Hail to the hail
I stand amazed. We had hail just now, big as jelly beans. I haven’t seen that stuff in years!
Wouldn’t have been important, except that son #3 needed to report to the dojo. At the moment I opened the door, the precipitation became a tactile affair. Bravely, I pushed the remote door unlock, and ran… to the locked door. Weak battery moment, I expect. No real pain, but the next time I catch a news bulletin vaunting the virtues of pingpong sized objects falling from the firmament, I’ll breathe another sigh of relief. It could have been worse.
In times of postal delay, what else is there to do but shop on eBay. I had decided to purchase an external drive case, and the local Future Shop was not advertising what I wanted. On to the auction area, where I spotted an enticing item, at an excellent price, with not other bidders and two minutes remaining. In Canada.
Had my name on it, I’m sure. Logged in, bid, won… and now I wait, wondering if the package will be expedited or lost in the shuffle, as Canada Post gears up for ever greater disorder. We hardly appreciate their service until it isn’t there. A lesson in life.
New firewall at work, and the noise level is enough to remind me why I want to move to a quiet place in the country. On in the next cubicle for two hours before its keeper arrived, and then on for hours and hours more before the decision was made to relocate it to its bay in the server rack. Some people’s toys are not always other people’s joy.
