Sunday, August 11, 2019

Post 3898 - Soon

The blog will return on Monday. Sorry for the lack of output lately.

Bevboy


Thursday, August 8, 2019

Post 3897 - Late Thursday Night.

Title pretty much says it all. It is past 11 on Thursday night.

My earned day off was supposed to be tomorrow, but I was asked to postpone it until the 12th to help out the team, and I agreed.  It was a long day at work, and it is late, so I will probably be dragging my arse a bit in the morning. Patricia, who is off work this week, has agreed to buy me breakfast in the morning at one of our fave places.

Say, a guy at work has been singing the praises of a sushi place off Lacewood Drive in Clayton Park. It is called Tako Sushi and Ramen on Parkland Drive. We went there after work on Wednesday, and it lived up to its hype. Excellent sushi. Even the miso soup, which I usually find too salty, was quite nice. I thanked my co-worker this morning. He reported that he and his wife had been there last night as well. They must have left minutes before we arrived! Small world!

So, we got home that night. By 7:30 or so, during a playback of last week's episode of Nova, about the planet Jupiter, I began to doze off. I toddled off to bed "for a few minutes", but didn't really get up again until Thursday morning. That's why you didn't see a blog post last night. Slept through it.

Friday is nearly here. I have to get up in like 6 hours. I think I will toddle off to bed, like I did last evening.

Talk to you tomorrow, my lovelies.

Bevboy


Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Post 3896 - Tuesday Evening

Ha! Two days later, and you're already getting a blog post. Tell your friends!

I have gone through 11 or 12 cardboard boxes. A couple of them contain CD's. I have no room for them any more. They are all going to the thrift store in the coming days.

I may have found someone who wants to take the lashed-together cardboard boxes off my hands. They are cluttering up the recoom something fierce.

And this morning I threw out with my recycling, five large clear plastic bags full of the wrapping paper they used to fill out the cardboard boxes.

One thing I used to have two of, which I cannot find any more: cassette players. I want to digitize a few audio cassettes. I found the best way to do that was to play these cassettes on an old-fashioned (1980's era!) cassette player, at about a 50% volume and use my computer's sound card to record the result. I seem to recall unearthing one of those players recently, but darned if I can find it. I will keep looking because I know you want me to.

The unearthly humidity that has been plaguing us in recent weeks seems to have fallen off a titch. I am actually relatively comfortable this evening. Which is great, given that I have fried two hard drives lately.

The desktop I am using to type these humble words has been running hot lately as well. A day or so ago, I usb powered laptop fan and plugged it in and put it next to the area where the desktop is getting hot. It has helped cool it off.

I cannot wait until September, when it is cooler.

I am going to turn in. A long day at work tomorrow, followed by more unboxing and other fun stuff.

When will this all be over?

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Sunday, August 4, 2019

Post 3895 - Limping Along

And... another week has gone by.

What a week. What a couple of weeks.

I took a sick day nearly two days ago. I am glad I did. I ended up sleeping until nearly noon. Maybe I was over doing it. I would get home from work and eat and unpack a minimum of five boxes of whatever in the recroom. 35 or more boxes a week. There were a lot of boxes.

Several weeks later, most of the boxes are emptied out, replaced by dozens of cardboard boxes lashed together with twine. I have learned knots designed to keep bundles of cardboard and the like together. I have gone through nearly a whole thing of twine, but there is plenty more where that came from. I am hoping that within two weeks' time to be finished.

And the packing paper. My goodness, the packing paper. I have stuffed more packing paper than I thought possible, in to several large clear plastic bags. I will have to do more such stuffing in the coming days. The recroom is over run with such paper, and the many many bunches of cardboard boxes.

Some boxes contain things that I must sift through at a more leisurely pace than this process will allow for at the moment. That is about 10 boxes so far. Those have been put aside until such time as I have the time to do so. I do not look forward to that.

Yesterday we did a run to a local thrift store. The backseat was full of several boxes of contributions: Books. CD's. Even old music cassettes, which they politely refused to accept. They showed me a big dumpster, though, and we tossed them into it.

