Working the Home Office
Dateline: above the garage in Portsmouth RI, 1 March 2005
I am sore. Sat on a tiny chair today at Jerry's preschool and painted a good dozen faces (3 Spiderman's, a bunch of T-Rex's and one cheetah). The problem was that the chair was a serious form-fitter, for someone four years old, and I just haven't had that sort of rear-end in a very long time.
Later, when the older kids got home, we went sledding and had a lot of fun on these undeveloped slopes down by the river: nice 20-yard hill, 60 yards of flat, and then another 20-yard hill. We four (me and the oldest) were all armed with inflatable inner-tubes, so we got a nice track going and then started doing trains (four in a row where we hold onto legs) with Jerry up front, then me for weight, then Em and Kev. Once the track was set, we were covering a hundred yards—easy. The fun ended, as it always does, with a train "wreck" that involve four-year-old Jer taking it in the head, but because we use only inflatables, no damage was done.
Then a long conference call with my partners, discussing a slew of interesting leads and other stuff we're collectively pursuing. Then I got the call back from Washington that I was waiting on, one that told me one of my two proposed stories with Esquire is definitely on—big time. So that was exciting to hear. So between that, the conference call session, and this blog, plus the face-painting and sledding—not a bad mix for the Home Office.
Tomorrow we meet with our realtor as we consider putting the house up for sale this spring. The churn never ends.
Here's the catch from yesterday and today:
■ The Big Bang just keeps getting bigger and better■ The nukes aren't the issue with Iran and North Korea, the leadership is