First, I had a doctor's appointment with the orthopedist this morning. She took a look at my foot and said I could leave the boot off. I told her that I had taken a few steps without the boot and just had a slight ache from using muscles that had been locked up for a while, but she told me that was normal. She said that in the future, if I started having this pain again, that I didn't need to see her, just use the boot again for a week. It's certainly strange to have a doctor tell me not to come see them, but it makes sense.
I've noticed that my foot has been sore today. I've backed off the ibuprofen because I'm sure my system is sick of it, but I caved tonight before I go to bed.
When I got home, I had a few hours before the cable guy was to show up, so I decided to clean out the car. I cleaned the windows, had Armour All wipes for the dashboard, and brought out the vacuum cleaner to get cloth free of lint and stuff.
There was a bit of time to rest before the cable guy showed. He was a nice ginger cubby named Ben. I tried to sneak a pic, but he was pretty alert. I showed him the severed cable and he agreed that the door installer was an idiot. It took him a whole five minutes to fix it. Since he was here, he checked the cable boxes outside the house for some routine maintenance. There was supposed to be a separate work order (second cable guy) to come and put in a cable line in my spare bedroom, but he never showed. The cable company said that there was no second order, though Ben found it on his tablet, so I'm not sure what happened. They said I'd need a second cable box for the house and it just seemed like too much trouble for the spare bedroom, so I canceled it, since it didn't appear to be happening anyway.
I'll be back at work tomorrow, no boot, so I hope my feet will hold up.
- Friday I called the cable company and set up a repair visit. They could have done it over the weekend, but I have to take Wednesday off, so I scheduled it for then. And the repair will be free believe it or not. I still plan on giving the installer company a good chewing out. While it isn't costing me anything, the annoyance of being without cable in my bedroom for nearly two weeks has sucked
- Saturday was a Cincinnati MovieBears outing to see "IT." It was a beautiful night and it was good see the guys. Everyone seemed to enjoy the movie, which I've now seen twice. I imagine that clowns will be a popular this Halloween.
- Brian (cincycub) brought me a wonderful gift. While he was at Market Days this year, he bought me three issues of "How to Kill A Superhero," by Pablo Greene, autographed to me. According to the author's website, www.howtokillasuperhero.net, the novels tell the story of Roland, a young man who is changed forever by an occult book that grants its reader dangerous but seductive superpowers. It involves some superheroic bondage, which is very enticing. I was so thrilled with them, I hugged Brian twice. I look forward to reading them. The author is very much into superheroes, spandex, and singlets. I can relate :)
- Sunday was mostly home stuff. I mowed the yard (by removing the boot and wearing the ankle guard), did laundry, and finished a retirement cartoon for a co-worker. It did wear me out a bit.
- Tonight is the series finale of "The Strain." I'm curious to see how our heroes defeat the Strigoi (the vampires). It's been a very interesting show, with some cute leads. After the last season where Zach set off a nuke and gave the vampires reign over the world, I'm kind hoping he gets offed. I'll have to wait until tomorrow to watch it.
- My next doctor's appointment is Wednesday. I sincerely hope I'm done with the boot. I need to get back into working out, as my lower body and mid-section are seriously out of shape.
the Aspark Owl; 1396
© Bill Pusztai 2017
Well, I'm in Europe. Frankfurt right now. It's all a bit overwhelming, largely due to the jetlag which is really kicking my ass. We have completed shooting the auto show and spent some time yesterday sightseeing.
Frankfurt, pollarded sycamores by the river; 6350
© Bill Pusztai 2017
I have been fortunate to travel many places. Some of the places have been interesting while others have been spectacular. We visited some at just the right time. Now those places are in conflict or not safe to visit. Turkey is in turmoil. Egypt is dangerous. We saw Tunis before terrorists shot up the Bardo Museum. We visited Russia at a time when the US was less at odds with Moscow.
I wish all the places were as peaceful as this cloister in Venice.
I had ridden my bicycle to a local shopping center to meet some friends and watch a parade. I parked the bike in a small parking space next to another bike and met with friends. While we were talking, I happen to notice a family giving my bike some attention, to the point where their 14-year-old daughter sit on it.
The mom picked up the bike and began walking away with it. Her directional sense was off though, as she started walking right toward me. I stopped her and asked where she was taking MY bicycle. She said it wasn't mine, that she had given it away to charity and wanted it back. I followed her and her daughter into a jewelry store where an unassuming man in a suit seemed surprised to see us.
She told the man that the bike was hers. She explained that she had given it away to charity and wanted it back. I told the man, who apparently was ambushed as an uninvolved third party, that I had bought it at a flea market for $80 and that if she had surrendered it to a charity, she no longer has a claim to the property.
