Tag: diary

Where I’ve been attempting to get back into a regular habit of journaling, I thought of a method I had been using once upon a time, and decided to see if it still worked. It didn’t. What I was attempting to do was use a little quick script I put together that opened up nano with a little template, pushed the entry to WP, and saved the entry as a .gmi file for the gemini server. After a night of sleeping on it, I finally figured out that my failure was that I had changed my php version at some point for some other random messing around and forgotten to switch back, thus causing the wp-cli to fail. I’ve got things back into a working state, but now I’m catching complaints from a WP plugin that hasn’t been updated in a while. I wish I knew more that the little bit of tinkering I’ve stumbled through and taught myself; it would be nice to have all these things working and running smoothly.

Ashlee is grabbing a shower before we head out to get the big kid from college.

The dog is barking her head off because some other dog went down the road.

I’m hoping that I’ll have time to do yard work and stuff this afternoon and evening.

I wonder if there’s a plugin of some kind, or if there’s a bit of code I can change to automatically set some sort of title for posts for when I’m too lazy to come up with a title.

Not a whole lot of time available to waste on journaling this morning. Shortly before loading the kids on the bus I remembered that I have an appointment for tires at work, so I need to leave a few minutes earlier than normal in order to check Ashlee’s truck in at the ACC; and I need to take a few minutes extra before leaving to clean up the floor. Sure, the techs are probably used to seeing messes in the floors of cars, but we are talking about coworkers–even though we don’t work in the same departments. I really don’t want the chance of someone commenting on the condition of the thing’s interior at work.

Last night would’ve been a decent night to do some work on the fence, but I arrived home tired and late. There’s always tonight, I suppose. Not getting to it is driving me crazy. Maybe I’ll get lucky and I’ll be cut loose early because the store is over budget on hours this week.

My back is killing me. Okay, it’s not that terrible–I’ve felt much worse pain–but still, it’s an annoyance. Not really my back, so much as my left hip. It’ll work out after I really get moving. Pretty sure it’s just my body complaining about a worn out bed.

I was going to make a colorful comment about worn out beds and noise complaints, but changed my mind.

I guess it’s time for me to get my butt in gear and go clean the truck, then head to work.

Rhiannon was in a very contrary mood this morning; it seemed like she just wanted to be slightly argumentative about everything. At some point I raised my voice and told her to stop fighting during one of her quips back at Violet. In my mind I followed up with the thought of, “can’t you just accept it, and move on?” And then, I realized that, while I am greatly frustrated by Rhiannon’s desire to argue, counter-point, and be an overall smart-ass at times, I’m honestly quite proud of it; if applied right, those are strengths. I don’t want my daughter to simply accept things blindly; I want her to stand and face things, judge whether the whatever is something she stands for or can stand with. I just need to figure out how to teach her when it’s time to keep her mouth shut.

The kitchen stinks of vinegar, the X-Files is playing in the living room, and Violet is finally having a talk with me.

After a few mornings of the coffeepot complaining while brewing, it seemed like it was time to clean it; so–yay!–a kitchen wreaking of vinegar. But, hey, that means that tomorrow morning I’ll have a kitchen smelling of delicious coffee, again.

Violet didn’t come down for supper, so instead of the recent ritual of dinner in front of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, the TV was tuned to Pluto’s X-Files channel as background filler. The television is still on, playing for an empty room. I went ahead and did the dishes tonight, instead of waiting for anyone else; shortly thereafter Violet came down and sat at the table across from me and started telling me about the past few days while I sat and started to write this entry.

Two highlights from the conversation were her getting upset about someone saying she’s lazy at cleaning her brushes in art class and one of her friend’s  girlfriends broke up with them. Yesterday and today were also days, apparently. I have to say she sounded a bit like me when I say, “meh, it was a day.”

And now, I sit alone, as Violet retreats to her bed.

And now, I am back to where I was when I last sat here, struggling to think of what to write.

