I only saw one or two ants this morning in the kitchen. With any luck, this time I will have gotten the queen of the nest which is probably somewhere under the house. I hope so. I've done everything but rent an aardvark to send into the crawlspace after them. I'm considering it.
I sat down at the computer to do some McGuffin work last night, but it didn't happen. Shortly after I got home, I noticed my parents on YIM. I said hi, and got into a conversation. Usually, my father doesn't say a whole lot on the computer, but my mom was at the house too (usually, they're at my grandmother's house, taking care of her) so they decided to chat, with the web cam and voice, because my father does not like to type. We spent a long time messing around trying to get his web cam working right, because he didn't have enough lights on in the room. My mother thinks my hair is getting too long again, and I think she's right. I'm going to have to find someone to cut it here in Livermore, as I haven't been to a barber since I moved from Lodi.
I snapped some pictures of myself at work with my camera phone. I know that my friend Rob T. would scoff, but for such a cheap digital camera, the one in my phone doesn't take bad shots. The first one is a little bit underexposed because I was shooting in the direction of the big window across from my cube. How's that for a boring look? I must have stayed up too late last night. The second picture is a little better. The background is my cubicle of depravity at work. The gizmo behind my left shoulder is a capacitor bank control.
After a rather lengthy chat with my parents, I decided to give my daughter Jackie a buzz, when I saw she was online. I asked if she and her sister wanted to come down for a visit this weekend and she said, "Shannon does." I don't know what the deal with that is. She was complaining that she doesn't get enough time with me, just by herself, and that she would be okay coming down for a visit without her sister. Uhg. Sibling rivalry I can understand. I have a younger brother myself. The problem would seem to be a bit deeper than that. They're always squabbling when I pick them up. It takes a couple hours, usually not much more time than the drive to Livermore, to "decompress" and stop sniping at one another. What's worse, Jackie gets into these moods where she resents her sister. I tried to get out of her what the problem was and she complained of her sister being "happy and bouncy" all the time and that she found it "sickening."
Ah, feh, it's the teenage angst monster. She's got so many things in the crapper right now. She's trying to adjust to a new school and friends. She's had her home pulled out from under her and she's stuffed into an apartment bedroom with her sister. Too many mice in the cage and they chew each other's tails. Of course, their mother is no small part of the problem. She subconsciously is driven to pit them against one another and set them up for conflict. It's what she experienced, growing up. She doesn't even realize when she's doing it. Of course, the fact that she's a judger where both of the girls are perceivers doesn't help. What a mess. I certainly hope that I can get them both to come for a visit this weekend. I miss them both. I wish they could come and live with me. Hell, they each could have their own rooms here, but I am at work thirty three miles away all day. I'm hoping to take them up the coast, possibly with a picnic lunch or something on the beach. That's so damned much fun. I didn't get to go last year and I figure I've got to get over there more often! I have some paper-journal entries from the trip to Salt Point I am hoping to post, back-dated to 2002, the original date of the trip. There are pictures too. I'm going to post them as soon as I get the damned thing transcribed.