So today marked the finale of a two year campaign to re-design, re-engineer and re-everything the flagship website where I work. And after the most excruciating day of bickering about DNS changes, being incredulous about block translation bugs, and general angst, this was waiting for me at home. My heart melted.
Out of hospital, back at home. With a couple more bottles of pills, two, possibly three appointments to line up and a whack of new gadgets – oxygen dispensing – to keep him busy. Failing health is a full time job.
So both Sheila and I are at the stage in our lives where we don’t get hugely thrilled about marking the passage of time. But nonetheless, I thought I would take this opportunity to say how fabulous she is. As a mom, as a businesswoman, as a creator, as a sibling, as a daughter. She is all these things and I admire her tremendously.
Mallory took part in her first ski race today. A gruelling 500m event at Nakkertok they call the Cookie Race, Girls, 2006 birth year division. I was a touch nervous. I was never the racing – certainly not the racing winning – kind, and always felt bad when I didn’t do well in races and things. I didn’t want Mallory to feel the same way. But of course, Mallory is not me. She told me later she was nervous, but at the start line she seemed focused and serious. That’s her in the pink hat, crossing the finish line.