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bheansidhe


taking pictures and then giving them back


waiting
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bheansidhe
At the hospital, waiting. It's peaceful here.

I know we're transient. All I ask is that I be a good steward of this soul while I inhabit here. A good steward of this little piece.

facing North
my I
bheansidhe
D's mother is in the hospital, passing, passing fast. He took her and her dog to the vet today, then took her to lunch. One minute they were enjoying Chinese and then she was seizing.

She is 90. You would think there would be enough time. You might think it would feel like enough time.

She's been living on her own, walking her dog and fixing her own meals and puttering around her own house. She never wanted to be in any kind of facility. She never wanted to be brought back. These are true things, and I have not punched any of the nice people who said "It's for the best this way" in the mouth, not once, because I understand and agree even as I am completely disinclined to accept it.

It *was* a blessing that I was even home today to be with them. The only reason was that the part to fix D's truck was delayed in transit and he had to take my car. And that she had an appointment scheduled today - otherwise he wouldn't have been there. I am so hugely, formlessly grateful that it happened this way and not another that I can't even look sideways at it enough to say it.

She's been in sedation on a ventilator since they brought her in. She's in pallative care. Tomorrow they take her off the machines. D is with her. He reported that she opened her eyes - a miracle. She might even have seen him. He's getting to say goodbye.

Snowpocalypse 2041, the Aftermath: Smug Advice From Northern States, the Inappropriateness Thereof
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bheansidhe
Thanks, Wisconsin, but I have looked at your Winter Emergency Car Kit and I have to say that, in 30 years of living in a hurricane zone and 12 years of Atlanta commuting, I have never needed most of those things, and I have needed several things you left off, because I assure you: I have only encountered ice-jam once, but I have spent many, MANY painful hours in gridlock with zero privacy, no exit lane in site, and an urgent need for food and a pit stop.

I realize bladders are considered far less deadly than ice, but given that people in our city have a much greater chance of being hit by falling drought-stricken trees than of dying of cold and exposure, I think I have a right to define what constitutes a true commuter's emergency. In which I clarify what we REALLY need to carry in our cars at all times.Collapse )

Inadvertent portmanteau of the day
grammar for the innocent eager doomed
bheansidhe
My SME assures me that the sp_revokeddbaccess stored procedure is "decapricated."

I am torn between helpless giggles and images of headless goats.

Fundamentally unfit for this job
grammar for the innocent eager doomed
bheansidhe
Example 1
Writer:
You want to ensure that alerts for the Web application are not limited.

Me:
Not limited how? Frequency? Scope? Pls clarify.


Example 2
Writer:
You need to ensure that documents that have been deleted can be restored after 40 days.

Me:
Unclear. Do you mean, restored AFTER 40 days have passed? Or can be restored within 40 days but not after 41? Pls clarify.


Example 3
Writer:
You want to have only one instance of the managed metadata service application used by all three companies. However, administrative personnel from the two new companies have insisted that they must have their own data in the managed metadata service application. Each company wants its own admin to manage the data, and each company does not want the other company to access its data.

Me:
This makes it unclear what the requirement actually is. Are you going to tell the other admins to go stuff themselves and bow the yoke of the one true managed metadata service application? Or are you going to acquiesce to their unreasonable demands and craft a stale, bitter compromise of a solution for all to grumble at and obey? And will there be blood on the streets? Pls clarify.

This was not the plan
Little birdhouse in your soul
bheansidhe
I had bought a plane ticket to see my mom this weekend for her 70th birthday. I arrived as planned and went straight to the hospital where she was admitted Friday night with severe diverticular pain. I've been here since. They finally pegged the persistent fevers as broncchial pneumonia and have her on three antibiotics, oxygen, and IV fluids. Her fever keeps spiking to 102 and we're waiting for the next round of blood culture results.

I am insanely grateful that I'd already taken four days of vacation for this trip and bought flight insurance so I can change my return if I need to.

I'm too exhausted to add something witty and or profound, so take it as read.


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Hard Light and Soft Glass: The Dirty Diana
wry grin
bheansidhe
....is, in fact, the best damn title for an article on photography I've ever seen.

Wake to sleep
Little birdhouse in your soul
bheansidhe
The Waking

by Theodore Roethke

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

Need geek input.
Little birdhouse in your soul
bheansidhe
My work made the decision to migrate all enterprise mail from Microsoft Outlook to Google Mail Labs and Chrome.

I am having a huge problem because I lived and died by Outlook Calendar and its infinitely configurable popup reminders. Google Calendar, while it has nominal "popup reminders," does NOT make them configurable, does NOT pop them over my window no matter how I try (and I spent an hour yesterday with this *and* I work in IT so I am not computer-illiterate), and sets them to a default snooze of 5 minutes.

I manage my ADD with popup reminders. Period. It is the most functional tool I've found in my entire working career. I need a popup two weeks in advance that it's my boyfriend's birthday, and I need to snooze that reminder for one day, two days, and/or five days. I need popups for projects that I'm working on WHILE I'm working on them to make sure I hit my benchmarks. Period.

I have always hated Google's inexplicably bad calendar application. I hate it on my phone; I hate it for my personal mail. Now I have to use it. What kind of plug-in or extension (keeping in mind that Corporate disabled many of the Google Labs features) can I use to create Outlook-style popups? I've put in Google Mail Calendar Checker, but it's popping up a reminder for every single event on my calendar at the same time and I'm having to scroll down and snooze each one. I need individual window popups for every event, ideally.

Calling Abigail Washburn fans for an Atlanta show!
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bheansidhe
I'd love to see Abigail Washburn on Friday, January 13th at Eddie's Attic in Decatur. Tickets for 4 with dinner and a table included is $165 ($45 per person), or tickets for four *without* dinner but with a table is $100 ($25 per person). I can't find individually priced tickets online, so they may be sold out of the one-ups and only selling table tickets now.

I have 2 confirmed takers. Possibly three, but the third isn't such a fan and would bow out. Are there one (or two) fans who'd like to share our table? I can put someone up for the night on an air mattress if you'd have to drive in from any distance.