jumpingfish

1. Really? “Are the rain barrels really full?” she asked from across the dining room table, gently questioning what I wrote. I was momentarily silent. Only the fair and industrious Trudy would know that it would take more than yesterday’s rain to fill up the two barrels on the south side of the house. “Well […]

1. Hummingbirds The Turks Cap has only barely begun to bloom in the backyard, the red flowers peeking out from the one plant by the Pine tree. I didn’t figure that we’d see Hummingbirds much until we had more of those red blossoms, but yesterday there was one flitting between the wild Sunflowers. I didn’t […]

1. Coder. “He writes code,” he told me. A badge of honor in times like these. I was quiet for a moment, remembering old times. I remember when I wrote code. Those were good years. Golden years sitting at a desk with few distractions, few meetings, few teleconferences—with something concrete and meaningful to focus on. […]

A long time ago, I am in the lobby of the building I worked in and my landlord comes up to me. He is a colleague of sorts and works down the hall, but I rent his house. He walks up to me and starts talking about a letter he got from the homeowners’ association, about […]

I’m having trouble getting Dan’s code to run—well, not quite.  It’s running, but it’s not doing what I expect it to. So I’m on the phone with him, and I can tell from the way that he answers my questions that he’s really chomping at the bit to figure out what’s going wrong. I can […]