You can get off but not on (here)
As a footnote (?) to yesterday’s post, the new computer seems to be working well. When I checked at 04h30, the driver’s seat was filled. When does son #3 sleep? To be pondered. Little matter. He has to go to work; I don’t.
This was a travel day, in the “there and back again” sense. Down to the lake, via the Beauce and in for a window seat as the squall blew through. The view across the lake, a country mile or so, went from sunny, to slate gray, to zero visibility, to clear. All within about ten minutes. I imagine that for someone in a small boat, it would be disorienting (and wet). For me, not so much. I did get the dog into the car before the rain hit, and then he didn’t want to get out again. Quite content to sit in my place and watch the squirrels at work.
Learned some anecdotal things about maiking aluminum. Seems to involve hugely powerful magnetic fields. The kind that chain your pocket change together. The kind that will “suck” an impact wrench out of your hands, or hide expensive box sockets away, out of reach until such time as the plant is dismantled. I guess that every workplace has its own interesting details (mine does; how about yours?)
We happened to return home by the same road as we took on the outbound leg. Almost. One of the ramps onto the “new highway”, which has been under construction for about 25 years, doesn’t exist. You can get off in a particular community, but not on. We managed to drive east for a half hour before deciding to retreat and follow the confused detour signs.
