The Middle-aged Hacker!

Tales of a Middle-aged Hacker: Small Steps

And it all fits in the backpack!

3rd December 2016

I don’t know about you, but often when I have to go out of town it’s at the crack of dawn. It’s been that way as long as I can remember. So much so that it doesn’t feel like a legitimate trip unless it’s dark! The other thing that makes a trip official is my husband. He will wait until we are about two miles from the house and then begin his ‘didja’ list. “Didja remember the toothpaste?” “Didja you remember to leave the extra key outside?” Didja, didja, didja until we are too far away for it to matter. It’s all part of the eternal flow of our lives.

It was that way today. We left at 3:30am to catch a flight to SoCal. We loaded up our gear, jumped in the car and headed out onto the empty freeway. About two miles later, on cue, he started his didja list. I wasn’t listening as he was going through his list. I was going over my packing list. Laptop, charger. Beats, charger. Practical Javascript (only half way through). Notebook, pencils. My computer glasses. IPhone for a hotspot if needed. Earbuds for listening to downloaded programming podcasts on the plane. Check, check and check. When I finished my list I had an epiphany. One that made me so happy…this was a developers list! Not one worry about clothes, makeup, jewelry, I had to be sure I had my gear and it was safely stowed.

A french teacher told me once that you were comfortable with a new language when you had a dream in that language. Today I didn’t dream like a developer, but I packed like one!

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