“How was church?” Twin #2 was asked Sunday.
“It was fun,” she said in her almost automatic way.
“Oh, but church isn’t fun,” came the lighthearted reply.
But, church was fun.
Someone didn’t feel good, our service was cancelled because the city marathon had blocked access to the church, and other reasons kept us away from church too long. Matins at the house can only do so much.
Despite the organ being a bit loud, Twin #2 enjoys church. Often she sings along, even wanting to sing during the organ prelude and postlude. She says the creed and the corporate collects. She squeezes Mom or Dad quite hard through much of it, which may be what she finds fun most of all.
When I was younger, one of the things that I got teased about, that really annoyed me, was that I couldn’t seem to look at a person while I was talking to them. My eyes would wander, and they would point that out as if something were wrong with me, that I wasn’t focusing on them.
I’ve caught myself doing that again recently, but I’ve actually come to terms with it. It happens when I am really thinking about the words that I’m saying, when I’m measuring my own believability. I don’t look down, as if I’m trying to lie to someone, but I look up, as if I’m pondering about something.
If this was what was happening to me way back when, then my friends were really selling themselves short by pointing out this “flaw.” Was it more important that I was talking to them, or was it more important I was telling them the best that I could say? And why were they more focused on what my eyes were doing than on what I was saying?
Who had the real lack of focus here?
I have some good guys around me at work who are asked to do a lot, and they get a lot done. I’d asked for such people to be recognized in some fashion in the past, but this was the first time I’d had my nominations granted.
I nominated a total of three people a couple of weeks ago, and I was asked Tuesday to present two of them to our steering committee, a group of people 2-3 levels higher than I am in the company hierarchy. The third I will present on October 8.
Each co-worker receives an American Express gift card and a framed certificate stating not only the level of accomplishment but a description of exactly what they were being recognized for.
A couple of months ago a friend recommended adding push-ups to my workout regiment. I found an app, Pushups 0 to 100, that puts the user on a schedule to increase the amount of push-ups performed every other day.
Once I got to 100 in a session, though, that was it. If I continued to do 100, it wouldn’t add those extra 100s to the total amount of push-ups I was doing.
I’m getting more life out of the app by switching to one-arm push-ups.
Since my transfer in May I’ve been traveling more than ever, but because it’s been to Houston, there haven’t been that many opportunities for hotel reports. Maybe next year will be more interesting, as the new project I’m on is supposed to go international.
Working on the project that replaces the one I’ve taught for 14 years is a mixed bag. The old system needs to be replaced, no question. We have hacked it into doing things now that we had no idea we would want to do 15 years ago. The typical fracture job 15 years ago involved going to location, pumping 7-10 different stages on each of up to 7 sets of perforations, and then going home in a day or two. Now, we can stay on location 5-7 days and pump over 15 stages each on over 60 different sets of perforations. People are making shortcuts with our system because it’s too slow, and when things aren’t done right it makes other people work harder down the road.
We had about three cups of blackberries from our food cooperative. I had seen blackberry compote used as a topping for pancakes, and so I thought I would give it a whirl. This was a bit of a risk, because changing breakfast in the past had met with mixed reviews.
I used the recipe from Epicurious. This worked well, but the tea infuser I planned to use as a strainer bridged off way too quickly and made filtering much too slow. I found a small strainer with larger holes, which let some of the seeds through, but with repeated straining I got most of the seeds out.
Check out the color of this stuff, and the flavor is wonderful. I would like to put it with some pork loin or other savory meat in the near future.