Little wind and less light
We are not becalmed, as they used to say. I live far from the Doldrums, and around here the breeze is a fact of life. So, if you noticed from my weather station that its blowing zero, it’s a lie. Or at least a mechanical malfunction. I went out, several times, and used a pole to swat things back into spin mode, but I’m unwilling to spend the night trying to watch. Flashlight and me, poor pair. Tomorrow, if the gale ends, I’ll try to take things down for a closer look. I hate climbing a stepladder when I might get tossed overboard.
I’ve attained the age where I remember names, faces and things that have happened. That it happened fifty years ago is just a tribute to my lifespan. Had somebody visiting this afternoon, and I knew the name. Her brother-in-law. Used to have a warm beer with him, on occasion. Fifty years? I didn’t see that coming.
Apparently we’re going to have lawn camping, soon. Not us, strangers. And I have to explain to our “yard guard” that it really is fine. No need to warn and rewarn.
My laptop keyboard lights are off, and now I have to figure out which sequence restores things. In the dark. Wrong on so many levels. I did a quick web search, but there are too manu answers. Yes, I’ve tried them all. Maybe I will waith this out. Or rely on touch typing. If the spell check seems to be running on overdrive, don’t blame me. That light cue is important.
