Macs and Watches

Sold the Macintosh Classic to Don Moore last week, so Kathy has had to depend on the kid’s Mac 512 to get her paper done. It came down to the wire Thursday night. Kathy and I were up until 1 a.m. proofing it and doing some charts. The paper had to do with the expenses associated with keeping up the Washington Square community. We’re waiting on the “Executive Package” Macintosh LC which will be financed at 0% interest through Harland. The extra money from the sale of the Classic made the down payment and will help make our upcoming vacation more fun.

Lost my Timex Titanium. That’s the second Timex Titanium I’ve lost since Carol and Bob got married. (Lost the other one the night of their rehearsal dinner.)

So once again, I went out and got a battery for the old Casio 515 TS-1200. I think it cost about $25 five years ago. Tells the time, temperature, date, world time, has an alarm, stopwatch, and chimes on the hour. Even has a light that I can use at 100 meters under water. It just sits in my drawer waiting for me to lose my other watches. I bought this watch because Teddy and Ken had one on the trip to Florida just before I started dating Kathy.

Nice Tomato

Parenthood is…

… admiring your 3-year-old’s whirlwind of a scribble as he explains to you that it is a tomato. Lord knows, you just don’t see it, but you tell him it’s a nice tomato. But he is disappointed, and tries to explain, as if from a foreign land and in a foreign tongue, that it’s a TOMATO. Suddenly, in a moment of miraculous inspiration, a voice in your head reveals the truth. “OH!” you exclaim. “A tornado!”

The child is delighted. As you look again at the whirlwind of a scribble, you realize out loud, “That’s a fine tornado!”

The face of 3-year-old pride is priceless.

UGA vs. the Freaks

Yesterday the four of us were picked up by GrandDad, Ted, and Bob for a drive out to Athens to see Grant play Ultimate Frisbee. It was sunny and hot when we got there.

Grant and his team were already dirty from their first game which they won. We got to watch UGA win in their second match. It rained off and on. Kathy and I enjoyed sharing an umbrella with Bob.

We then watched the “Freaks of Nature” from Huntsville, Alabama, whup up on another team. That led to Grant’s final match of the day. UGA against the Freaks. It was a good game, but UGA lost 13 to 10. The main difference was this tall guy. I told Grant that he should get a tall guy. Ted explained that ultimate teams liked to have tall guys, but tall guys were busy playing basketball. If there is ever any money in it, he went on, then the tall guys will start playing ultimate.

Danny was confused by the champion team from Florida. They had won the tournament 2 out of the last 3 years. They all wore sun dresses.

Nicole and Danny began their own “save the earth” campaign in the trees behind our seats. They collected bottles and cans to dispose in a nearby wastebasket.

The UGA team enjoyed having the noisy bunch of us there. They don’t usually have a crowd. Bob proved to be a champion rabble rouser. But the group did well on such rabbles as “Goooooo Whiner! Wah Wah Wah!” and “Give me a Wah! (Wah!) Give me another Wah! (Wah!) Whattayah got? (Wah! Wah!)”

Grant’s nickname on the team is “whiner.”

Afterward, Dad treated us to a fine dinner at the Varsity. Chilli burgers, PC’s, and onion rings were popular among the hungry, damp, somewhat muddy fans.

Eastern Train

Just finished my first two-and-a-half days with the Eastern Division of Harland. We met at Harland on Monday. Had dinner at the Evergreen Hotel at Stone Mountain Monday evening. Arlene Bates, Phil Brown, and other guests came. Tom Hidell recognized several people for various achievements, having them stand up. He formally introduced me as the new guy, and had me stand up.

Tuesday night we had dinner at Tom’s house. He lives in a big house with a big stream behind it. After dinner, we all crammed into the pool room to sing to Tom’s collection of video disc background music. I sang “Why Must I Be a Teenager in Love” and got nabbed by Tom as I was trying to make my way out for “Born to Be Wild” with Lee___ and Tom’s daughter.

The meeting was very positive. As Tom closed the meeting, I could see where Phil is probably right about him being the next president. The group made final comments talking up how amazed they were that the operations and sales sides seem to have a single purpose. I’m sure that’s Tom’s doings.

My comment was that the group not only seems to have a single direction, like a train, but that it is a powerful train moving fast in a positive direction. And that, as the new guy, I felt like I had come up to the track and found that the best way to get on board and get up to speed has been to grab on. And though I may be just barely hanging on with one hand on the back of the caboose, that I’m glad to be on the ride, and that I look forward to making a contribution.

That was well received, and no one objected that trains are headed in directions that are predetermined by their tracks. Maybe I should have said something about Tom laying the track. Hope he knows where we’re going. Hope he has enough track to get there.

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Back at the ranch, I left an E-Mail message to Phil about how well his R&D presentation had gone. He moved up a couple of notches in my book when I saw all the work he was doing. (Seems like we only see each other goofing off.) I asked him about the drop-out he had worked up at the web so that the safety paper left a white box where the amount field is on checks. This is something we can do since we have our own web plants that the competition can’t. And it’s important because of the future demands of image processing.

In the E-Mail message I told him that this part of his presentation confused me because it seems like the amount area is one of the key parts of the check to protect with a safety coating.

