Your Pumpkin

This weekend I buried my dad. I will never get to take another trip with him to South Dakota, enjoy his amazing popcorn, or play another game of cards with him. The permanence of his passing leaves me with an extraordinary amount of sadness and regret.

When I was young, he taught me how to fish, bowl, make homemade pizza and care for a garden. We played mini putt, cards (Hand and Foot mostly, which is a card game unknown by anyone under 60 years old I have come to realize), Rummikub, and so many other games. It was rarely a boring day when I spent time with my dad.

On our trip to South Dakota this weekend for his funeral, I also realized how much he went out of the way to make sure I was happy. He stopped at the “Welcome to ____ State” signs so I could take pictures, always stopped at my favorite truck stops for french fries and a chocolate shake, and took me to the Corn Palace every year so I could buy a postcard and see the new design. When my friends were taking trips to Disney World, it didn’t phase me because I thought the Corn Palace was so much more original.

Dad came to visit me every weekend in college when I worked at a restaurant down the street. He often brought in popcorn and sometimes chocolate chip cookies so he was definitely a crowd favorite. I remember one time he brought in a huge tupperware container, the kind that are is made to store clothes to slide under your bed. It was full of popcorn and it was like Christmas for my college roommates.

After college I moved an hour and 15 minutes away so I didn’t make it back to visit as often. I got married and had kids which made it even harder to visit, because, you know, life happens. This is where regret sinks in. I am aware I cannot change anything now, and it may not be healthy to think about the “what ifs” or “could haves”. I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting this week and looking at the relationships I do have with people. I hope this will encourage me to make stronger connections and spend time with the people I care about and less time worrying about if the kids will behave or some other excuse.

Dad always called me “Pumpkin”. I miss him so much.

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My dad, me, my husband, Mike, and my brother, Tim at my wedding

Alfred Workflow 1.0

I just started using Alfred after many many months of the smart people at WebDevStudios all singing its praise. I didn’t switch right away because I thought my trusted Quicksilver (and Spotlight in Yosemite) could do everything Alfred was doing for them. About a month ago I saw a promo for Alfred Powerpack and decided to give it a try.

For the first few weeks I honestly didn’t use it. Well, I did on accident when I hit the keyboard shortcut but really any of those three bottom left keys next to the sidebar now trigger Quicksilver, Alfred and Spotlight so I knew I could find things easily by hitting any of those keys.

But this week I decided to dive into setting up a few workflows. I may be totally doing it wrong, but it works for me. I’m open to tips to make this better, but here is what I am working with:

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Twas the night before launch

Twas the night before launch, when all through the site,
not a feature was broken, not even a byte.
The branches were merged by the devs with care,
in hopes that their push would soon be there.

The content was ready, everything was proofread;
While visions of subscribers danced in their heads;
The message was short and in all CAPS,
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