An excess of rain and other discouraging news
No wonder I feel like there’s a cloud over my head. I just took a look at the computerized weather records that I’m keeping, and so far this month we’ve had rain on 14 out of 18 days. Maybe I’m be happier if I grew rice for a living, or was responsible for maintaining a tropical forest, but that’s not the case.
I’m also tired of the scan and reboot game I’ve been playing on multiple fronts since last evening. Crossing my fingers and whimpering are not effective malware removal techniques. I’m starting to have a reluctant admiration for the malevolent spirits that sit in their cubicles and write browser redirect routines. This is obviously a business model. No basement dwellers have access to the programming insights needed to “game” like this.
Two public figures have died, unexpectedly, in the last couple of days. One, Walter Cronkite, was the voice of the news for decades. He showed us the road to Tranquility Base. I realize that once you pass into your ninth decade the probability of missing your next morning increase, but I kind of hoped he’d be around to reprise the Apollo 11 anniversary in the next few days.
The other was Jerry Holland, a rather talented fiddler from the Cape Breton constellation. Jerry taught, wrote and performed the music he loved. Fifty-f0ur is too young to hang up the bow. I have a friend that studied under him, briefly. The “inside” knowledge that explained how to pare down my bridge so that the distance from the strings to the fingerboard decreased enough to make playing faster possible. I still don’t play fast enough, but Jerry can’t be blamed for my failure to practice. He will be missed.
