So. Sorry about inflicting my rather plebeian current polly-tickal views upon y’all. As you well know, it’s my blahg and I can rant if I want to and you have a choice to read or not to read and I love you whether you read or not. I actually wish I could write more eloquently about polly-ticks but the truth is that I cannot always wrap my brain around all of the issues. I try to read and understand what’s going on but more often than not, reading articles about polly-ticks is like watching paint dry for me. Unless it happens to hit one of my buttons or there’s a Blue Dress or whatever involved.

You have to know that I work in a place where polly-tickal stuff is almost *never* discussed. This is not a corporate rule, not even an unwritten one. We are geeks. We don’t talk about that kind of stuff. We don’t even do the typical Office Polly-ticks that I have always HATED with a passion. Not that we don’t ever make the kind of snarky little remarks that call out a co-worker’s personality traits. But we *never* do that kind of thing with anything even approaching malice. We do not need to because EVERYONE on our “team” is dedicated to making our product the best it can possibly be and when someone is being a wee bit annoying, it is because they have identified an issue they think should be addressed and are making sure that it *does* get addressed. That is a good thing and every person on the Planet Earth should have this aspect of my work environment.

And so Stormy Kromer is back there putting together a display structure for our North Country Trail booth at the Quiet Waters Symposium @MSU in a few weeks. This event is one of the things that have come to define my life during this particular period of it at least and I cannot wait for it albeit there are other events that I am not necessarily happy to have on my horizon. Nothing horrible. Just that life is like a river. I think the first time I was able to verbalize that concept, at least on my blahg, was when when my dad was dying. I was sleeping on the floor in The Commander’s sewing/computer room at the Dillon house. My kids were sleeping in “my” old room, the one that I used when they moved to that house after I went to college, not my childhood bedroom.

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