Now on the pad, ready to launch
Another sign that I’m getting older: while in restaurants, I notice the ambient noise level. More precisely, I notice the volume level of younger children. I ask myself sub voce questions, like “Is that a one-fork or two-fork response”? You see, my own children never did that scream in public while dancing on a chair at the table performance. If they had, we would have had a one-fork or two-fork response, depending on the escalation of parental involvement. And yes, the question would have been, “Are you done yet?”
But other than that, how was the meal? Generally, quite good. Our local firms do serve food that invites a return visit. Things are worse, elsewhere. An infinite supply of seafood and potatoes is the trademark, little matter the address. We were too bored with our own cooking skills to stay home, especially when the restaurants are a mere twenty minutes down the road. And tomorrow we can go for groceries.
Actually, I was out this morning, and I now have a selection of fuses to test the tank infrastructure. This evening, the big rig moved uphill to the expanded parking area (we had forwarded the cheque to the contractor, earlier today; the earthworks now belong to us). With the right weather conditions, tomorrow, I’ll start testing the subassemblies. Troubleshooting in time of trouble.
I received my cheap lavalier microphone from Amazon. Sooner or later, I’ll dust off the field recorder and see how things sound. You know, run the radio and then play back whatever I capture. I don’t expect high fidelity, but it can be hidden in a shirt collar so that my recording or musicians in the wild will be more discreet.
