The Cahill's

ALERT Server Move – ACT II

SCENE I
Setting: 3:00am Saturday morning, Cahill residence.

CAHILL: Get up, get up! The time is at hand – let us venture out while the world is sleeping and work our magic.
PA (Pretty Associate): Mmmmm…….
To be awake, or not to be awake: that is the question.
CAHILL: Let me tell you what we have ahead of us!
PA: 
Mmmmmm……Men of few words are the best men…..

ACT II     SCENE II
Setting: Basement of the Administration building – 3:30 am

CAHILL: Here is our present situation
PA: Hmmmmm……..
   
CAHILL: See what you can do with it.
PA: Hmmmm?!!
CAHILL: Worry not! Each computer hath a name and each cable is labeled as such – I am sure thou shalt do well.
PA: ….what’s in a name……

PA: O Jonathan, O Jonathan, for that is thy name, wherefore art thou O Jonathan?
Deny thy server and refuse thy name! What’s in a name? Only my partner doth know.
A wire by any other name, in your place would not work as sweet!
Ah, see how the end doth fit so well into the port – Oh that I were that end that I might not confuse that port.
CAHILL: (mutters) soliliquizing again.

ACT II     SCENE III
Setting: Basement of the Admin. building; 7:30am

CAHILL: Well, my young apprentice, thou doeth well! All seems to be in order. Let me check…..
    
CAHILL: …but hark! What light through yonder panel breaks?
PA: It is the cable, and Jonathan is the source.
CAHILL: Boot up fair Jonathan and show your stuff!

PA: Methinks he is jealous that he recieves not a new name.
CAHILL: Ah yes, Peter must be renamed, what shall we call our new friend, Ceasar?
PA: Brutus.
CAHILL: Then fall Ceasar?
PA: It’s not that I loved Ceasar less, but that I loved Brutus more.
CAHILL: This was the unkindest cut of all!
PA: Alas,
Love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that they themselves commit.
CAHILL: Alas, poor Peter, I knew him.

ACT II     SCENE IV
Setting: Basement of Admin., 10:30am

CAHILL: Ahhh, success at last! We have moved the whole computer department in one fell swoop!
PA: The sweet taste of success!
CAHILL: Sweets to the sweet!
 
CAHILL: Look at all the beautiful lights, winking and blinking as their motherboards hum away.
PA: Not all that glitters is gold.
CAHILL: No, and treasure isn’t always owned by pirates….I love you, my pretty associate!

And thus ends this short comedy (called such by default though the hero and heroine were already married). All is now well in the state of Big Sandy. Cahill and Cahill wish to dedicate this to…well, each other. And so, all good things must come to an end for “brevity is the soul of wit.”

Our alarm clock is set to softly play music for about 15 min. before the alarm goes off each morning.
Brian has been getting up at four or so every morning to do some work. (He does this so we can spend time together in the evenings).
At first I used to wake up to the alarm even before he did and then had to fall back asleep after he left.
Gradually I got to the point where I never heard the music – only the alarm.
Then I barely rose to consciousness  as he left the bed.
Now I hear and know nothing.
Yet….even after several months of disuse, if my watch alarm went off – a quiet little beeping for 30 sec. I would snap awake.
Our response is all in what we are conditioned to hear.
I slowly conditioned myself to not respond to Brian’s alarm with a response of rolling over and going back to sleep – I ignored it’s call. I could not use that alarm to get me up if I needed to. To wake up by that alarm I would have to change things a bit and make the alarm more drastic and then discipline myself to get up as soon as I heard it. Gradually I would come to the point of being alert when the first few bars of music sounded forth.
Attentiveness is trained through action.
Listening for God’s voice is the same. If we are in a habit of ignoring it, soon we will cease to hear it even when we want to. God has to speak in a more drastic way and we have to respond consistently in order to come once again to the place where we can hear the still small voice.

The Cahill Report: Various and sundry news items.

  This weekend we went to my parents house for a surprise visit! We coordinated it all through dad and had he and mom go out for dinner Friday night and we were waiting at the restaurant. Michael and Lindsey joined us and we had a good meal of chicken fried steak.
  We surprised the kids on arriving at the house after dinner – Tim just kind of stood there and said “oh wow”!
Saturday we jogged with Katie, visited some old neighborhood friends and participated in a bumper pool tournament – Lori won. We also played frisbee golf, the wind was blowing so hard it added a whole new element to the course. Brian and I won that being just 2 over par (the wind really messed things up!)
  Sunday we went to church, visited with friends for a little while and then with my parents for a longer while then played games with the boys until they had to leave for the evening activities. We had a wonderful talk most of the way home and Brian took me by the little place where he met my dad for the first time.

We wished we had our Aggie shirts on.

In other news…
  I took out my contacts potentially for the last time last night. I’m going to try and have lasic eye surgery done to restore my vision and eliminate the need for glasses and contacts. However, in order to get an acurate measurement of my vision, I have to go without contacts for three weeks – meaning in back in glasses. It’s not too bad though because I know I only have to endure for a time in order to gain something better. Kind of like living life on this earth in hope of heaven.
“For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.” Rom. 8:18
  Not that I’m really “suffering”, it’s just the fact of enduring something unpleasant, or something I’d rather not have to do, in order to gain something that far outweighs the initial inconvienence. Think of what I would miss if I were unwilling to go through a little trouble on my part – twenty years or so of freedom! (those who have never experienced the affliction of poor eyesight may not be able to fully appreciate this analogy.)

Anyhow, that’s just life for now – I’m living it and loving it! Life is good!