(I used to make a post every day about my life. What happened to that…?)
I said goodbye to my old job on Friday and I’ll start a new one tomorrow which is closer to home. It’s also doing more the kind of things I want to focus on, which will be interesting. My coworkers took me out to a place called Wild Rice in KoP for a goodbye meal.
Today, we went to Shupp’s Grove, but I didn’t get anything. The best part was stopping at Boehringer’s ice-cream stand on the way back, where I ate a turkey sandwich and no ice-cream, and forded the shallow anonymous stream with Rio, although I should have taken my boots off first. The ducklings are almost fully-grown.
I’ve been doing a lot more Metacity work recently than I have for weeks; let’s hope it continues. I’ve done some refactoring and commenting over the last few days, and today I fixed GNOME bug 92867 (theme viewer shows theme name in titlebar) and GNOME bug 430198 (allow toggling of non-composited minimise effect in gconf). They’re not major, but they’re progress.
One of our trees, a great and heavy oak, fell in a thunderstorm the other day, narrowly missing our house. It hit a maple on the way down which deflected it, although the maple was hurt in a rather self-sacrificing way. When the tree people came to clear it up it turned out that the oak was rotten to the core and dead inside. Not a work of art, but…
I thought I saw an execution there.
The fascinated public gathered round.
The cheerful hangmen stripped the victim bare
And built their gibbet high above the ground.
The rope was taut, my wildness filled with fear.
I saw him fall. I heard his final cry.
Yet when the hangmen left I ventured near
To find my fault: I’d never seen him die.
In fact, I think he’d died some years ago.
There’s blackness of decay in every breath.
The sound of flies was all that’s left to grow,
Now free to come and feast upon his death;
Prince of the trees, I have a simple plea:
I will not die till death has come to me.
