Restraining my tinker instincts
Unfair! All those hours spent playing Jeopardy; not a single penny extra in my pocket. Is my microphone unplugged, Alex? Goes well with all my unwon lottery jackpots. What do you mean, I have to purchase a ticket first? Is that a rule?
Back to reality. Today, a quick run to the city, as the treasures from one clothes closet were sacked and sent packing. Turns out that there aren’t very many places that accept donations any more. We were in and out in record time, and then off to the seed store. I’m not sure what I expected to see, there. Seriously underwhelmed. Is there a section that is “closed to the public” where all the little packages are filled and sealed? I wonder who gets to count the product (and I don’t mean the envelopes). Do they measure with a spoon or a balance? Is there an inventory package to keep things in order? Come on, show me how this works. The catalogue is pretty, but there are so many unanswered questions.
The new air fryer has stopped. Cold. I’m caught between the tinkering to see why and the realization that if I remove the screws, there will be no option for a refund. Or is there? Does someone actually count the screws to see if everything was put back before requesting repayment? Will they want details, like “smoke colour” or “number of burned fingers” before agreeing that the product was flawed. I’ll restrain myself for a day or two, but the long weekend might be too much.
