October 12th, 2001

crane

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The wind is like another presence in the house, booming and howling and making the walls of the house thud dully like they're being pounded with a soft, giant fist. Incredibly, the sky is utterly clear and bright with sunshine as the wind just whips around, ripping all the fire-colored leaves from the trees.

There's a story people around here tell, of a guy by the side of the road with a little stand, and in the stand is a rack for hanging stuff from and from that rack hangs chunks of brick on big gauge chain. The sign in front of the rack reads, "Boulder Wind Chimes."

Sometimes the story has the guy at the Farmer's Market, but I haven't ever seen him there.

I could believe it, though.

I can concentrate today. No meetings. The plant is shut down, today, for most people, so Boss Bill couldn't schedule any meetings for today, not that he didn't try. I'm very glad of these days.
crane

Jet's First Cold

Poor Jet. He seems to have a head cold, likely caught from Alex and Haley. It's a good thing for his immune system to get a work out, but he's mildly miserable with a stuffy nose and a light fever. Tylenol and getting cuddled to sleep seem to really be helping. Lots of nursing and lots of liquids and while he's not totally happy, it seems to be helping. Oddly it seems that if he has me or John to complain to (even though he doesn't have any words, yet, the tone is unmistakable) he seems to relax a lot more easily and with a lot of cuddling he seems to be settling down pretty easily.

He and Haley were a chaotic duo today, for Joan. Jet produced a fine poopy diaper and while Joan was trying to change him, Haley wanted to 'help' and started to grab at poopy stuff while Jet decided he'd had enough time on his back for a normal change (Joan had had to pull him out of his diaper, his clothing, and everything to get him clean) so did his darndest and sat up naked and started trying to play with the bags Joan was sorting everything into. Poor Joan. Both Haley and Jet thought it was fun, though, and Joan was laughing when she described the scene to me.

Baby == Chaos

What fun.

I may well be coming down with the head cold, too, but it seems fairly benign. Just a little tiring and a little stuffiness, not too bad. I can still think and am taking full advantage of the time I have to concentrate. Foooom...