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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.

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:


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

The Learning Curve

Dec10
2007
Kristi Written by Kristi

There are things every couple must endure before they finally know they are ready to get married.  Illness.  A move.  Job stress.  Family drama.  Of all of these things, the most important one is not one we typically think of.  It involves…

FLAT PACK FURNITURE.

Yes, my friends, flat pack furniture is created by people in Malaysia who want to torture Americans.  Last night, we bought a desk for Rob and a big bookshelf at Target.  The office looked like a bomb went off in it and I could no longer stand it.  We lugged the 2 huge boxes in the house and being the busybody that I am, we had to start work on them.  RIGHT. NOW.

The desk came out in a million little pieces and required 2 re-fits because of upside down installation.  Rob was frustrated. I was helping him by holding tools.  After much gnashing of teeth, it came together. But then I said I’d take the lead on the bookshelf.  Rob’s back has been twitchy and he was tired.  This is where the plan falls apart.  See, when I’m tired? I’m not so much fun.  I usually can put things together without many problems.  At least not problems my dad can’t fix.  So last night, when the stupid little plastic dowels and the teeny tiny “click screws” wouldn’t fit into place, I took a hammer to them and MADE them fit.  Where brains fail, brawn takes over.  I think I scared Rob.

400,000 pieces and a bit of swearing later, our office has a bookshelf.  It’s not pretty but it’s together and it stands up, holds books and hasn’t fallen over yet. 

Flat pack furniture, the devil’s instrument. Who knew?

Morning in Modesto

Dec08
2007
Rob Written by Rob

As I write this, it’s about ten in the morning California time, Saturday. My back still hurts but it’ll be okay in another day or two; the cats are gradually getting settled into their new home and I’ve just gotten the first bits of my technology hooked up and working in the new office.

God, what a long week. This morning I feel like I’ve just survived a combat zone.. and as tough as it was to get everything packed, crated, shipped, stored, turned off, turned on, and finally flown, it would have been so much tougher had it not been for the help of my parents, brother and friends. I really expected it to be a lot worse.

The flight wasn’t bad. I scored a last-second, back-row aisle seat for the OIA-LAX leg, meaning that although I was pretty much the last to board and the last to leave (with two very heavy carryons in tow), at least I didn’t have to get other people to move to get to the restroom. Accidentally killed my MP3 headphones at one point by getting up to fast and ripping the audio plug off the cable. The inflight movie was really good (Stardust), and since I used my own headphones – until I destroyed them, anyway – I could actually hear the whole thing in stereo for a change.

The cats had a bad day. It took almost forty-five minutes to get them checked in at OIA; I saw them being transferred to the connecting flight in LA. When they landed in the baggage claim area in Modesto, Tuck looked like he’d just woken from a long nap. Ruca, on the other hand, had burrowed herself under the kennel mats. In all the years I’ve had her, I’ve never seen her that freaked out.

So now, this Saturday morning, I’m unpacking my stuff and Kristi’s getting ready for this holiday fair thing that’s about the descend on our neighborhood today. I feel guilty about sitting here tapping at a keyboard while she’s outside mowing the lawn and clearing it of Samson apples, but I really need to take it easy on the back today. It hasn’t been like this in a long time.. and it was fine coming off the airplane. I think it was lugging four 50-pound crates into the house last night that pushed me over again. So not much bending-lifting on the books for Rob today.

All I can say is, I do love this woman.. every step of the way since I got here, she’s been two steps ahead of me with coffee, food, Icy Hot for my back, kind works and gentle care. The moment the thought crosses my mind, she’s right there with it in hand. Makes every moment of this week worth it.

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