Security through obsurity
Why does my rage against my ISP always sound like a bell? No particular reason. I take great umbrage with commercial incompetence, and the ISP is capable of one thing; cashing my payment, month after month. Nothing else. When Netflix tells me that it can’t get there from here, I know where to place the blame. Oh, look, signal has been restored. The pause in programming was sufficient for me to get the supper dishes done AND feed the dog.
My life, otherwise, is the quest for better tunes. Yesterday, a discovery from a niche market: “The Unthanks”. In one day, I’ve gone from never heard of them to a fan. I’ll never observe a magpie in quite the same way again.
The snow on the deck is done. No shovel required. This is turning in to a soft winter. At least, so far. We could still get a rude surprise, but the absence of ice in the strait, and fields that are almost bare is a promising sign. I mean, mid-January, right?
Another month. My recycling is in a neat pile at the end of the drive, which frees up a lot of space in the garage. What with all of our stuff, plus construction materials, the path from door to door had narrowed considerably. I know, some day I’ll have to go berserk and dump that pesky stuff, but I take a great deal of security in having all of those unmarked boxes around. My life. It just requires patience to find the particulars.
