A new weave pattern
The dog learned a new trick this afternoon. Or maybe it’s just a variation; I’ll salute his inventive process, just the same. His outside lead is rather long, and lately he’s been weaving the cord around the three bird feeder poles. Intricate loops, requiring time and energy to get free. Mostly MY time and energy. Anyhow, that’s what he does.
Today, he figured out a new pattern. By scrunching down and traversing beneath the front doorstep, he can assure that his lead brings him within whimpering distance of the front door. No sense trying to reason with him that a return on his steps would undo the efforts; he doesn’t handle reverse process. And so, again, a chance for me to show him that all can be well as long as I’m nearby.
Yes, I could shorten the lead, but then he would be unable to reach his new favorite sunbathing spot just downhill from the gennie. A dog’s life.
I’ve rebuilt the silly Mac. So far, things look good, and I know all the necessary passwords. Now if Apple Corp would just drop the “sent you an email because someone logged in using your name” notes. I know. They don’t want me to clear up the confusion; email is cheap, I guess. I downloaded the 6 GB blob so that if I need to do (yet) another rebuild, things will go a little quicker. And yes, I used another hard drive. Duh! This is not my first rodeo, as the expression goes.
How about that gang in the UK? #Brexit. And why is our currency taking a pounding? Economic mystery.
