A tiny voice
Want to learn about having a “tiny voice”? Try ham radio on low power, with a vertical antenna. This is Field Day weekend, and the bands are active. I’m doing my part, in large, by listening a lot and periodically shouting out to the world. Problem seems to be that very few hear me, well.
Once someone clues in that my signal is actually there, and aimed at their station specifically, I get contacts. A few contacts. My printing off those five log sheets this afternoon now appears to be an act of optimism (or desperation). Although band conditions will change overnight, I’ll have to see how much staying power I have.
Sure, it’s fun. But being heard by others is even more fun!
Meanwhile, the dog continues to let me know what’s going on. That yellow car that just drove down the lower lane. Or the car that turned in the drive. Or the heavy truck that rolled on by. He sends up the alarm for all instances. No need for me to sit and watch (although I may do that, more and more, as I get older). Finally, a job the hairy one can handle.
I now know that my freezer full of food doesn’t contain as much “good stuff” as I had calculated. No wings. I should have taken inventory… The week plus will end, in a day or so, and we’ll be back to healthy living. Or, as I now realize, status quo. When celery counts as an interesting foodstuff, you know things are going badly.
