What posts in June? Oh, thooooose thirty posts in June… again. It seems that for the fourth year in a row I’ve climbed aboard the daily blogging train and continued that monumental, multi-year writing effort to string a topic or idea across the vast reaches of years. Each day a new post on a new topic, but on the same blog-per-day topic as last year, creating another set of Those 30 Posts in June. Today, that post just happens to be:
June 2nd // Something You Have Lost
Not permanently, no. But temporarily… for work reasons.
Claire and I have enjoyed a lot of daddy-daughter time over the past few weeks as Karin’s “Big Project” –and the quantity of her time it demands– has escalated, all to prepare for this recent “launch” –a launch which happened this past weekend… another reason we were in Calgary besides the race.
For multiple various reasons I won’t even try to explain the technical details here: But lets just say that all those fancy computer systems and networks that you and I tend to take for granted each and every day of our lives here in the twenty-first century, are often strung together delicately and with dedicated complexity by thousands of thousands of information technology professionals every day, often working in the wee hours of the night to create, fix, rebuild, relaunch, and deploy to the wild the seemingly trivial bits of code that link complex systems to other complex systems, so that when you turn on your email or make a phone call or pay for your coffee or direct deposit your pay-cheque, all of that happens without either you or I really worrying about the guts of how it all happened. But it happens. Someone is tending to the humming and ticking systems, watching the matrix-code blurred onto monitors in dark office towers, and when something goes wrong someone’s phone rings in the middle of the night. Sometimes that someone is my wife… who must then get up and like a warrior general, rouse the troops and make haste to a laptop computer. Phone. Fix. Hack. Code. Patch. Test. Repeat. … and maybe sleep later.
The “Big Project” has been gradually building up for months and months, an exponentially accelerating curve (with bad timing to boot!) and as these things always seem to be a fragile as a sandcastle on a stormy beach I won’t say it is done or complete or untethered at last from the day-to-day complexity of our silly little lives. But there is a good chance that my lost wife –and Claire’s lost mom– will be found, at least for a little while, in the very near future.