Being late
This epiphany popped into my mind a few days ago, and has been in my head since:
I am mostly happy with the things I've done in my life so far,
but I was late to many of those things.
This epiphany popped into my mind a few days ago, and has been in my head since:
I am mostly happy with the things I've done in my life so far,
but I was late to many of those things.
[31 Oct – 6 Nov; unfinished draft that I published months later]
Indignant toot of the week:
[24–30 Oct; unfinished draft that I published months later]
Toot of the week:
[17–23 Oct; unfinished draft that I published months later]
The thread of the week started with this very simple idea:
Before the end of the day, when the kids are already asleep, my wife and I often go back to photos/audio/video of them that we ourselves have registered very recently (like, in the same day) and thus know well already. Nevertheless, we enjoy that, and sometimes giggle and point at the screen and say “awww”. It's a very warm feeling. And it's very stupid. I often marvel at that.
[10–16 Oct]
On Tuesday I gave my first actual lecture (via Microsoft Teams) at the university.
Wednesday was National Day and I took the kids to the park, from where we saw all the fighters, transport planes and helicopters whizzing above our heads.
[3–9 Oct]
Some days this week Miss Entropy took her brand new scooter to school.
On Monday I went alone to that other town to visit yet another flat for sale. I quite liked it, and took lots of pictures to show later to my wife (but she went herself to see it some days later and didn't like it as much as I did).
[26 Sep – 2 Oct]
This week we celebrated Miss Entropy's third birthday.
[19–25 Sep]
I will be moonlighting as a (part-time) lecturer! A few days ago I signed the contract with a university which has a few campuses in the Madrid metropolitan area. I am going to (remotely) teach a subject about markup languages. The course is part of a two-year-long vocational training degree about web application development, and the job should take only a few hours of my time each week. The pay isn't great; I said yes to them mainly out of curiosity, to step a little bit out of my comfort zone, to learn something myself in the process, and for fun.
On Wednesday we had a programmed power cut in the building (block? neighbourhood?). Miss Entropy (who is not yet eating at school this month) and I had lunch together at the kitchen table by the light of a candle (that was totally unnecessary, but it introduced some variety in our day, and I thought it was cute). (My wife was working from the office.)
[12–18 Sep]
On Monday evening, after work, I rode my motorbike to that other town to take a look at a three-bedroom flat for sale. I liked it quite a lot: it was roomy, almost new, with a lot of natural light, a big balcony, and inside a nice big estate with a swimming pool and green spaces to play and mingle. It was also bordering our budget. I told my wife about it and the next day we arranged with the estate agency for her to go see it with her own eyes. (Spoiler alert: a few days later, we made a formal offer to the homeowners and started doing our research about mortgages etc, we negotiated with them for a week [raising our price twice], we assumed it was a done thing, we sent all kinds of sensitive and intimate documents to a bunch of banks… and in the last minute the owners said “no”.)
My daughter has been attending school for four hours a day all week. So far, so good.