The season ended my boots
Almost twenty-four hours have passed; can we stop talking about the elections already? I jest, barely. Never has such a massive change in direction received so little conversation time. Other than my newspaper, which went to bed just after me, nothing. Not on the bus. Not on the street. Not at all.
Just updated to a new version of WordPress. Push a button, wait for a minute, carry on. Now that’s progress!
I also have to perform an update on Win 8.1 or future updates will be out of my reach. Not quite as simple. I’m running Win 7, and the hard drive with the “next great thing” is in a drawer. Laptop disassembly, drive swap, apply updates, reverse the process and continue as if nothing had happened. Sooner or later, I will have to consider moving into the “new digs”, but there’s no rush.
This was a heavy rain day. Good for snow removal. Bad for boots. My current pair are at the end of a second season, and the sole has split. I can inject some “shoe goo” to get me through until sneaker season, but I don’t understand. I’m not someone that abuses boots, which means that the industry has a plan. Refill the coffers at my expense. And I can’t even go and take advantage of an “end of season sale”. Doesn’t exist. The shelves have moved to the new season, well ahead of Nature.
Finally found the website for the third option (referring to factory built homes available on the Island). I guess there’s only so many ways you can lay out rooms in a bungalow.
