A knock at the window
Reminiscent of an old story: Who’s that, knocking at my window? In this case, an old friend, one in “the loop” about our change of address, and needing to prove the validity. A chance to visit, and see if the finished house matched the envisioned floor plan.
The same dog that dropped in while the truck was unloading (earlier in the week) wandered by this morning. Sending our dog into a wave of “Who’s that?” As well. This time, a nose-to-nose seemed to calm the air. We’ll see how things go, another time, since the nomad lives just down the way.
The dog and the boy, determined to find the beach. And they did, if course. Wandered all the way down to the “run”, although neither jumped from the bridge. A texto to find a faster way home… It wasn’t, of course, when the taxi mom decided to go visiting. After all, a hammered dulcimer and gardening discussions are novel.
For my part, I tried and failed to correct a non-latching door. Have to think this one through, and probably try some other tool techniques. “If it won’t fit, grind until it does” might be an angle.
More speaker tests; simply upgrading is the easy approach, but there may be other, frugal things to try. Replacing one of my jury rigged wires cut from telephone lead helped. Surely stranded wire is on the reel in a local hardware store.
I tried to capture some local TV signal (off air variety), but times have changed. Might need an antenna, and with the sat install scheduled for this week, less of a priority. On the other install, my two calls to the supplier proved that a) the right hand knows not the left, and b) tech support is far away.
