Bringing wifi to the lakeside
Famine or feast. At our house, that describes the moment when the refrigerator contains twelve litres of milk, due to a lack of communications. Dueling dairy buyers. If ever there was a reason for an automated, intelligent pantry system, complete with SMS updates…
Some days are like that. Last night, I couldn’t sleep. Today, I couldn’t, either. Different reasons. This was a roadtrip afternoon. Four hours in the car with a slightly flatulent hound, in order to install a wifi router for relatives. A jump into the information age. All went well (hound odour excepted), and we made it home before the chariot morphed into a squash (or got squashed by a moose). Lots more warning signs by the roadside; either the road department has become responsible in their actions, or fears being found responsible. You call it a tomato, I call it a love apple (not really, but I hate repetitive nouns).
The dog, who loves to sit outside and watch the world go by (at home) appeared upset by his afternoon of sitting outside watching the world go by (at our destination). Noisily so. However, we were far enough off the beaten track that nobody really cared. And when the chance came to get back in the car and ride, there was no complaint registered.
I’m contemplating the addition of a “reflow station” to my workbench. I’ve never seen one, much less used one, but in a world where electronic hardware continues to shrink physically, the days of “pushing a wire through a plated hole and whacking too much molten solder on” are coming to an end.
