Hey 'ski. Another week into my mild case of midlife-crisis-itis, and life continues to be dynamic and changeable... - I'm off to my Father-in-Law's 80th birthday party in Minneapolis. He has asked his friends and family to either roast or eulogize him. There is Family Strife, so this has the potential to go colossally wrong in so many ways. - I got the mid-life-crisis-cycle (motorcycle) last week, and began tearing it down in preparation for rebuilding and modding it. The first step was to literally ride it down the two flights of concrete stairs that connect my front yard to my back yard, where my shop is. The first set of steps went off without a hitch. The second set of steps are - apparently - slightly taller. So the bike high-centered, and it took some significant amount of work to lift it off where its frame had contacted the top step, without also dropping it over sideways, or letting it go on its own further down the stairs. Because I am a clever monkey and can use tools like levers, I got it done. Once in the yard, I began tearing it apart. My compression tester arrived yesterday so work can now begin in earnest... - ... once I finish the insulation, walls, and ceiling in my shop. See, my shop is just framed, and is cold as hell in the winter. So it is currently full of the insulation and sheets of plywood that will eventually go in between the studs, and skin the walls. But I'm off to Minneapolis, so I can't start on that right now. - But my beloved rugby team - the Seattle Seawolves - have made it into the semifinals, and because of their decisive win, they earned the right for the semifinal to be a home game at their field that is no more than 7 miles from my house ... the same weekend I will be in Minneapolis for my Father-in-Law's birthday. So with some delicate relationship dancing and juking and jiving, and about $500 in fees, we have rescheduled our flight home on Sunday, so we arrive at the airport and drive directly to the game. - And today I filed my application to become an Arts Commissioner for my local town. Because I don't have enough going on already. - And delicately deflected the third inquiry in as many weeks, into my status in the polyamorous community, from a lovely woman I am fully thrilled by. (No. Still not poly.) - And I'm working with my boss to try and close down my job/department at my company, because it is not in line with the direction the company is plotting for the future. My skills would be better used elsewhere in the company, and the future direction of the product line is toward a specific niche that my work really doesn't encompass. Nobody seems to be thinking about this at a higher level in the company, so we are going to bring it to their attention and see what kind of future role I can sculpt for myself here. So yeah. Same-old, same-old, really. :-)