Summering

It feels like summer now. We seem to have completely bypassed spring, and in the course of May, gone directly from snow to summer. It seems like only a few weeks ago, the final bits of the enormous snow pile at work finally melted, and then this last week, they re-sodded the portions of the grass around the building that they’d torn up in the course of the mid-winter’s construction at the building.

At home, the air conditioners are in the windows as of Friday. The bikes have been cleaned and tuned up in preparation for a family ride (which we took today). And even the cat seems to have decided she’s no longer cold. But the good news is that my den/man cave is in the basement, so I can cool down without needing to plant myself in front of the A/C.

The weekend was good, though a bit busy. We ran some errands yesterday, including to the oriental grocery store, then came home and I made some tempura last night for the gang. Good stuff, and surprisingly, it didn’t heat up the kitchen too much. Tonight, I continued a trend I’ve been trying to do–cooking lighter. I made a couple of Crab Louis salads for Jenni and I. The kids wanted nothing to do with it, but I think the salads turned out well anyway. One thing I love about them is their relative simplicity: eggs, green onions, tomatoes, lettuce, crab, and the dressing. Okay…I gave Jenni crab and I had the fake stuff, but there’s something about it I just love. I hate admitting that.

School is out at the end of the week this week. The girls wrap it up Thursday, and Patrick gets to suffer through two half days (if that) on Thursday and Friday–he’ll only be there until 10:30 or something, which hardly seems worth it. I remember the build up to this last week when I was in school. Then came the release, the feeling of freedom for a while, then the realization that you’re kind of on your own to find things to do for three whole months. By the early part of August, the kids start showing the strain of the summer: they need the structure of school and the reappearance of friends in their lives.

We don’t have huge plans for the summer, at least not yet. Jenni and I have floated the idea of a brief family getaway somewhere, but we haven’t even begun to take a serious look at that. A big part of that, obviously, is money related, and I’m waiting to see where my work bonus comes in. Then I can figure out what’s going to be possible and not possible. Why is it that you always seem to have two sets of plans for bonus money: what you need and what you want? I’m sure there’s a parable for life in there somewhere, but I don’t want to look for it now. I just want the damned check.

This spring or summer–call it what you will– has been so strange and I haven’t even had the Twins to focus on because they’ve been so bad so far. It’s easy to ignore some of the world when you can focus on a good baseball team, but they don’t seem to want to let me do that this year: too many injuries and far too much of our farm system playing in the major league team at one time. It’s easy to understand why we look so outmatched when you realize just how many guys on the team right now shouldn’t be here…

But time to regroup on a personal level and prep for tomorrow. Right out of the box I get to work on a virus issue that popped up late Friday as both of us were trying to get ready to head home. She was glad and disappointed all at once that she wouldn’t be able to work from home as much as she’d hoped. That right there was a sad statement…

I’ve got spotty overtime to do over the next month for project work. The problem is that it’s almost impossible to try to pin down how much time I’d need to work on this, even though the project leader and my supervisor kept pressing me for as accurate a guess as I could make. So I fudged. Quite wildly, I might add. Probably on the very high side, simply because I didn’t want to give any expectations that I couldn’t possibly meet. On the one hand, that works well, because I delivered the first phase on time and with less time required than I’d guessed. But on the other hand, it would be nice to try to claim all of the overtime I’d said I thought I’d need. Ah, dilemmas.

See you tomorrow.