The couch remains a major sore point with us. The mover back in May took it apart to make it easier for him to transport it on to the moving truck. He claimed that the instructions for putting it back together were stored in the manifest or something. They weren't. When we got the couch back, it was still in two pieces. I complained to the restoration company. They sent someone out, and then it was in three pieces. Two more pieces than I wanted the couch to be in. The last several weeks have been alternating silence punctuated by an email from the company offering us pitiful compensation for the couch. We could never replace the couch for that amount of money. The insurance company that is underwriting the entire enterprise is not happy either. This whole thing with the flood and the moving stuff out and the restoration has been going on since March, nearly a full five months now. We are losing patience over this process and want it over. Yesterday.

Last week, a bit of a calamity. I had to reboot my Plex Media Server. When it came back up, one hard drive would not mount. I found the drive and it was hot to the touch. Literally fried. That makes two in the last couple of weeks. I deployed a fan from the laundry room and it has been running non stop for days, blowing admittedly warm air on the other hard drives in an effort to keep them cool enough not to over heat in this stifling weather.

I researched the heck out of this. I discovered a linux tool called ddrescue. As long as the computer the drive is attached to can "see" the drive, which it could, then this utility can run against it. It has been running for three days now and harvested a whopping 7GB off a 2TB drive. At this rate, it will need about a year to copy the contents from the failing drive to an image file on the destination drive. The computer is running full time and is starting to run hot, itself.

The humidity has been killing us. We are irritable with one another. We cannot wait until September gets here and the really nice weather arrives.

So, that's about it. The previous two weeks in a nutshell. Working. Coming home and sweating my bollocks off unpacking boxes and bundling up empty boxes and stuffing packing paper into bags. Then, frying a couple of hard drives for good measure. Yippee. Yahoo.

I feel awful for not writing more frequently in recent weeks. It has been one thing after another, conspiring against me to keep me from sitting here and saying hello. I do hope to improve, and soon.

You all take care of yourselves. I hope you are all well. I think about you. I worry about you. And I hope the feelings are reciprocated.

Talk to you... tomorrow? Yes. Tomorrow!

Bevboy


Sunday, July 28, 2019

Post 3894 - Another Sunday Night

The blog returns on Monday. I have not been feeling well this week and working my day job is about all I could handle most days.

See you tomorrow. Sorry for the lack of output lately.

Bevboy


Sunday, July 21, 2019

Post 3893 - Sunday Night

Still sweltering. Still wringing out my clothes in the vain hope of extracting all the moisture from them. Like that will ever happen.

I emptied out five more boxes of stuff today. Mostly books. A few went into a box to go to the thrift store. Most of them are the type of crime fiction I grew up reading and could never part with.  I have dozens of books by Rex Stout, John D. MacDonald, Ross MacDonald, Max Allan Collins, and so many others. I'll bet you haven't heard of any of these guys.

We got outta the house this afternoon. Went to see John Wick 3. Two hours plus in air conditioned comfort. The film was easily the weakest of the three. Endless fights and endless killing with about one tenth of the art and style and dare I say the grace of the first two films. The final fight between John Wick and the main bad guy was reminiscent of the final fight of John Wick 2.

There will be a John Wick 4 in 2021. I do not have high expectations.

Afterward, we drove home. I grilled some hamburgers, finishing just in time for the monsoon to hit. Rained like a bugger for about 20 minutes. Something happened and the power went out for an hour or so. Just what you need during heatstroke season.

Another three day weekend is over. I don't know why these weekends go by so quickly.

I am turning in for the night. 5:30 comes too early.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Saturday, July 20, 2019

Post 3892 - Four Days Later...

Late Saturday night.

Let's see here. After work on Wednesday I went to the library to research a cold case. We had dinner across the street before returning home, where I worked late into the evening writing the article.

After work on Thursday... well, I pretty much went to bed and slept all night. We were off on Friday.

It had been three days since I had unpacked any boxes so I unpacked three times as many on Friday. The home office is starting to resemble what it was like before the flood. I am determined not to let it reach the point where it did before that.

The heat and humidity around here has been terrible. We are irritable with one another. We have a hard time sleeping. Appetites are off.

Saturday we got up and drove to Gateway Meat Market in Dartmouth. They had the world's greatest sale on cheese and strawberries, two items at opposite ends of the digestive spectrum. We got some of each and returned home.

By early afternoon, I was tired and slept for a few hours while Patricia hulled the strawberries.

I have spent a chunk of the evening down here, where it is slightly cooler; but I know that sleep will be a challenge for us both this evening.

I really will try to write something on Sunday.

Time to wring out my shirt and try to get horizontal for a while.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy