a nice card (from her cat, Porcupine); we both thought it was very cute:


porcupine.jpg


(BTW, the back’s mostly better. Still a slight bit stiff, but I’m definitely on the mend and feeling more like myself.)

Posted in Everyday Life

Last Night In Orlando

Dec08
2007
Rob Written by Rob

Like I said in the last post, my family and friends really stepped up on this move. Really above and beyond, too. That I lived in a second-floor apartment didn’t help matters; my brother Chris nearly busted himself helping me lug heavy furniture downstairs and to the storage unit. And my parents threw themselves completely into that last Thursday, helping me get out of the apartment and to leave it clean enough to hopefully preserve a little of my security deposit. They also loaned me some couch space to sleep on the half of the week, after Salvation Army had come to take away my bed.

By Thursday night my parents and I were all just totally wrecked, and the early morning airport trip was coming in less than twelve hours, and I really wanted to take my parents out for dinner. We went to China Buffet near Fashion Square in Orlando; it’s a local fixture, been there as long as I can remember. I’ve eaten there since high school. They’d never been. Wanted to go one last time before leaving and also wanted to show my folks that I appreciated them and everything they’ve done this week to help make this move work.

So we had a good dinner, commiserating about back and knee pain, joking and laughing and talking family stuff and enjoying decent Chinese food. Towards the end, the waitress put down the bill with three fortune cookies.

I grabbed one and broke it first. It read, “You will have a fine capacity for the enjoyment of life.”

Mom broke hers. It read something like, “You have a talent for intuiting and understanding deeper truth.”

Dad broke his and there was nothing inside.

In all these years of eating Chinese, I’ve never once seen a fortune cookie break open without any fortune whatsoever inside. I guess that that great fountain of ancient Chinese wisdom, the Walton Company of Monroe, Georgia, is of the opinion that if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. It was a funny moment.

Leaving the restaurant, Dad offhandedly commented that he wasn’t sure about the shortest and best route for driving home.

I humbly suggested that we take whatever route would allow him to drive 20 miles per hour and that involved no other cars whatsoever.

Posted in Family and Friends
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