Only a Few Days Left

Only a few days left, until I am resting comfortably in my suite on board a cruise ship. Back in the penthouse lap of luxury that I so richly deserve. Mexico this time. Only a 7 day cruise, not the lengthy 11 day trip we had to Hawaii a while back. I loved Hawaii, but crossing the Pacific from Hawaii to Fanning Island and back can get a little rough. It was like a constant massage (or beating) by the ship.

Otherwise life is good. I see Sara has hinted at something big on her blog. I know what it is, but I prefer not to die, so I'm not saying.

Cotton Fields

I've decided I like cotton fields. Not so much for allergy inducing chemicals, or the cotton snow they leave on the side of the road every fall, but more as a symbol of less traffic.

Every time a cotton field disappears around here we get a new subdivision, new business, or new mall and with each of these comes more and more traffic. I must admit, I like progress, I work in the technology industry, I'm thrilled we are getting a P.F. Changs, but I'm thrilled at how the roads and infrastructure lg behind the gridlock and demand of the traffic.

If the city planners were playing Sim City, they'd lose the game. No, wait, they would do what they do now, and raise taxes. In the game the people revolt, in real life, I think we just pay them, move on, and be thankful things are not worse.

The reason for the train of thoughts is all the cotton fields I drive by in the mornings. It's becoming fewer and fewer of them and that's sad. I have no room to talk, we built our house year before last in the middle of what used to be a cotton field.

I guess progress happens.

Hidden Televsions

We now have an armoire to put our television in. I think it may be large enough to count as another room in the house. No more than you average football team, with equipment, could fit on the inside.

Rainy Days

Looks like we are expecting bad weather today. Such fun. I'm just hoping the electricity stays on for my class. It's hard to teach programming with no power for the computers. I suppose we could go back to the old punch card days or maybe an Abacus?

On a sentimental note, I have no clue why, but I find it so touching that Sara gave our departed kitchen fish a name upon her death. She's right, you name a goldfish and it dies. I must be getting over emotional in my old age because her naming the fish in memorial is just so touching. I think I need to go break something or do something manly.