After work today I went out to get the pool ready for filling. It's one of our change of season rituals here with lots of hoses to be tightened plugs to be screwed in and Crud to be cleaned. The first task at hand was siphoning off all the water that had gathered on the cover and vacuuming all the rest.

As we were pulling the cover off I heard the loudest croaking sound. I had this image of a huge bullfrog somehow caught in the Cover. I looked everywhere because I didn't want to hurt him (or her)

To my surprise, I found this little guy clinging for dear life halfway up the side of the pool. I have no idea how long he was there, but I know that he would not have lasted long. It would've been no way for him to get out from the covered pool. Come to think of it I may have heard him last night.

 

Diane ran and got a bucket and a nap while I administered psychotherapy. The frog was definitely's a little traumatized by fast but he sat there gracefully well I maneuvered him into the bucket and covered it. Diane and I then escorted the little guy to our neighbors frog pond. It would be like going from the Worst imaginable prison to the nicest possible hotel.

I don't know if he was scared or happy to see me. (My frog is a little rusty).. But I left our short relationship knowing that I was best thing that happened to that little guy all day. Nice to be satisfied by at least something like that everyday.

Moments later, Diane was rewarded by for our kindness by being stung by a wasp was hiding under the pool cover. There is no justice I say!

 

More tomorrowNight all, night Sam– Me

 

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Sort of epiphany today. Not a Big deal, but it came to me while I was trying to multitask as I was getting out of the house for an early meeting which I ended up not actually making it to. The Insight was this. I have crammed my mind so full of small things that I'm not making any time to think. It's like the old saw from the Stephen Covey books that if you try to fit big rocks into a jar that's already full of sand you can't do it but if you put the rocks in first then fill the Sand in and you can. … Only here Its with thinking.

I meditated on this again as I was supposed to be listening to phone calls and working on presentations. Yet another example of being permanently distracted. I know this might seem obvious to other people but I think I have been a major denial about the degree to which I seek out distraction. What's not to like about something new and exciting. It always is more appealing than the thing you really need to get done.

So, note to self. I'm going to try to do fewer things and do them better. I know that kind of resolution sometime sounds hollow, but I have a good track record of changing my life once I've committed to something like that. For example in January 2012 I committed, along with son Max, to build more things, and talk less about them until they are done. I redirected my energy and time around that idea I've been on a Very Productive making/building kick since. . In 2009 I committed myself to do in education outreach on a more international scale. Since that day I've been over 20 countries with a message of bringing more people to engineering and science.

So… Now I'm committing to trying to do fewer things and try to do them better. The nice thing about blogging like this, it's a great record of commitments I need to myself. Here's to me in the future looking back at keeping that pledge

Nite all, nite sam

-me

 

Late this afternoon i learned that the floorish exhibit at the firehouse gallery was attacked by a rogue band of musicians last night. There was a concert at the gallery last night and without asking, the band set up right over our piece. They didn't intend to cause damage, but they unplugged a bunch of our stuff. And in so doing seem to a corrupt our raspberry pi's memory.

Normally, that would mean a couple of hours of reinstallation, unfortunately the gallery has a demo tomorrow for the airport and they want to show our piece iSo……

It's midnight and Collin and I are trying to figure out what to do. Wish us luck.

 

Nite all, nite sam

-me