But Mousie, thou are no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men,
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
So in the last post I hoped that by moving to a github-page + jekyll setup I would blog more. Apparently I was mistaken.
I’d started a blog post or three in the interim. My draft’s folder has one from December 2016 infact, about the way the various Perl communities are inter-related. I have at least one ticket open for a blog post idea about testing. But none of those promis’d joys became aught but grief an’ pain.
Grief an’ pain kinda sums up the last two years if I give a moment to melancholy. I’ve lost people close to me, I’ve set aside my own businesses, I’ve held my wife’s hand in some of the most difficult moments of both our lives. And that’s all without turning on CNN, and listening to the current Zeitgeist of the western world.
But that doesn’t really sum up the last two eiter. I’ve also had the pleasure to watch my son crossover from cubscouts to boyscouts and thrive there. He is infact the reason that I’ve managed to attend a full week at scout camp for the first time in my life. I’ve helped start one of the first Troops for Girls, I’ve joined a great team to specifically work with two amazing developers and friends. I’ve also given a couple of talks at YAPC. The recording of the second one didn’t make it out of the conference this year, so I picked an earlier one that did.
I expect I need to settle things down and focus on the plans that have been laid to keep them focused.
Written on August 10th, 2019 by Chris Prather
So, we’ll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.