Disconnected, reconnected

So since I went through all the time and effort to reestablish an AdSense account for my mom and a new channel on YouTube I was hoping my ad dollar side business would be ramping up quickly.  I finished up the migration of my YouTube channel last week and had all my videos turned on for monetization.  All that was left to do was wait for the ad views to start adding up.  There was one problem, it wasn’t happening.  Despite almost 4000 views of my new channel, when I looked in the Ad Sense account I saw very sporadic activity which was odd.  Some days there would be no ad money at all generated which didn’t make any sense.  Before I always had at least some money generated each day.

So yesterday I was digging around in my YouTube settings and got to a page regarding the AdSense connection.  It looked like although my account was turned on for monetization it did not automatically connect it to my AdSense account.  This seemed odd to me that this connection was not established when I turned on video monetization.  So I explicitly told YT to use the AdSense account under the same Google account name.

Later in the day I started to see the pennies start flowing into the account as they should be.  I am glad I figured out the missing link sooner rather than later. I’m sure my mom is as well.

Last night my dad called me.  He actually called me Friday night while I was eating dinner.  I told him I would call him back later in the weekend and it totally slipped my mind.

It had been a little while since I talked to dad.  We talked about various topics, we were on the phone for close to 45 minutes, an eternity for me when it comes to phone conversations.

Few people that read the blog know me well enough to know the rocky history I had with my dad growing up, especially once my parents split up when I was 12.  The 6 or 7 years after that were filled with many  tough times for both myself and him.  We butted heads many, many times.  There was a stretch of roughly 6 months where we totally excommunicated each other after I dropped out of college after one trimester.

For a good portion of that time I thought he was basically a jerk and I am sure he thought I was being a stupid kid, which in retrospect, I was in many ways.

Anyway at some point when I was a young adult we reconciled and to be honest I never looked back.  Although those years were painful for all involved they were also water under the bridge.  I made a conscious decision at that moment to deal with the present instead of dwelling on the past.

From that point on my relationship with dad has been much better.  As I aged myself, my perspective on what happened during that time period changed based on what I found myself dealing with as an adult.  I guess that is what is supposed to happen right?  When you become an adult you are supposed stop looking at things in a childish manner.

Make no doubt about it, dad is a flawed individual, just as we all are.  The incidents over the years where you wonder what the hell he was thinking approach legendary status at times. Yet, I think we both have a better understanding and appreciation of each other at this point.

The path dad and I have traveled to get to this point has been long, winding and littered with obstacles.  Despite our differences I know my dad is proud of how I turned out, with at least some degree of sanity, stability, and common sense.  I managed to find my way despite my many quirks and lack of college education, I am the only one of his five kids that is missing a degree.

I hope to get up to his place with the dogs sometime over the winter.