The last two weeks, from Live Journal:
Stranded!
It’s the “stranded on a desert island” question! You can only take one thing from each category. What is it and why are you taking it?
A food that can be planted and regrown.
Potato
A person you haven’t seen in a long time.
My old friend Priscilla Vaughn Walsh. She would not only be great company, she’s one of the most resourceful people I know.
A book you (were) read as a child.
Don’t remember.
A celebrity.
Harlan Ellison.
The entire episode run of a television show (it’s a very nice desert island).
Sex and the City
Luck
1. Do you believe in good and/or bad luck?
Yes!
2. Do you believe there is one man/woman luckier than all the rest?
My friend Candace Mary had bad luck as a kid and a young adult, but she’s very lucky now.
3. When was the last time you considered yourself lucky?
This past weekend, met a lot of great people.
4. What is the most unlucky thing to ever happen to you?
Being born to parents who didn’t want me and then adopted by people for whom I was “second best”.
5. Where do you think luck (good or bad) comes from?
Honestly? I think it’s karma for good/bad deeds in a former life.

A few months ago I took a pledge:

“I will publish a blog post on Tuesday 24th March about a woman in technology whom I admire but only if 1,000 other people will do the same.”

to celebrate Ada Lovelace and Ada Lovelace Day.
Thus, I would like to call out my colleague Julie(Julia) Lerman. Julie is an independent consultant and .NET Mentor who has been designing and writing software applications for more than 20 years and is the author of O’Reilly’s Programming Entity Framework.

Julie is well known in the .NET community as a Microsoft MVP, ASPInsider and INETA Speaker. She is a prolific blogger, a frequent presenter at technical conferences around the world and writes articles for many well-known technical publications.

Julie lives in Vermont where she runs the Vermont.NET User Group, is a board member of the Vermont Software Developers Alliance and a member of the Champlain College Software Engineering Advisory Board. You can read Julie’s blog at thedatafarm.

We are made poorer by the death of Natasha Richardson, an actress whose work I’ve enjoyed since “The Handmaid’s Tale”.
Ms. Richardson succumbed to a seemingly trivial skiing injury. She had such a remarkable life – daughter of Vanessa Redgrave, wife of Liam Neeson, sister of Joely Richardson – that her passing at such a young age – 45 – is particular poignant: she literally had everything to live for.
Sincere condolences to her family and friends.

My ancient (age 14) cat has his own bed, which he shares when one of the grandkids sleeps over.
Next to the bed is a step so he can easily jump on it.
Across from the bed is a window seat mounted on a nightstand, accessible from the bed via a ramp, a giant breadboard.
Right now, Mr. F is sleeping in the sun on his breadboard ramp. He is worn out from the rigors of attacking and hissing at the brushes I used to groom him today.
Meanwhile, my truck is expected to be in the shop for about two weeks, due to a recall of 2002 Toyota Tacomas. The frame is rotting away, and the entire thing needs to be replaced.
I get the work done for nothing, of course, plus a loaner car, a Kia Spectra, plus $500 worth of parts and labor for my trouble.
Could be a lot worse, considering that I used the truck this past Monday to transport stuff from Milton to the Mashpee Transfer Station.
The tech at the dealership said it was okay to drive, so I guess we weren’t in any danger, but it’s unsettling nonetheless, especially since it got a good report from another dealership less than a month ago.

Dow futures are down 33 this morning, so everyone who doubted that last week’s rally was a sign of recovery will be vindicated.
Personally, I’m finding the current economy a refreshing change. The teetering on the brink of economic disaster that has been my lifestyle for so long has now become the norm. It is not only acceptable to be a non-conspicuous consumer, it’s commendable.

I was chided recently when I said that no one reads my blog, so yesterday, I added Google Analytics.
There were only 3 uniques yesterday, which for all I know were me, looking things up and/or checking the posts.
So, I’m still not convinced that anyone reads this, but we’ll see how it goes.

The day my #1 grandchild, Robert, was born was one of the happiest days of my life.
A week from tomorrow, said grandson will be going on his eighth grade class trip to Washington, D.C.
Robert will be a high school freshman next year. He’ll be old enough to drive a car in about two years.
It seems like just a short time ago that Peter was tooling around in his first car, a black Mustang.
The years crept up on me and I’m a little stunned, especially since my sister, only 2 1/2 years younger, become a grandmother just a month ago today.
Truth be told, I love my grandkids at their present ages and wouldn’t trade them for all the babies in the world.

Guess Deval Patrick cut the class on ethics at Harvard Law School, but of course, he wouldn’t have been the only one.
This week, he appointed a political pal to a $175,000 a year job – which has been vacant for 12 years. Her husband, by the way, has a state job that pays $133,000 a year, and is in line to receive a pension of $90,000.
This is after “Spend It All” Deval proposed a massive increase in the gas tax in order to buy down the Commonwealth’s 1 billion dollar deficit.
We’ll all be cringing a lot more than usual when we pay our state taxes this year.

Today is my birthday. I got greetings from the Toyota dealership that services my truck, a Twitter friend, Peter, my sister and my three “birthday bunch” friends.
Today, I took care of Mr. Fluffles and the plants, changed the litter box, brought in the truck for an oil change and bought a book for Emme.
My friends took me to dinner; we had a great time and they spent way too much money, for which I feel bad.
Out of all the ways I could have spent my birthday, I decided the most fun would be to poke a few hypocrites and skewer the wicked. I did that and thoroughly enjoyed it.

My cat, Mr. Fluffles, has lived here for about a month and a half, apparently enough time to have become spoiled where food is concerned.
This morning, he sat in the kitchen looking plaintive while I, having fed him an hour before, prepared my breakfast: turkey sausage, home made apple sauce, half a bagel, any one of which would probably have caused him intestinal distress.
I’ve been careful about his diet mostly because of his age, 14, and also because he had slightly alarming blood test results a while back.
The furry guilt trips started when I made the mistake of giving him bacon a couple of weeks ago. He loves it and his former owner told me it was okay to feed it to him.
Since that time, though, he’s been restless around meal time, acting more like a dog than a cat.
If it weren’t for the noises he makes, I’d really wonder.