Dance and hand me downs
My preferred dance step is a familiar one: “One step forward, two steps back”. Not progressive (or conservative) by nature, it satisfies without ever carrying too far away from familiar territory. This evening, the reactivation of a wiki, using newer versions of everything, demonstrated exactly that. My image files are MIA, and I have a suspicion that I’m going to be off trying to recreate history at a later moment. I know; nobody else cares.
Ditto for the pool, which is busily pumping and filtering and doing the usual waterpit things. The catch is that pressure is running low, dismally low. Is 4 psi even worth recording. My suspicion is a slow air leak at the front of the pump, but the skimmer window refuses to back off. Tried wrist twist. Tried mallet whack. Tomorrow, the secret weapon: son #3, after a good nap. It’s still early (although the tree in the front yard is hinting at leaves). The street sweep is soon. My pool fill will follow (in line with water restrictions that are in place from May Day until who cares).
The warning is in, at work. An order for a dozen new laptops, which means eventual setups for three times that number. We recycle old equipment, but only after wringing every last bit of processing out of it. “Hand me downs” apply to more than your brother’s overalls. And just like with duds, the new ones are loved, the first pass-alongs are tolerated and the second round is just an excuse for mistreating those lower on the totem. Office tribal customs.
