I spent today with family and did a bbq tritip, turkey breast, some special potatoes that I like cooking, and cauliflower. If you have never bbq’ed with Newman’s Italian Dressing as a marinade; you are missing out. Its simply great on veggies, fowl, and other stuff like spuds. But I also thought and sat and hoped. I’m now waiting for a evening work call at 10pm tonite because its some other time in India and its what we do :)

I’ve given a great deal of thought lately to my current state of affairs; what I enjoy doing; what I miss; what I have. Its like blowing a balloon up and then knowingly letitng it whisper out a bit. Its not full; but if you did not know that I left air out; it would not be obvious. That’s the way “it is”. I’m very content; very happy; but I feel that somewhere some air was left out.

I go to work, come home, perhaps write a bloggable. Or not. More often, I don’t write a bloggable these days during the weekdays. Too many other things to sit and hope and think on. Why is it we reachable venerable ages and we seem to live vicariously I wonder? Why cannot we go out and challenge some life direct? March into our life actively and not always just watch and wait.

But the BBQ made up for it all the way. The tritip was excellent, the turket fair. The potatoes ruled. My daughter, the lovely little irritant in my evenings always tells me how much she loves these cookeries. Thanks daughter of mine. You may irritate me at times; but I do love you.

I miss the other things though. The mornings staring at a breathless desert sky. The days with sweat streaming down and feeling damned alive. The days with a trowel and a tape measure. Now its VMWare and Hyper-V.

At least its all fun and my company insists on participating and is giving me brand new work on the Linux appliance frontier. I’m about to morph into something else. Perhaps a platform product manager of sorts. I like it. I like what we do with Linux. I feel kinda lost with its desktop aspirations; but on servers I love it.

So, I’ll post a bloggable tomorrow maybe when the news come down officially. Or perhaps not… There is no trowel in my hands. Its in my mind now and it carves effortlessly through paths of air and history. Fitting, wondrous, and simple.