On a daily basis, my wife and I take our two-year-old for a walk through the neighborhood. Since this summer, a goose and duck have taken to living near a bridge on our regular route. What matter this duck and this goose, you ask? Let me explain.
This is what the title says: stuff I don’t know where to place.
In my day job I’m a software developer. That means I create software that automates or aids some process that humans used to do by hand, or could not perform altogether. Before my team actually gets down to writing the software, and sometimes even during, we have to have a lot of long discussions. This is in shrill contrast to writing a story, where I can sit down and go. I’m going to look at both extremes a bit closer today.
The two-year old daughter of a colleague of mine died of leukemia this week. She was diagnosed with it a year ago, when she was as old as my own daughter is now. My thoughts went down the rabbit hole from there.
There are a lot of different feasts that are all celebrated around the middle of…