April 23rd, 2017.

Weekend, weekend. V was off to see some friends in Copenhagen, and the kids needed chauffauring around town. Didn’t get much done. Apart from planting some of my leftover strawberry plants in the nearby woods, hoping they’ll spread. Picked up N from his duties (birthday), and drove to the city to pick her up, V. Then back and some more child-caretaking and that was pretty much that for the day. Sunday went to work for a spell, so as to get away for a short while. Programmed away, whilst updating myself on the French election. Not possible to yet tell the outcome. Europe seems to be unravelling. Know the Germans will always try to hold it together, but at what cost…? Hope all’ well in a week or so. After all, the Dutch didn’t go full extremism, did they.

May 15th, 2017.

Weekend came and went. V had to go to Funen, to practice som sketch with her mother in lue of an upcoming confirmation, weekend next. So was the primary caretaker on the Saturday, then she was back and the Sunday was mostly mine. Not much to it, and was glad that she went and had a quiet half a weekend in her parent’s company. That’s the kind of retreat that I usually take, as I go and visit mum and dad, and by her own account it was good to do that visit without the kids taking up all the time and topics of conversation. If only that stupid bridge didn’t cost so much, I dread to think of the kind of money I’ve spent in crossing the strait, over the years gone by.

Went to the library Sunday, in order to get some time working on the course material. Didn’t get the amount of work done that I had hoped, but will thankfully have two weekends upcoming to get more done – and will surely need that time, for it’s not long ’till the 30th. Am not fretting about it. Yet. Ah well, how bad could it be. There’s always the Aalborg scanning-job comparison, isn’t there: nothing will ever be as horrid as that. Working a 132-hour work week, spending as much as I profited on temp-assistance, then forgetting the data backups on the train back… Was glad I did that job, even happier it’s so many years ago now. I think we all need an Aalborg-moment in our lives.

Send off another job-application, for a more leadership-required role. Would like to see myself in a lower-managerial role, and there’s simply nothing like that in my current gig, where I’m more of a lone firefighter than anything else. So let’s see how that one goes. K talks about wanting to bus tables at McDonalds – why not, I guess.

May 2nd, 2017.

Trying to put together a visit to Disneyland. Lots of ends to get to meeting – the when, the where, the hows. We have a fine little automobile that will gladly do the trip, it’s just that it’s a very long trip – 13 hours behind the wheel. But it’s the way to go, as V doesn’t fly and train/bus is too expensive. I’m somewhat glad we’re doign it, particularly as the other summar holiday activities are – relatively speaking – paid for in advance, and that V got that financial support – 50K – from the government. That makes me feels as if we can afford it, and, heck, it’ll be good for us, as a family, to do it. Should be great fun, and what’s the point of life if there’s no fun to be had. I think generally people are having, or are trying to have, too much fun – but not me, no Sir, and in a time of financial surplus (at least the next few months) it’s an important decision to have made. So will book the trip today.

Turned in the slide-show for the course – now there’s some hefty course material in the form of source-code that I’ll need look into updating, and right soon. Want to have time to dedicate myself to it, so will set all other non-important things aside – such as long-read articles, casual browsing, so on. Also work on the udstue(o) must be left for later months. Having looked it over, I’m kinda keen on the prospects of adding a few square meters to our house, and relatively cheap. Won’t be heated, won’t be much of anything, but will be a nice addition. A feature. And I could sleep there instead of the dark dungeon that is our basement.

Things are heating up at work. I’m apparently now responsible for this huge conversion project that’s got a deadly deadline attached to it. And I’m not convinced it’s possible to do within that timeframe. And certainly not when the guy I’m supposed to collaborate with spends a third or more of his time browsing news websites. Can’t do much about it, will try, as always, to do the best with what I’ve got.

May 8th, 2017.

Weekend came and left. Got lots done. And not much sleep, but more on that later. Activities included painting the windows, fixing the kids bicycles, taking N for a lengthy trip whilst V took K to soccer-practice. Also went wild in the garden, fully utilizing a new Bosch trimmer I bought for that specific purpose. Took immensely long to even cut down half of it – but good to get a semblence of a lawn back, and this new thing is wireless and will definitely spur me on to get out there some more, not having to tangle all those cords. Also spray-painted K’s new bicycle (blue and silver, as per her request). Oh, and made a temporary cabinet for V, complaining of her lack of shelve-space. I can appreciate her concern, and now that she’s urged me to focus on the conservatory – instead of the kitchen remodelling – I should get her some more temporary storage. What else? Oh, right, installed the new sofa she bought, a whopper of a thing. With a chaiselong. Kids and dogs took to it right away, and, well, its comfy enough to sit in. So we did, enjoying a movie-night – ‘Zootropolis’, animated feature, very good.

Internet-router broke down Friday afternoon, of all bad timings. No support until Monday, of course. Ah well, we made do. K leeched off my phone megabytes-allocation, and we had plenty of DVD’s left. And aforementioned movie. And we had even just talked about doing a bi-weekly tech-retreat-day. So there.

