Lemonade sucks

Today I was handed a few lemons, so I set out to make lemonade. Between the seeds, lack of sugar and water, and the constant burn of citric acid in my eyes I came to the quick conclusion that lemonade sucks. Then it dawned on me that the the problem wasn't the lemons, but me.

Think about it. I TRIED to make lemonade. Instead of letting things settle out to a manageable place and turn into lemonade on their own I squeezed and poked and tried to make those "things" into something that was outside of their very nature. Perhaps if I had left them well enough alone I would have had a nice glass of sweet lemonade before I ended my day.

SPAM

Does any one else remember when "spam" was food? I am tired of explaining that to folks in their 20's.

Counting costs.

I am a technical person. I run systems, design server farms, get woken up at 3AM to save a late night release. Yet I find myself more unwilling to spend time fooling with personal technology. The cost just seems to high.

Take my "conversion" to Macintosh as an example. I wanted a *nix based system that I could use for multi-track recording and code/admin work. I spec'd a nice Dell and a Lenovo, figured out the vendor to do the Linux install, but at the last minute decided to look at Apple. When I thought about the need to do any actual maintenance I decided that Apple was the way to go. I wanted to spend my time recording not patching linux kernels. May be I am getting old. Maybe I am lazy. Could be. I wonder though, if the realization that I only have 6 years left till I am "childless" is the real reason. God I hope so.

When the little girl stops being little.

Today she decided that it was more important to win than to have fun. Her goal is in her mind and she is attacking it. No more stopping to pick a daisy. No more "pretty things" in her pockets. And she asked me to push her a little harder.

When did my little girl grow up? Where was I? Did I miss it all?

It springs on you suddenly. Your child is no longer an object you direct but a being that isn't ready to go it alone and your role is more as an advisor or councilor than dictator. Your input is no longer gospel, but more the unsolicited advise of a distant relative.

And if you blinked you missed it. The butterfly has left and is soaring away on the breeze.