I wanted to get a good shot of the small herd of domestic goats that walked past our office door, but I was not fast enough. I got this picture as the exited out the back of the parking lot around the side of the building. You cannot see them so well, but I wanted to preserve the evidence for posterity. There is a ton of wildlife around here. I saw my first javelina in the wild on the side of the road beside a fire station in a subdivision a couple of blocks from my hotel. Very cool.
That is not the only thing going on. Our regular “Software Thursday” (sometimes it falls on Wednesday, Friday or whatever else works) meeting of John, Forrest, Mark and I was converted into a going away party for our boss, Mark. Mark has been a truly excellent boss. We are on a tough project and we yell at each other passionately on a semi-regular basis, but we got each others back. The rest of the team hates to see Mark leave. The new guy has been here a couple of weeks and seems to be very good, but he is still getting acclimated.
We talked about the importance of maintaining professional contact with your workmates after you leave a job. It has always accrued for good every time I ever did it and I still work with a core team of people from a job I took in Corvallis over thirty years ago. The old saying is true, “If I would have known I would still be working with them thirty years later, I would have treated them nicer.” The more things change the more they stay the same.
Betty Blonde #192 – 04/10/2009
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There is nothing about the Prescott Valley Public Library that is anything short of stunning. The picture above is the one I took as I walked in from the parking lot and does not do the rusted metal exterior and glass motif of the building justice. Many of you know that our family spends a lot of time in libraries. We generally like to spend time at college libraries because Lorena and the kids can study there while I work. College libraries tend to have pretty good wireless internet, so I was thinking of heading over to the Prescott College Library a small liberal arts college here in town. I went to their web site and talked to a few people all of which led me to the understanding that this particular college took the liberal (in the modern sense pop culture sense, not the classical sense) part of the liberal arts program to extremes that might make me persona non-grata. So I opted to huddle with the proletariat at the public library and boy am I glad I made that choice.
Having grown up in the west, I had no true concept about the relative qualities of biscuits. I grew up thinking that a biscuit was a biscuit; what’s the fuss. I did not know how wrong I was until we moved to Raleigh. I was reminded of this at breakfast this morning when I ordered a sausage biscuit at McDonalds in Prescott Valley. I was greatly saddened when I realized that the biscuits at McDonald’s in Prescott Valley are very similar to those we bought (sparingly) when we lived in Oregon. I guess they just do not know how to do it right here.