[Monday: 3.5 miles; today: hills, 3 miles]
I’ve been neglecting my blogging duties recently!
I did a little work on the weather station after it dropped off of my local network. I think maybe it is having trouble renewing the DHCP over wifi. That’s my theory. I put in a little script to run at night and check to see if the network is active, restart it if not.
I changed the capacitors in my spare/standby Delta-44 soundcard-box-interface-thing. There was one hiding, so my parts order didn’t include that guy and I didn’t change him. He wasn’t the one that looked bulgy, so probably is OK.
I’ve been doing some contemplating about a small construction job at my parent’s house: levelling the shower floor.
We are having a block party for our little neighborhood on Saturday. Tonight we bought ingredients for homemade ice cream and baked beans. The menu will also include BBQ, cole slaw, and various drinks… (those are the ones I know about) and unknown dishes other people decide to bring.
We were able to unload our new cat via Craigslist. Video from the new owner shows all are having a fine time. Happy ending there!
We didn’t buy the sailboats last week, but someone did. The better one went for more than a thousand dollars. I was surprised. I have watched a few sailing videos on YouTube. Having never been out on the ocean, I can’t say for sure I would like it. But I think I might. Knowing my bent toward slobby housekeeping, I probably don’t have what it takes. Not to mention paying the bills while doing. We missed our rowing on Sunday evening too: went to the mall in Tupelo to carry my wife’s shopping bag.
I’ve been looking at jobs on monster.com and linkedin.com. I patched up my resume and have sent it a few places. Nothing happening yet. I think I am still in the stage of sending it off to “wow, wouldn’t that be interesting” positions instead of the stuff I already know how to do. I will hit my 20th anniv at the current place at the end of August and my 57th birthday in November. So… I’m thinking that is my best window to move ahead. I can convince myself that 56 sounds like “mid-fifties” while 57 sounds like “almost sixty”. But my expertise in this area is nil. (Boss, if you read this, no offense, but my clock is ticking and I don’t see any movement to provide a softer landing if I stick around to the lights-out of my position.)
In my architecture-student days I listened to this album a lot. I don’t feel the angsty angle applies to me, but I like the music and the fancy lyrics. (I don’t know why, but sad music kind of cheers me up.)