Wait while I retorque things
After getting my daily ration of email (too many accounts to be practical, but…), I had to connect the dots. You see, my alumni association sends me periodic blasts of information that might be important, especially if I had to ponder the bequeathment I should leave. What it really has is a synopsis of the “comings and goings”. At my age, mainly the goings.
I read obituaries, like everyone else in the province. Prevents those awkward conversations in a pharmacy lineup. And since so many of my old school mates are just that, old, their names appear with a disconcerting frequency. None from my own cohort, this time around, but I still care.
Be fair, it beats roaming the cemeteries (too many bugs, no matter what time of the year). The lists are concise, and give reference years which make it easy to match people and periods.
On another subject, my antenna hasn’t been performing up to snuff. Could be that “the bands are dead”, but I’m more in tune with the idea that my hardware needs to be gone over with a wrench and a keen eye. There are a lot of nuts and bolts in a multi-band vertical, and the wind is very efficient at detorquing those. Right now, I’ve brought the whole 8 m/25 ft of traps and poles around onto the deck. Tomorrow, weather permitting, I will try to loosen/tighten everything. Then, if my plan works, I’ll be able to talk to the world. I won’t, but I will at least hear something more than the hiss of dead air. Wish me luck. And yes, I also retorqued the car wheels, after getting the summer tires laid on.