New sofa good for sitting, but real crappy for sleeping. Guessing ‘coz it’s angled ever so slightly towrads the back-rest, so one ends up tossing and turning. Felt like a drunk sailor, getting up. Slept like shit yesternight, and only 2 sad hours this one, from 22 till midnight. Then just lay awake, juggling thoughts. Have gotten quite good at not panicking, just because I don’t get much in the way of rest. Likely from having kids, that wake you up alla time and you’re just happy with the few hours you get. Perhaps ’twas good that I found myself awake at this miserably hour of two o’clock: as the cat brought a mouse into the house, that I was thus able to catch (and release into the woods) and so V didn’t have to wake up to that particular scenario.

Got on the train a quarter to 4. Sad place, Sorø Station, this time of night. But getting to work seemed paramount, in order to at least get something out of the wasted night. Quiet morning, put on some equally quiet jazz (*). It’s times like these, when I’m not really thinking straight from lack of sleep, and the day has only just begun, that I’m able to better appreciate things. My brain can’t process my eye-sight fast enough, so, as I glare out into the woods from my office chair, I quickly become focused on specific details; the rustling of a particular branch, the orange color of the treetops first facing the rising sun. Those sort of things. Probably not the best place to be, i.e. so screwed out of sleep that one knows it won’t be a tremendously efficient working day. But the quiet hours work truly well at this pace. (*: “Two Sleepy People”, from ‘Stride’/Danny Grissett/Vicente Archer).

May 2nd, 2017.

Trying to put together a visit to Disneyland. Lots of ends to get to meeting – the when, the where, the hows. We have a fine little automobile that will gladly do the trip, it’s just that it’s a very long trip – 13 hours behind the wheel. But it’s the way to go, as V doesn’t fly and train/bus is too expensive. I’m somewhat glad we’re doign it, particularly as the other summar holiday activities are – relatively speaking – paid for in advance, and that V got that financial support – 50K – from the government. That makes me feels as if we can afford it, and, heck, it’ll be good for us, as a family, to do it. Should be great fun, and what’s the point of life if there’s no fun to be had. I think generally people are having, or are trying to have, too much fun – but not me, no Sir, and in a time of financial surplus (at least the next few months) it’s an important decision to have made. So will book the trip today.

Turned in the slide-show for the course – now there’s some hefty course material in the form of source-code that I’ll need look into updating, and right soon. Want to have time to dedicate myself to it, so will set all other non-important things aside – such as long-read articles, casual browsing, so on. Also work on the udstue(o) must be left for later months. Having looked it over, I’m kinda keen on the prospects of adding a few square meters to our house, and relatively cheap. Won’t be heated, won’t be much of anything, but will be a nice addition. A feature. And I could sleep there instead of the dark dungeon that is our basement.

Things are heating up at work. I’m apparently now responsible for this huge conversion project that’s got a deadly deadline attached to it. And I’m not convinced it’s possible to do within that timeframe. And certainly not when the guy I’m supposed to collaborate with spends a third or more of his time browsing news websites. Can’t do much about it, will try, as always, to do the best with what I’ve got.

April 29th, 2017.

Went for a walk with N: had V drive us half-way to Slagelse, then took a walkabout in the woods until some three kilometers later we called on her to get us back. Thought it would make a good catalyst – and so it did – to get away from the house and into different territory. Plus the weather played nice. Was glad I got that done. Came back and drove back and forth to the recycling station a few times, and popped past the Red Cross thrift-shop and picked up some books. It’s an ever-going fire-sale, purchased what seemed like brand-spanking new volumes for 20 crowns each and they were big ones, too. Won’t have time to read them until years later, but that’s not the point right now, is it. Loving that place.

April 28th, 2017.

I feel the need to reinvent myself. Not solely because that sounds like it would be really cool, but also because, well, I think I’m in a role here at my work that would be hard to break out of. I’m thinking my work-place hasn’t delivered on the promises I was given when I first got here – and for the foreseeable time that won’t be possible, as far as I can tell. Did I make a bad choice? I don’t think so. Perhaps they did, on the other hand, who knows. I do linger in a role that I’m not entirely comfortable with, that of the guy sitting in the corner doing his solitary project-thing (big conversion project), and furthermore I seem to be compared with this old geezer, colleague who spends half his time surfing the web. Not out of spite, it’s simple in the way the office is laid out. Small things like that can really set the tone, can’t they. I do seem secure in my position, it appears – yet why do I feel this wearyness. Maybe because I have a number of ideas I wish to move on, but don’t have sufficient time to. Maybe I desire to be the master of my own domain again; that felt good about having my own company.

So will give that notion some good thinking about. Branching myself out into teaching proves I’m already underway, and thank god for having set that in motion. Well, at least that’s what I tell myself now, but if I were to bomb it completely I’d of course regret it. Let’s see what I can do elsewhere, too.

Still sniffling like a sick puppy. Didn’t sleep last night, nose so clogged up with snot I couldn’t breathe but with my mouth open. Thankfully the kid seems to be over the better part of it.