As I glared at my garden, the rocks, the old shade tree The flowers were thirsty, a branch poked my eye When I heard a clear echo, of goodness of gaiety Two sweet singing lovebirds had just now flown by. Their laughter and dancing put pause to my aching My groaning - this garden that I had to care! They sing of the roses, the nest in the making They sing of their dreams as they soared through the air. ...
The story is told of the young man who comes back home after meeting a prospective match. His mother asks him, “How was she?”. The young man answers, “She wasn’t so pretty, but that didn’t bother me. And she didn’t have the most fine character, but that also didn’t bother me. She doesn’t come from such a good family, but that didn’t bother me…” And he continued down a long list of things which didn’t bother him about the young woman he had gone to meet. Finally, his mother cuts him off, and asks, “Why did none of that bother you??” ...
Slowly migrating my father’s blog from blogspot to github pages.
My two year old son was sad on the long drive home today. Very sad. Car sick, tired, miserable, alternating between tears and distraction to the sound of my barely coherent ramblings. We get home, and I unpack, and all the while inside the car he is the picture of misery. I take him out of the car, and he’s happy! He gets a bath, changed, a song in bed, and all the old suffering is gone, replaced by joy and security. ...
So – I finally finished rewriting all the low level code for my app, and I’m quite proud of it, actually. It was a big deal. And now it’s time for some UI stuff! I cranked up my trusty ol’ Visual Studio Code, opened up my flutter app code, some basic documentation, and started coding furiously. 💣 ⏳ 💥 After only a few minutes (really), I realized that I had no clue what I was doing. Which was a shocker – well, maybe not that much of a shocker, being that I had never learned what I was trying to do. But there was so much that I did know how to do! And I had just finished some Really Hard Stuff ™! Doesn’t that mean that everything I touch until the end of time will turn to gold? ...