I finished up early at Böing (original spelling) today. I could have stayed later, but first all of my Lou colleagues had skyed, leaving me in Lone Ranger mode. Then the siren song of Friday afternoon before vacation began to sing to me. My test was all but finished. We had gathered a lot of data, a box set of DVDs worth. It was a successful test. Things worked out better than expected. Test complete. I returned the rent-a-car and then took Link, the light rail, north to downtown. From there I walked up to Jay and Carl’s. It was a long walk, longer than I had planned on, but it was also a beautiful sunny Seattle Friday afternoon. From downtown, I walked around Lake Union and then by UW. Jay came home, while we were christening their new porch, then we went to dinner. The Virginia V is the last Puget Sound steamer left from its famous Mosquito Fleet.
Anne arrived in Seattle today. Yeah! The rest of my work gang flies out in the morning. After that I have one more day of work to go tomorrow and then I’ll join Anne on vacation too. I picked Anne up at the airport over lunch, fed her and then returned to work. Meanwhile, Anne went to the Museum of Flight. It turned out that we wrapped up earlier than I expected, one of the advantages of starting at six. So, I soon joined Anne at the museum.
There was bad news at work today. The company has announced that they will be freezing all pensions. This wasn’t that big a surprise, they have been dropping hints for a while and we’ll still be the last to fall. When I got this news, the manager giving it and the other two guys in the conversation don’t even get one. I didn’t expect any sympathy from them. It actually isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. My pension won’t be frozen for a couple of years and afterwards, I’ll get extra 401K contributions to lessen the pain. The trick will be to see how I can fold this wrinkle into my retirement plans. I’m cautiously optimistic that I can turn this sow’s ear into a silk purse.
Work, work, work, that’s what I’ve been doing. In-between spin cycles and Mister Hanky’s escapades, there are many hurry up and wait periods. During these down periods odd conversations can blossom. Jack Bauer once asked, “Which space ship would you want to be on?” This is indicative of the spacy and geeky conversation that range rats have. As near as I could tell, Mister Bauer wanted to be on them all, Enterprise, Serenity, you name it. While this conversation had the air of make-believe, it also revealed true dreams and aspirations. He asked me, “Would you join Star Fleet?” and was surprised when I said no. Bauer is young and I am old. Star Fleet’s mission to explore brave new worlds must be for the young.