How to Avoid those Thanksgiving Leftovers:
Okay, I've been running around like crazy for the last week or so and haven't
been keeping you up-to-date on the little adventures out here at the treehouse;
I guess that's one of the dangers of not being home, so when I am running around
like crazy, I don't get much written and when I do get home (only to fall over and
snooze for a couple of hours) I don't get much written either.
...no matter how much of the time it seems like I do a lot of my writing while asleep.
But I'm not, honest. For one thing, I seem to have developed this dreadful habit
of mentally wandering off into distant mental meadows of how to set any given subject
of conversation to music when I'm getting tired. So count yourself extra-lucky that
you've missed out on everything from traditional Christmas carols to Gilbert and Sullivan
updated to cover the finer details of server administration, corporate buyouts, and
that unruly sea we call the US Tax Code.
Or at least you've been lucky so far. When it came to the Christmas carols part, I took notes
and may just have to write them up anyway. We'll see...
Oh, yeah, but back to the Thanksgiving part. I did the usual holiday tradition, in
this case starting the day before, of going through my accumulations of computer
hardware and spending some time getting computer systems put together for some of
the people and organizations that have been waiting for them for a while. The biggest
batch this time was thirty-two systems that went out to underprivileged Native American
families, shelters, and rural school districts. I didn't really think about that
first part until late in the day, after all those systems had been delived, but eventually
it did cross my mind that there was something somehow appropriate about that.
A lot of people tell me that's not what I'm supposed to do for the holiday,
but I like it. Not only is there a lot less cleaning and bagging-of-leftovers to be done
afterwards in the kitchen, it even means that I get some more space cleared out in the