Probing the depths (of the ditch)
Funny, the things that catch my attention. Last evening, in the midst of minor wifi issues (pretty much every day around here), I spotted an “alien”. That is, another SSID in my list of available networks. Now, I live far enough away from others that the term alien is justified. And so, I did some simple detective work.
The SSID matched a device name, on a gadget that I don’t own. Took a quick look around, downstairs; spotted nothing. Continued to fret, and found a photo of the equipment. Searched again. This time around, among other gear belonging to the contractor, I picked out a speaker that seems to depend on wifi, rather than Bluetooth. Unusual, but not outrageous. I’ll say nothing, but I will give myself a little back-pat. My work skills haven’t disappeared, despite five years away from my cubicle.
This morning, following a night of gusty breezes, I was notified that my black bin had lost its equilibrium. Ended up in the ditch. I dressed, inappropriately, and headed off to the rescue. Let it be known that the layer of crusty, icy snow around here is a lure.
I did manage to touch bottom, in my ditch. Waist deep. Only through sheer willpower did I keep my boots from going off to explore by themselves. It’s times like this that winter feels just a bit longer. And did I mention that the various met models show a storm inbound this weekend? Too early to get an accurate forecast, but things will firm up over the next day. Whatever the eventual path of the precipitation, some of it will be left behind, right here.
