Monday, December 03, 2007
Of Books, Weather and Early Mornings
At the risk of sounding boring, how about this weather? Yesterday's forecast - in essence, some showers, clearing - somehow failed to adequately prepare me for yesterday's weather. Nowhere in the forecast did it say "Build an ark" or "You will spend a large part of the day shovelling crud out of drains to stop your house flooding" or "Brace yourself, pet!" I expect the sun going supernova would probably inspire the forecast "Warm, sunny, high UV factor, afternoon sea-breezes".
Son the Younger is still firmly convinced that he is a bird - the first sign of dawn, and he's up. Son the Elder was similar at this age (two years). I have kept my sanity by deciding that one day, vengeance will be mine. I think I'll wait till they're teenagers. I think a month of getting them up at five-thirty each morning will satisfy my sense of justice. Or maybe I'll just wait till they have kids of their own - maybe that's justice enough.
Anyway, that's how I came to watch the sun come up, wearing a Bob The Builder helmet, reading a book (Diggers, if you must know) to Son the Younger.
My own reading: I finished "Linux Email" - turns out the butler did it.
I took a brief diversion via Planecraft which was interesting, if you like that kind of thing. The author photo is absolutely priceless - I will endeavour to scan it soon. Hopefully my current workshop project - restoring an old plane - will not mean I have to also wear a bow-tie and glasses.
"The Physics of Radiation Therapy" continues to induce frustration whenever I dip into it. I confess with some shame that I am still in Chapter 1, which is a whirlwind tour of nuclear physics. I keep reading bits and having those annoying "Oh I get it, no, wait, what?!" moments. I think I'll just have to plow through and hope it all makes sense later on.
Son the Younger is still firmly convinced that he is a bird - the first sign of dawn, and he's up. Son the Elder was similar at this age (two years). I have kept my sanity by deciding that one day, vengeance will be mine. I think I'll wait till they're teenagers. I think a month of getting them up at five-thirty each morning will satisfy my sense of justice. Or maybe I'll just wait till they have kids of their own - maybe that's justice enough.
Anyway, that's how I came to watch the sun come up, wearing a Bob The Builder helmet, reading a book (Diggers, if you must know) to Son the Younger.
My own reading: I finished "Linux Email" - turns out the butler did it.
I took a brief diversion via Planecraft which was interesting, if you like that kind of thing. The author photo is absolutely priceless - I will endeavour to scan it soon. Hopefully my current workshop project - restoring an old plane - will not mean I have to also wear a bow-tie and glasses.
"The Physics of Radiation Therapy" continues to induce frustration whenever I dip into it. I confess with some shame that I am still in Chapter 1, which is a whirlwind tour of nuclear physics. I keep reading bits and having those annoying "Oh I get it, no, wait, what?!" moments. I think I'll just have to plow through and hope it all makes sense later on.
# posted by Banttha Fodder @ 11:25 AM 
