Zippy Hendirez 3.0

Sunday, May 28, 2006

 

Feeling Random

Hello, weather? Yes, I'd like to file a complaint. It's 90 out. I moved away from the South to get away from this, in part. So, cut it out.

A friend of Squeaky's was in town with her daughter, 3. 3-year-olds are interesting, as I already knew from my nieces. But it simply reinforced that notion for me. It's a strange time in life.

I have to work Memorial Day. Just like I've worked almost every Memorial Day since I got into news. But since I can set my own schedule, I'm just gonna get there when I get there, rather than run my butt in at 6 a.m.

I realized how much I missed the flat land when I was going north on I-71 to Columbus Friday, and a rain storm was coming in from the west (I've got a photo, which I'll post later). I could see it long before it got to me, and I got to race the storm, see if I could beat it to that intersection point we were both racing for.

I was happy to see that it beat me, and I got listen to the staccato rain on the windshield for a while.

Xander's learning to wear shoes. It's a tad funny, as he's just not sure what to do with them on his feet.

Zippy 5:31 PM

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Wednesday, May 24, 2006

 

Hello, My Name Is Zippy, And I Have A Diaper Bag Problem

Specifically, I keep leaving the damn thing in my car when I take Xander someplace, then bring the bag to work, where it is of no use whatsoever.

Squeaky, on the other hand, could really use said bag.

Um.

So when I get home tonight, I'm making a Zippy bag to leave in the car.

It's the right thing to do.

Zippy 1:48 PM

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Monday, May 22, 2006

 

One Last Look

My old station did a very nice tribute to Chris. You can check it out here.

Zippy 8:50 PM

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Sunday, May 21, 2006

 

Goodbye, Chris

He didn't make it.

In the end, it's better this way than for it to have lingered, to have drawn out. But it doesn't hurt less knowing this.

I feel like Martin Sheen in the West Wing. At the end of Season Two, he rails against God for the death of Mrs. Landingham at the National Cathedral, and I would post the rant here, except he refers to himself as a faithful servant.

I have never been a faithful servant of God. I don't think I ever will be, or will want to be, even if I ever decide to believe in his existence. Not after this.

There is no reason. There is no "It's God's will." There is only the unfairness and pain that this life dishes out to us in heaping lots periodically so that we know what it is to be human, to be mortal, and in the end, to be alone.

But Chris was a faithful servant, at the end. After he met April, he gave up his wild ways. I remember passing him in the parking lot at the station, sitting in his news truck at lunch, eating while reading the Bible.

If it brought him comfort, if it brought him peace, and if it meant that he left this world unburdened by fear and pain, then believing in God, for him, was the best thing he could have done.

But that's not going to change how I feel.

You went too soon, Chris. You went too soon.

Zippy 8:01 PM

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Friday, May 19, 2006

 

When All The Words Hurt To Write

There are days when I don't know what to feel or how to feel it. This is one of those days.

One of my former coworkers is in a coma. He's got a brain tumor, which was discovered when he wouldn't wake up last night. There's a hole in his head to help keep his brain from swelling too much.

I could tell you all about him, and his wedding, and his debauchery before he met his wife, and the transformation that happened after he met her, and how he was at my bachelor party, and how he used to call me for free tech support when he bought a computer, and how, just two days ago, the thought "Chris is sick" jumped into my head unbidden as I went for my lunchtime walk, even though I've not spoken to him since December.

I could tell you about all that, but that would almost sound like a eulogy, and I'm just not ready to let him go just yet. So I'll save all that for later, when I talk about his recovery.

I hope.

Zippy 4:15 PM

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Tuesday, May 16, 2006

 

The Boo

Hey, I needed a place to put my rain hat at the store. Fortunately, I brought Xander.

Zippy 9:49 PM

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Monday, May 15, 2006

 

Monday. It Figures

The plumbing's gone wacko. I still can't cut the grass. Xander and Quark were at each other all afternoon. The plumber didn't call back. Tomorrow's yet another primary election, which means a late night for me.

But, I have Squeaky. I have Xander. I have Quark.

I believe I still come out ahead.

Zippy 7:40 PM

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Thursday, May 11, 2006

 

Getting Back To Two Eyes

So for the first time in about two weeks, I'm wearing my contacts again. The anterior blepheritis is still around, but much weaker. And I was just plain tired of glasses.

Downside is that my left contact is blurry, and it feels like it's about to fall out all the time.

Whee!

Zippy 7:54 AM

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Saturday, May 06, 2006

 

The Things I See

Here we have the bird sitting on a nest just outside the main news conference room.

In case you're curious, yes, the fish dances when the brake lights are on. We weren't close enough to hear if it sings, too.

I had to catch up and get a photo of this guy. I mean, seriously, is he trying to pick up TV stations in Dallas or something?

Zippy 12:16 PM

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Friday, May 05, 2006

 

Sometimes, You Really Get What You Ask For

I wanted regular ol' grass, and I got it.

Now I have to get used to mowing once a week on the dot if I don't want to need a machete.

Zippy 8:27 AM

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Monday, May 01, 2006

 

Bitch, Thy Name Is Monday

Training of station personnel today. I'm not doing it, but I have to organize it. Then fix a problem with a PSA. Then start and run a new feature. Then make sure that the election system is going to run well. In between, write and post stories. Oh, and see about having someone come fix our dryer vent. And get the newspaper transferred to our new home. And write my end of month report.

Tomorrow adds Election Day (gotta remember to vote) and a managers meeting.

Why did I want to go into management again?

The weekend was good. Squeaky put up a new gate system to keep Xander out of the kitchen. A mattress nearly hit my car on the way back from the store. Typical.

Zippy 4:50 AM

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