Distracting a distracted dog
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
The perfect way to describe the last evening of October, when the dog has a nervous breakdown due to the invasion of her territory. In a neighbourhood where we can go days without the sound of the doorbell, this is the evening where all and sundry come to fill their bags full of nutritious goods cheap chocolatey bars. The dog doesn’t have much fun.
I took mercy on her spirit and we sequestered ourselves in the basement; she trying to discern what had gone so terribly wrong in her world, me busily assembling the additional pieces to this weekend’s project. i’ve bought a weather station, which will be bolted into place tomorrow. Given the autonomous nature of the equipment, this evening is probably the closest contact I’ll have with the new purchase until something happens to plug up the works (think birds, or snow, or falling leaves, or…).
The wireless portion functions well, and I can confirm that the temperature and humidity levels in the basement near the freezer are different from the conditions in our kitchen near the refrigerator. Scientifically confirm. You can’t claim that about many other things in the average house.
Actually using the data in a constructive manner is several weeks ago, because I’ve decided to order the serial version of the data logger and software. I’ll also recycle the Asterisk box into a data collection server, and try to place a live weather reporting page elsewhere on this website. Another project to eat up the evenings, finetuning things.