Later I ran into him walking out of quality control. He had run right up there after getting my message. No one had thought about the need to have white safety paper coated with blue safety paper to insure that the white box would be protected.

Both Phil and Dennis commended me for thinking about it. I think they were relieved, but nervous that some guy three days into the business had to think of it. Maybe I moved up a notch, too. That’s been something hard to do in the unprofitable IPS division.

It’s ironic, however, that the reason I thought of this was I immediately recalled a lesson on safety paper in our Robbers, Thieves, and Con Artists training series. The section showed a criminal trying to change the amount field on safety paper. If the program didn’t make any money, at least it saved the company some money (or embarrassment.)

Gave Phil and Dennis the willies. I think work is going to be fun again.

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Responsible Festival

J: Where did you go on Saturday?

D: We drove to the Responsible (Rennaisance Festival).

J: What did you see there?

D: I saw a fight.

J: What kind of fight?

D: A horsey sword fight. And I saw a sword fight. And I ride on a camemal. A man let him go around and poop.

J: Tell me about the sword fight.

D: A man said “I’m falling. I can’t get up.” And the lady winned.

J: Who was with you?

D: Gramalie and GrandDad and Aunt Carol and Uncle Bob and Baby Eric and Mommy and I stayed with Nicole and I just got to see the mud people. And I got a sandwich. And we go home.

And we go to Gramalie’s. And I go home over here.

J: Did you have fun?

D: Yes. I have fun. I saw a man. They were doing some practice in the mud. And they were throwing the princess girl in there. And she got out.

J: Did you get a picture taken?

D: We got a picture taken. The man, he was big.

J: (Ted, Grant, and I were there too.)

Flowers Poppin’

At work, the rumors about IPS were set aside. Chuck Dawson, one of the vice presidents, dropped a bomb that he has accepted the position of President and CEO of Rocky Mountain Check Printers. Buzz buzz buzz.

Had someone go through the house today. Met Kathy, Nicole, and Danny over at Mom’s after work. Kathy brought a change of clothes, and we went to the park. There were no suitcases and no cash when we got home.

Danny notices spring: “The flowers are poppin’ out.”

Nicole’s First Communion

Patsy called Friday night to thank us for her Girl Scout cookies that we didn’t need to send her. We ended up talking for an hour covering all the controversy in her life with respect to how Oprah Winfrey would handle it.

Kathy worked Saturday because of Nicole’s first communion Sunday. Danny, Nicole, and I tidied up the house, then dropped Nicole off for first communion practice at church.

Danny helped Mom in the yard, doing damage to any little plant that got in the way of him and his trowel. I helped put batteries in Dad’s primo-ultimate HP calculator. The instructions told him that he had 1 minute to swap batteries before he would risk loosing the client lists he has stored in memory.

“I can’t do anything in one minute,” Dad confessed.

Ted came over to work on a form for his DOT department on Mom’s Mac. Mom had several big calligraphy jobs to work on that she shouldn’t be doing because she has a full time job. She’s pretty tired. Patsy and I, among others, are worried about her.

Kathy and I went to Nancy and Ted’s house for dinner club. We had Shish Kabob that was very good. Kathy spent much of the time complaining to Frank about how I don’t help enough around the house.* I spent most of my time helping around the house, specifically, swapping Ted and Nancy’s green refrigerator for an off-white one in the garage.

Everyone liked Alice’s short hair, who later accused me of being uxorious. I don’t know whether or not she found this to be an admirable trait. Open to interpretation.

Ted showed the guys the new engine he put on his riding mower. Learned how to use a gear pull.

Ted and Nancy have inherited a cute little Sheltie that Kathy and I would both like to have. Maybe we can get one of her puppies.

Stephanie looked tired, but not as tired as she looked standing in line at Pharmore where I had bought Dad’s batteries earlier in the day. It’s strange how life’s threads tie us together.

*[BALDERDASH! The truth is, she set herself up with the big first communion brunch, trying to buy and cook everything in only 3 hours between work and the dinner party. Exactly how am I suppose to learn how to help cook in a pressure situation like that? It’s like when she tries to get dressed and brush her teeth at the same time. Would I ask her to help me program a routine in 3 hours? I cut up some Pineapple, helped tidy up, and made sure the kids got dinner. OK, so maybe I should take out the trash and help clean up more often that I do… But I sure don’t have time to take naps, watch Oprah, or go to the pool on weekdays! These are some of the thoughts I had at the end of the night, when I was not very uxorious.]

The first communion mass was great. I held my breath as Nicole improved a petition of prayer. I was afraid she might pray for her brother Danny who cries. Instead she offered a petition for the poor. Good job. Nicole got to wear a pretty white dress and a veil. I don’t remember my first communion, but then I didn’t get to wear a veil. She got presents from Mom and Dad; Tom and Jennette; Ted; Tommy; Carol and Bob and Eric; and Nancy, Ted, Shaun, and Brittany. She also got the very nice charm bracelet that Kathy had gotten for her own first communion.

Nicole enjoyed her first communion day. As he was leaving, Bob looked at all the presents and said to Nicole, “I bet you can’t wait until your second communion!”

The food was delicious. The cost dear.