Oddities, Profundities, Profanities and Dad Stuff

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Time Marches on at a Whirlwind Pace

I sat here this morning and realized that despite all intentions, I have not written on here for nearly 4 years. 4 years of “I’ll get around to it.” 4 years of apathy. 4 years of slacking! I could come here an make all sorts of grandiose claims about posting all of the time now and getting a regular schedule, but the truth is, Why? Who reads this? Will any of those people that read my ramblings before still be around? Will subscriptions still exist, or will anyone still remember that this is even here? Some I know will not. Covid has taken too many.

I know I won’t keep the schedule. I don’t have all of the free time I used to when I was a stay at home dad. My life is as busy as ever, and the motivation just isn’t there. Sure there is plenty of free time to watch TV, and hang out. Sure there is time to sit and write, but have I taken advantage of it? Obviously not.

It was also back in 2018 that I got a story published in a League of Utah Writers anthology, and have not done much writing since. I have put words down, but I haven’t finished anything. I have thought about stories, but, as the kids say, Meh.

Cut forward to the train wreck dumpster fire that was 2020. You would think I would have tons of time to write….I didn’t write. I did work the whole time as my workplace was deemed an essential business. So Money wasn’t an issue. Just motivation. Things started to look up a bit toward Halloween, but then my Mom passed away and, well, crap. I wrote the obituary for her with my sister and damnation if that wasn’t one of the hardest things I have done. That was harder than writing the eulogy for my aunt. I still can’t read that obituary without tearing up.

Cut to 2021, my son decided that it wasn’t worth it anymore and ended up in a psych hospital due to suicidal thoughts, and then in another for an actual attempt. I am just now figuring out how to do the real author thing and take that pain to make a story. April brought my daughter her second kidney transplant which is a wonderful thing, but I was getting worked up to donate a kidney to her, and with the transplant I just hit a brick wall at 70 miles per hour in that. I wasn’t needed anymore. Well for the kidney at least.

May brought us a fun time moving when we got kicked out of our house because the new owners wanted to renovate and rent for more. No we were not behind on rent or anything, but we wanted to stay a bit longer, with a new kidney transplant and all. But anyway, we frantically searched for houses to no avail and ended up living in a friends house, where we still are….way longer than we planned on. But we are helping them get the house fixed up and repaired so it is good. But I still didn’t write.

I have made a lot of adjustments over the past couple of years, but it is finally at mid January of 2022 when I have actually got the bug again. Write Justin, just do it. This blog is called catharsis for a reason. Spew forth all of the crap that is going on in your head. Let the dumpster fire of your mind flow through your fingers to burn quietly in a corner of the internet and leave your head in peace. Damnit, just write.

So that is where I am this morning. Sitting here vomiting words on my shiny new laptop that Santa brought me. I will write here more. It won’t be on a schedule. It won’t be as often as it could be. Yet, it will be here. It will be real. It will be all me.

And it will be spectacular Cathartic.

Until next time,

-Justin

Of water, Lego’s and laptops…

Oh the 3 things that should not be in combination in the hands of a 7 year old.  I am writing this on my laptop, with an old keyboard from a desktop computer.  Why, because water doesn’t make laptop keyboards work.  At all.  This is not the first time one of my kids has spilt on my keyboard, but this is the worst of it.  The keyboard doesn’t even sort of work.  Let’s take the time machine back a few hours…..

{time machine music goes here with some wavy picture that evokes going back in time}

Windows Key on black laptop keyboard.

Windows Key on black laptop keyboard. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ok so here we are getting dinner ready for the masses, or trying to.  My youngest son runs into the kitchen, “Daddy I spilled your drink on your keyboard.”  “What keyboard?” said I, rushing to the electronics.  “Your laptop.” he says and my brain clicks into overdrive, giving orders for towels and screwdrivers as I powered the machine down and dumping it upside down to clear the fluid.

You see we have a bench against the wall at our dinner table.  I had the computer on the dinner table.  My son had a few legos on the back side of the table and he was climbing around and over the table.  Gravity took over and well the rest, and my keyboard, is history.

So after cleaning and drying the keyboard was dead but the computer works just fine, Albeit with another keyboard.  

Cut scene to a week later.  I bought another keyboard from the local thrift store that is about the size of my laptop so it is easier to take around, and it doesn’t have a cord.  It does have the pleasing clicking of a mechanical keyboard that somehow gives great feedback to how fast you are typing.  I kind of like it.  Cut to a couple of week later when Ebay finally comes through and I get a new keyboard for the laptop itself.  I took the thing apart again and installed the new one.  A huge mess of not easy to do as it turned out.  But I got it back together.  

Well the new keyboard works, but not quite like it should.  Sure all of the keys do what they need to, but it is not as secure as it should be so it is almost impossible to type on.  I still have to open the whole thing back up and secure the keyboard.  I just like typing on this other one so much I may not do it for quite a while.

To sum up, water and laptops do not mix, but for around $25 I got a new keyboard for the machine, and a wireless keyboard that I quite like.  It is one of those things that turns out well in the end, but what a hassle overall.  

Relativistic Physics for 7 year olds

This morning was interesting.  I poured my 7 1/2 year old son a bowl of cereal for breakfast while I was finishing making lunches.  He sat and ate for a few minutes and then he asked, “Dad, if someone from the future takes someone from the past on a time machine to the future, are they the same age or is one really old?”  Yea, ponder that for a minute.

English: Relativistic formula

English: Relativistic formula (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I sat there for a minute or two and finally said “Yes, to both questions.”  Needless to say he was confused.  So here I am trying to figure out how to explain relativity and time travel to a 7 year old so he can understand it.  Yea, his brain is unique.

I started with a bit of relativity, glossing over the theoretical science and math and got to “If you are on an airplane you don’t notice you are moving unless to look out at the ground, but if you are standing on the corner watching the plane it is going fast.  It is all how you are looking at the same thing.”  Confused look for a minute and then, “Oh, so it is like watching a car go by on the road.”  Bah, bested by a 7 year old.

“Yes,” I said, “it is like that.”  And then we get into what happens with time travel and people.  I hold 2 fingers up, one on each hand.  “OK, these are people and they are both 10 years old and they were born 100 years apart.  In normal time they would move at the same rate.”  As i move my fingers at the same time, “each gets older the same but they will never meet.  When the guy in the future goes to the past, he is getting older to himself, but hasn’t even been born yet to the past guy!”  Eyes began to glaze a bit but he stuck with it.

“Ok, if they both jump back to the future, the future guy is still 10 to himself and 10 in his world.  the past guy is 10 in his body, but 110 by his birthday?  Make sense?”  He looked for a minute and said, “So if they guy from the past goes to the future he is still 10.  Got it.”

Yea sure Tristan, you got it.  I am still waiting for a call from the school, either from his teacher, “What are you teaching this kid?”  or from the principal, “Your son got in a fight about time travel and how old he will be in 103 years.”  We will see what happens.

-Justin

Oh the woes of winter.

Hello all.  Well here we are mid February.  Winter is waning here in Utah, with temperatures are climbing into the 50’s and all of the snow almost gone.  Here is where I have issues with winter.

Dogs in Grange Park, Toronto, Canada.

Dogs in Grange Park, Toronto, Canada. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Now, I don’t mind the cold, or the snow, what I mind is the pending spring, and all of the mud and gunk that goes with it.  Continue reading

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