The Daddler

My blog has strayed from its original purpose. To talk about my life with The D. There's been so much going on.

He's been so happy lately. And consequently, nice to me. So nothing to vent about. Today, he decided he wanted to go to the senior center for a few hours. Lunch was chicken and dumplings. That didn't hurt. Sarita dropped him off and Kiddo picked him up, so I got a few billable hours in. Including my unofficial role as Network Administrator for my nonprofit client. The secretary called to say she couldn't print. I was at Sam's with Kiddo. I told her to turn off the printer and turn it back on and call me if it didn't work. It didn't work. Then I talked her through the print queue. Cancelled all the jobs and tried again. No cigar. Said I'd stop by on my way home from Sam's.

Did the usual things. No success. I checked another computer and it worked fine. Then it hit me. Her computer wasn't plugged in to the printer. Yup, no bleeding edge wireless technology for us. The USB connection had been knocked out. Who'd have thought of that?

But the whole exercise was good. The sweet little old lady who's the pillar of the church (and signs my checks) was there. She got to meet Kiddo. He got to see me in my element. I slapped her sweet little butt. Gave her hell, like I always do. Printed my test document which said "Bea is a pain in the ass." Gave it to Bea and told her to take a look at what Susan was writing about her.

I think I should charge a premium for my NA duties. But it's fun being around sweet people. Who appreciate me.

Kiddo didn't say it, but I think he saw me differently today. The way my clients see me. They appreciate me. Maybe one of these days, he will, too.

In the meantime, I got some great stuff for The D at Sam's. Sweet corn. Fresh brussel sprouts (I'm the best BS chef in the world). Tomatoes. Celery. Blueberries. Best of all, Chunky. His name for cucumbers, tomatoes and onions chopped up and tossed in olive oil and vinegar. Yum.

He loved it. He wanted cornbread. I've been making it in Mother's cast iron skillet. He loves it in spite of the ground flax seed I throw in. Anything to keep him regular. Corn is really great for that.

Ok, gotta run. Work to do before the rapture...