Wrong moment to shop near stationery
Another school year begins. Proof that I’m, by times, a slow learner? I went into a stationery store at the same moment that frantic parents were filling their shopping carts with all matter of student related paperwares. Nothing like standing in line while the clerk processes a pile of pens, scribblers, etc. under the gaze of a child, the mother AND the father. Every time, I swear that I’ll know better; every time, I don’t. If ever there was a need for an express checkout, this is it.
We were on the edge of an incoming storm. Wind, sudden moments of rain, darkening skies. All the way home, I wondered if the ferry to the Magdalens would make its run (we had couch surfers in their tent, on the lawn, for two nights and they are scheduled to sail this afternoon). The ferry did go, and the girls from Belgium have not returned, so I’m making a logical leap here.
On an impulse, we stopped in Morell where I found four slabs of baby back ribs. All cooked now, some eaten, a worthwhile buy. I don’t do it often, what with only the dog and I apt to chow down on that much bone.
The mail brought me a capacitance meter; unfortunately I need a 9V battery, and robbing the smoke detectors is counterproductive. Maybe this weekend I’ll find one in the drawer of wonders. Potentially, I can start some serious planning for my mag loop antenna; I didn’t want to guesstimate my capacitors. In theory, I could wind a coil, make a tuned circuit, test it with the antenna analyser. Easier to drop a few dollars at the local store for my needed power source.
