A side effect of gravity
The weather can be a great equalizer. Right now, there’s a heavy fog bank between me and the sea. Looking out the window, there’s a gray that predominates the view. My view. Most of the time. Yes, my failing eyesight reduces the contrast. If any one else wondeers about what I see… just wait for a foggy evening.
Back to yesterday. The missing package hadn’t gone far; gravity had played, and the envelope was on a chair, just under the kitchen table. No, I couldn’t see it. Required someone with better eyesight than I (that means just about everyone else). With the package recovered, I did not go peacefully to sleep, because I still had a mission.
With excellent muscle memory, a few extra lights and a stubborn streak, the AIS receeiver was removed from service. Again, with some extra lights and a stubborn streak, I popped the original SD card out of its home. The new card fit without issue (and a small modicum of assistance), and I returned the receiver to “waiting”.
I’ve mow had an email confirming my success. Generated by a robot, but I accept the praise. Now I will put some energy into rediscovering the interface software, which is hidden down an IP path. I have full trust in the systems, so once I get the right address, there should be a login prompt. Something to get done before the next large verssel passes. In the fog, possibly.
Why bother? Once I get all my ducks in a row, as they say, I’ll be able to identify the vessels. By name, callsign, whatever. Idle interest, but I feel empowered in knowing. That’s why I volunteered my time and internet access to a faceless corporation. One small step, etc.
