The roar of the bull
Back when the Internet was very young, and content much more serious and scholarly than now, I followed a rather long discussion among some people who had to deal with roomies lacking in common sense. The whole thread dealt with the “holder” and the TPI vs TPO way of doing things. There was no clear victor. We’ve been living with TPN (for none) over the last few afternoons; a roll is still a roll. Anyhow, after the purchase (yet another) level, the first of three “holders” is now in place. TPO or the highway.
The morning started with the growl of a bull. Dozer. Cat D4, if anyone cares. The young man in the cab worked through the day, and the land around the house is now a different scene. No expensive fake waves/dunes as in Borden, but something that I can imagine covered in verdant green pasture. Something to draw designs upon, with a ride on mower. We can now look to the installation of exterior stairs, and perhaps a generator pad.
Received a new printer, from Amazon. The delivery wasn’t exactly to my door, but I’ll settle for the local postal counter at the general store, in the absence of a better procedure.
A week ago, I tried to apply for the holy bundle from our monopolistic provider. The form autofilled in the (wrong) province, and nothing happened. Four days ago, I went to see a local agent. His software wasn’t ready for real time, and after four days, nothing happened. Today, son #3 and I went off for a drive to the next major municipality. After better than an hour with two agents, I now have an order placed. Hurrah for terrible software interfaces. Hurrah for glitches that require calling a data centre in the great cloud, to continue the transaction. But, do give thanks for the patient individuals that face this and keep smiling.
There will be no installation before the end of this month. Therein lies the danger of the monopolistic mindset. The customer is rarely right, or a priority. I’m back (in terms of connectivity) to where I was three decades ago. Compuserve, meet the new kid on the block… just as arrogant as you.
Missed a visit from an old friend who was in the area. I wasn’t. Another notch in the belt of the data monster.