And now, I stare at the words I just wrote, and thought about how I hate my avoidance of the use of ellipsis. Ugh. I hate not using those three little periods. But I discovered that when I use them I break something on my home server. I think it’s the gopher server that suffers issues–if not it is a script doing conversion of WordPress things to gemini. I can’t remember. I don’t even know why I’m bothering to run a gopher or gemini server, anymore. Does anyone even bother with tinkering around in the world of the “smol” Internet?

Time to run another round of vinegar through the pot, I suppose.

I wasn’t able to mess with the fence tonight; by the time supper was over it had started to rain. Maybe tomorrow.

My face is telling me it’s time to trim the beard and shave again. Reckon I might do that before I go to bed. Oh, heck with it, I’ll see if the water heater has fully recovered and take a bath, then shave. Maybe I’ll even be extra and boil a few pots of water to dump into the bath–get it nice and hot.

I want more coffee. Guess I’ll nuke some water and take a cup of instant, since the pot is still getting flushed. “In a cup take one teaspoon.” One? No, we need more than that–let’s send our blood-pressure to the moon!

I should be sorting and folding laundry.

Diarium just prompted me, “How was your day?” Sorry, Diarium, I’m writing directly into my WP install. Oh, you didn’t know there was another? No, dear Diarium, you are the other, WordPress is my main lady, you’re the quickie on the side.

Yeah, I don’t know what was up with that. I’m growing tired and delusional. Vinegar fumes might also be getting to me. Lol.

So, I’m sitting at home with a Rhiannon, right now–the poor girl is sick; she’s in good spirits, though. We had loaded up in the car and were on the way to work, but Ashlee managed to get out early enough that I didn’t have to leave the house, so we turned back around, and here I sit. Definitely not a complaint of any kind–I’m just like, “hmm, now what do I do?” I didn’t foresee being able to sit and have a cup of coffee at a keyboard this morning.

Yeah, once again I’m at a total loss of words.

Maybe that’s a larger portion of why I take such large breaks in my journaling–at least a larger portion than I realized. Maybe I just don’t have anything to say. I know that half the time I don’t feel like I have anything worth saying. Heck, even way back when, did I really have anything worth saying?

The yard is looking scraggly, but it’s not too embarrassing, yet. And I think I know what to do about the fence once I finish the construction part. I think I’m going to see about maybe transplanting clippings from the one rose bush along the section behind the house, or maybe choose some morning glory or other pretty viney thing to take it over. The only issue will be it’ll become hideous again in the winter. I don’t know. I need to figure out something to make that view from my kitchen window beautiful again.

Hell, maybe I’ll even try to see if I can do something with that vine thing that the former owners used as shrubbery. That thing still looks somewhat healthy when it goes dormant. I just wonder how long it takes to grow, and how hard it would be to train it.

Ashlee should be home any minute.

Got the outdoor kennel pallet fence taken down after supper. Unfortunately, that’s about all I was able to accomplish in the time I had. I’m hoping that the weather cooperates tomorrow, and the next day, and so on, to where I will be able to nickel and dime away at my construction process this week. I really want to get that stupid thing finished.

Violet had asked me after supper if we could have time to talk. I sent her a message a little bit ago and she hasn’t responded. I’m guessing she fell asleep. Looks like I get to do the dishes again. I’m growing very tired of this laziness or whatever it is.

I’m kind of struggling with what else I think is worthy of writing down.

I got the chance to play around outside at work today. That was an awesome change of pace. Ivan usually grabs Will to head outside, but today, I got to be the lucky one.

I ran into Zach before I left work. He told me part of some fun they’re likely to be facing overnight. Ashlee told me a little more. The combined stories are that Sarah–who’s been playing overnight coach–is being sent to the front-end, and the recently hired team lead is on her way out the door. As for the team lead, apparently the girl has worked two–maybe three–nights and called in for the rest of her scheduled nights. As for Sarah, Josh apparently gave an ultimatum of either take an orange coaching for performance or go back to the front; she chose wisely. Honestly, I believe things will start running smoother on the front again with Sarah back up there.

I don’t know; I really can’t think of much more to say right now. That, of course, doesn’t mean that I won’t write anything else. I don’t know. I might be back later with some other stupid thought. Guess I’ll wash dishes, in the meantime.