Monthly Archives: May 2015

I’ve been in Pleasanton all week, for a class.

Workday has a great snack program, so I’ve been saving time on my meals – most every breakfast and lunch has been the same thing:


Mixed nuts, jerky, and string cheese.

Workday has both beef and turkey jerky, and there’s also mild and medium cheddar cheeses in the same sort of packaging, so really I’ve just been dizzy with the variety. And it’s hard to get “lower carb” than this.

Since Workday’s paying for my meals anyway (expense account) I figure I’m saving them money – this has got to be cheaper than Pleasanton restaurants – and saving time, as well, so that I can spend more time doing what I’m supposed to be doing here, which is this class. And that leaves me more time before and after for training and meetings, which is pretty much all that there is for me to do in Pleasanton, since this is an Ethel Free Zone.

Somebody said last night “Why don’t you go to a movie?” The answer is simple – there are a lot of movies that Ethel would want to go see without me (pretty much any romantic comedy that doesn’t have action/adventure or science fiction overtones, for example) but the only movies that I would like to see without Ethel would be movies in which demons play a role – and “demons” here mean “demons in the Catholic Church sense”, not “demons in the Whedonverse”.

I’m no demon-movie aficionado, but there are the odd ones – “Constantine” comes to mind, and Denzel is great in “Fallen”. But those are movies that I found by accident – I’m not about to go to the theater on the off chance that something on the marquee might be one of those rare ones. So I’m not going to the movies while I’m here.

And that’s really about all there is to do, besides go to meetings and train. There’s no real “sightseeing”, as I’m in the East Bay, far away from San Francisco – most of what there is to see in the rest of the Bay Area is traffic. Everything looks the same – stucco homes and strip malls between beautiful golden hills with green patches of short trees. Several hours east of here are the Sierras, but I’m not driving way over there to see mountains from a distance.

I can only train so much, as well, so I’ve been making a lot of meetings. And going to restaurants at night, after meeting — which, by the way, is a bit disappointing; as it turns out, the East Bay doesn’t have any Mexican food. Everything tastes like it came out of a can.

Mostly, though, it’s all various subtle changes on Asian food. And I’m just not that hip on different ways to eat noodles.

Now, mixed nuts and jerky, though – I’m diggin’ on that…

Wow – it’s been a month since I’ve posted.

Well, I’ve been very busy. And there have been life events on hold that I didn’t want to talk about until they got settled one way or the other. Plus, I’ve been very busy.

This is me, being busy –


That’s at the Morgan Hill Sprint Triathlon this last week, racing with friends Ian and Karl. Ian kicked butt, and Karl wrecked his bike.

Me? I had a good race – the most complete tri I’ve done so far. Heck, I even pushed the right buttons on my watch, at the right times, all the way through (and got this record in Garmin Connect for my troubles). I was down close to 2 minute pace for the swim – in open water! – and from the moment I climbed out of the lake, I was ruler of all I surveyed until the end of the race – nobody passed me on the bike, and only three very young folks passed me in the first half-mile of the run. (One nice thing about being such a slow swimmer is that the athletes coming out of the water when I do are not of the top caliber 🙂

Okay, let’s back up, from now until last month when I posted last…okay – right now, I’m in Pleasanton, CA for a class at work. I’m learning some more development tools and techniques; I’m still the dumbest guy in the room, but “a rising tide lifts all boats”. That’s why I ran the Morgan Hill Sprint this weekend – I came out to the Bay a day early to race with friends.

In this last month, we’d accepted an offer on our house, and made an offer on a place in Taylorsville, and everything was going along fine until Monday, when our buyer was turned down for his loan – so now our house is back on the market, and we lost the house we were buying, and I’m a bit discouraged with the whole thing. However, God is still running my life, so – unless He’s decided that He just doesn’t like me – I suspect that it’s all going to work out for the best.

On Saturday, Ethel did the Woman of Steel sprint triathlon down in American Fork, and had a great race (even though it was cold and rainy; I’m not sure I would have had the fortitude to go ahead and do that race. Obviously, I’m not a woman of steel). I was in “support” mode for this race; for those of you who’ve ever wondered, support is much easier than doing the race yourself.

The week before, I was doing marginal training, because the week before that, I had pneumonia, because the week before that, I had bronchitis, but I went right ahead and took my sick lungs through Ironman St. George 70.3 – yep. Finally got that monkey off my back. I had a terrible race, and by the time I got home to Salt Lake, I had a fever, which shot up to 102 on Monday – out came the antibiotics and down I went, and stayed down all week.

So it’s not true to say that I’ve been very busy for the whole month, because, for an entire week, I didn’t do ANYthing – but the nothing that I did was definitely at the top of my capacity. I did all that I could do, which was nothing.

And that takes us all the way back, so I reckon I’m done now.