Delivery on time, sort of…
And on the third try, after untold difficulties, ****-later completed the contracted delivery. No explanation offered; the near monopoly provided shelter from the stormy gaze of a disappointed client, as the delivery envelope was jammed into the railing on my front step. At least it wasn’t raining, and the dog was asleep. Seriously, I live one hour from their warehouse, and the “we do not care” attitude should be stencilled on the side of their nondescript delivery vehicle.
I now have a replacement drive for my laptop, and the initial data transfer is done. Sometime later (after supper, to provide a timeframe), I will attempt to reboot my machine. I accept failure, and plans B and C are thought through. My life as a retired IT tech resembles life as it was (without the oversight of a departmental director).
In the basement, more walls are enclosed; seeing my abstract vision of the space take form is a good thing. Perhaps, at some future moment, I will make a visual record that can be shared with the curious. In colour, but free of auditory distraction. No pretension of a podcast intended. After five years, it will be wonderful to display my toys, even if nobody else notices. Imagine, a play area, at my advanced age.
As school day #1 approaches, the federal government has done the unthinkable. Funds have been allocated to smooth the pains. Yes, I know. A clear moment of usurping the responsibilities of the provincial and territorial legislatures. Funny how a few million extra dollars can assuage the insult to governmental pride.
