Bin to the curb
After the wind and the rain came the sun. Life was good.
The start of the day had me wishing that the weather station was in place; a question of measurable quantities. The rain wasn’t heavy, but the weeping around the basement window provoked an illustrated epistle to the contractor’s desk. He promised to send in his fix-it team next week.
But then the sun broke through, and by late afternoon we had loungers on the deck. First time, etc. After the safety rails and steps get added, it could be a secure place to watch the clouds roll by.
The forecast this evening calls for a possibility of northern lights, begging the question of whether I’ll have to go north to watch.
Another first: the garbage bin of the week is now roadside. Not sure of my sorting job, or if black and green are interchangeable, but only a trial will show error (or success).
Last evening, we laid in the first CAT-5 drop to a point in the basement. Nothing fancy. Much easier to push wire now, while the ceiling is a concept. By tomorrow, the signal test will be done, and if all goes well…
Speaking of that, the social media rep from the ISP expressed regret that our project was running on a delayed schedule. Pointing out that cable burial was required in the immediate area didn’t fill me with amazement: I pointed out that getting the wire off the poles was a done deed around here, four decades ago. Funny how the young assume that the old won’t notice those details.
