Goodbye, big boxen
The shipping container for our TV had started to seem like a fixture around here. I mean, if ever I decided to ship the screen back to the Orient, as part of an attempt to achieve trade balance, it was there. But finally, egged on by the flow of other refuse out to the curb, I decided to be proactive.
An error in judgement. The collapse of that oversize box took the better part of an hour. Measured against my other efforts to free up living space, this took more time than all the rest, combined. A sad reminder that we take the packaging industry too far. Yes, the box is now gone (although who knows what part will be refused by the recycling authorities).
Our plan to renovate is moving quickly. Today, some major purchases at the local building supply store, with delivery scheduled for tomorrow or Friday. I had to clear space just to store whatever they bring, so my monitoring station (air/sea/weather) had to be unplugged, moved to the other side of a wall and put back into service. I’ve checked, and my years of professional experience in such things proved to be still good. No, I won’t go back to the workplace – but I could.
As well, my family tree data set advanced past the 86K point, this afternoon. No, I’m not done. Might never be. But at least I haven’t thrown in the towel.
My bank (the one with the “massive data breach”) sent me a letter today, promising to monitor my account against fraud for the rest of my life. Think about that. Given that my data disappeared from under their watchful eyes, what chance does the new promise have of keeping my meagre funds safe from the world. And I don’t mean just the tax department.
