Both bins are curbside. Full, to the point where lid closure is impossible. Consider that to be a positive thing; proof that our plan to discard the unimportant from our lives is underway.
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There are two types of people in the world: neat freaks, and the rest of us. There, I’ve laid it clear. Putting things away is so much harder than taking them out. And my whole packing situation is a result of a visceral discomfort with “out of sight, out of mind”.
posted in environment | Comments Off on Fit the object to the box. | 304 words
The whole family was “on deck” this morning. Early. Waiting for a scheduled, important visitor. When the truck (but not THE truck; an necessary distinction) parked out in front by the hydrant, I was ready.
posted in environment | Comments Off on Solid estimated numbers | 250 words
Today’s ponder point: Does it count as a holiday if you no longer have to go to work? That sums up the retired state. Mind you, paying attention to perceived “long weekends” doesn’t suddenly stop. Just like summer school closure. We’re trained to pay attention to such things.
posted in environment | Comments Off on Another packing step | 256 words
Going through some of the accumulated paper piles, this morning, I came upon the original notes for a server project I was working on. A simple firewall/DNS/mail server; the kind you can buy “off the shelf” nowadays.
posted in environment | Comments Off on The taper | 255 words
Not sure why I awoke. That moment of silence, when the refrigerator stopped. The sensation of flashing clocks, even through an almost closed door. Just before 03h00 (which is a shorthand for “too early”), I came downstairs. The burner readouts on the kitchen range framed one of the pulsing 12:00 displays with large, red “PF” codes. The cable clock (my trusted real time indicator) was off. And son #3 was waiting for the ‘net to come back.
posted in technology | Comments Off on Reboot the current century | 258 words
How often do we get close to greatness? Once, I almost touched the tour bus of a “name”, although I didn’t get to meet the owner. Still…
posted in food, pets | Comments Off on An oversized cookie | 277 words
I was distracted. When I went down to fetch the loaner dog this morning, she was unable to open the door; that’s one of the things that you should teach a pup, long before you get into fetching ragged tennis balls or dancing like a ballerina. We weren’t speaking the same language, either. I’d suggest “Jump and twist the turnbuckle”. She’d respond with “Woof”; still not sure if she had an interrogative or affirmative tone. I finally drove home to get the extra key.
posted in humour | Comments Off on Just open the door, already | 277 words
Remember that line about “It’s like a train wreck; you can’t look away”? In real life, a certain TV channel can’t…
posted in media | Comments Off on They can’t look away | 266 words
My bouts of sporadic insomnia are not related to stress. There, I’ve made that clear. Now let’s move along, or move, or something.
posted in environment, food | Comments Off on Attacking the infrastructure | 272 words
