It’s Father’s Day 2008. Happy Father’s Day to all of you out there who are dads.
For me, it’s a time to reflect. I love my kids dearly, but I don’t think I’m a great dad. I hope to change that someday. I think a lot of it needs to change with my health, which I am addressing very soon.
Maybe I’ll get better then.
Those of you who may not be subscribed to Porkbuns… may I point you in the direction of this blog post…
How many of you have looked over at http://www.porkbuns.org lately?
My wife is in the kitchen right now making a Chinese dish for herself that contains the worst stench I’ve ever smelled in my life. It smells like decaying flesh on a wet summer day after blisters have formed all over your feet. I’m trying my best not to make fun of it, but it’s really, really hard to do. She plans to combine it with some noodles of some kind.
(NOTE: This is a crosspost from my family site, www.porkbuns.org)
So we’ve had a little announcement for a month or so now, but we’ve been holding off on the real public word until Daughter had been informed. Well, she’s been informed and so now the secret can get out!
Can you figure out what the secret is? Surely, you can.
I updated to 10.5.2 pretty excitedly and for once, I finally experienced a problem with the update.
Namely, two problems.
– Apple Mail won’t quit. I’ve had to do a force quit every time since 10.5.2. Horsing around in the discussion groups at Apple shows that a few users have the same issue, but it seems to revolve around To-Do’s and/or Notes. I tried to add a new To-Do in Mail and sure enough, Mr. Beach Ball comes a knockin’. I took the user’s advice and wiped ~/Library/Mail and it seems to have resolved my issue. I’ll let you know after it finishes downloading my tons of megabytes of IMAP mail. Oh yeah, be careful about that – you get to redownload all your mail if you’re on IMAP. I’m not sure what happens with POP3 since I don’t ever, ever use POP3, but I’d imagine you lose the messages. Beware.
Alright, now I’ve had it. This virus must die.
This is by far one of the worst, pathetic, no-reason-to-exist lifeforms on this planet. I want it exterminated. Immediately.
It’s a highly-contagious gastrointestinal virus and I’m pissed.
Friday morning at about 1am, our son started vomiting again. Only this time, he was throwing up blood. I took one look at the output and declared, “That’s it. Hospital. Now.”
We got dressed and headed into the emergency room. While we were there at the triage nurse station checking in, he threw up blood again, so at least they didn’t have to reach into his stomach or whatnot. They decided to admit us after we spent a good six hours sitting around in the E.R., falling asleep at random.
Thanks to all of you for the well wishes. The positive vibes seem to be doing well.
I got home late yesterday (about 9pm), minus most of my clothes. I had to leave the clothes at the laundromat in San Jose. My coworker is supposedly going to mail them to me. Hopefully 🙂 My wardrobe isn’t much, so most of it is still there.
Taitai has recovered from her sickness, but our little boy is still quite ill. He managed to get through the day yesterday without puking, but relapsed today by expressing his gratitude for my return via rocket vomit. Yes, I was showered not once, but twice. Serves me right I suppose, since the wife got slimed countless times on Monday.
My wife and son have taken ill, so I have cancelled the third leg of my trip to head home. I can tell my wife is exhausted and not feeling well – I need to be back home.
Our dog Trixie has also taken very ill – we’re not so sure she’s going to make it thru the week. More later.
I’ll be back in the home town tomorrow night.
Ack… well, at least I called her.
Today was my wife’s birthday. She is once again within arm’s reach of my own age for a short 3.5 months.
Happy birthday my darling wife, even though I’m so far away… I’m thinking of you.