The man was getting his checkbook out and was going to write me a check for $80, presumably to get rid of us. I asked the woman how she knew it was her daughter's former bike. I asked if she recognized any damage that looked familiar, or if she had written her name on it somewhere. The daughter said no and the mother was unsure. I stated then that she could not guarantee that it was her former bike and couldn't take it from me. The man stopped writing the check, giving up on being involved in the crazy.
The woman seemed reluctant to continue and her husband and son then walked into the store. I was getting ready for another argument, when I woke up.
And, by the way, the bike was small and pink. Yes, this was the bike I'd bought and whose ownership I was defending.
In the words of Mr. Mackay from "South Park," "Ummm... drugs are bad...m'kay..."
The Sundial a wonderful decoration. It made blank walls have interest.
Built in 1885, Emerson is the oldest remaining elementary school building in Denver. It was designed by Colorado’s first master architect, Robert Roeschlaub, who became well known for his designs for educational institutions. It was the first Denver school to incorporate space for an in-house library and had the first PTA in the Denver district, as well as the first student council. The Emerson School served as a Denver public school for nearly 100 years, finally closing in 1979.
I figure a week is enough time, so I pulled up my Home Depot email asking for feedback on the job and noticed that it expires today. Being the suspicious person I am, I wondered if the installation company was waiting to for the feedback survey to expire so instead of getting a negative rating, they got no feedback, which is probably infinitely better.
On the Home Depot survey, I left a lengthy comment about how the installer cut the cable during the install of the door and then stuck the pieces back up on the top of the exterior door frame so I wouldn't see it. I also commented how I had contacted the contracted installation company and was promised corrections ASAP, and then went a week with no follow-up.
In the end, I have no idea what effect this will have on the situation, but I'm going to call my cable company about coming out to fix it. If any party involved contacts me now, I'm just going to tell them to reimburse me the cost of the repair.
What I mean is this; the design I came up with years ago (shown here) has become untenable. It takes a fair bit of dexterity and practice to put them together and even then, it takes a while. Given all the other tasks I've taken on at Badger Flat, I've been looking for ways to simplify and speed up what I have to do there - and the process of putting together SIXTY of these things was an obvious place to look.
The new trail marker lights will be based on these vertical CR2032 holders. I'm currently thinking of adding a small resistor to even out the light delivery - the LEDs will be a bit dimmer at first, but not burning so much energy in the first day or so will mean they'll be brighter toward the end of the run. Same LEDs, same CR2032 cell - just a different, more efficient way of putting them together at the run. And I've been able to order them through AliExpress for the insanely cheap price of 9¢ each - and while that IS a bit more than cost of the binder clip plus bingo chips, the convenience at the run site is well worth the price of the upgrade; I bought 200, so I'll have plenty even if I do lose a few to curiosity next year. The resistors are cheap; I'll have to check and see if I still have a record of what resistance I found best back when I was thinking of replacing a leg of the LED with a resistor; I might have to re-do some of my testing if I can't find that info, though as I recall - it was the smallest resistance I used that worked out the best in terms of having a similar brightness but still evening it out over time.
I also realized that I can use glue dots to stick the "warning" note to the cell holder, and the cell holder to the inside of the little zip-closure plastic bag so the LED is always properly aligned; then all I have to do on-site for assembly is pop in the CR2032 cell and seal the bag! (I actually did consider the idea of a switch so the cells could be pre-loaded... but that adds unnecessary cost and complexity.) I might consider the idea of using a plastic isolation tab like we often see in electronics that are delivered with a battery pre-installed; that would mean just yank the tab and seal the bag - I'll have to see how difficult it is to pop the cell into the holder when it's in the bag already.
While discussing this with someone who often helps me retrieve the trail marker lights at the end of the run, I had the idea that I needed something to make them more visible in the daytime - as the light which is helpful at night simply can't compete with ol' Sol when he's up and around. Given the nature of the event and my own club affiliation, the solution was obvious - rainbow ribbon! I figure a swatch of about 4" cross-wise on the tree with the light pinned to the middle should make them a LOT easier to see and retrieve. I was originally thinking of doing something to avoid fraying of the ribbon... but considering that a lot of the pieces will probably have to be discarded due to tree sap, I don't see the point in putting a lot of extra work into a chunk of ribbon. This is another item I'm getting insanely cheap direct from China - $10.50 for a fifty yard roll of 7/8" wide ribbon; I found a 20 yard roll of 5/8" ribbon on Amazon for $11.90, for comparison. And yes, having to fiddle with the ribbon will add a bit of time to putting up the lights - but sometimes I get REALLY stressed out about finding the last few lights and spend way too much time on that; having something that makes that process go faster is worth a little extra time on the installation side.
Needless to say - once I get the parts and know what resistor value I need and so on, I'll be posting again about the new Version 3 Trail Marker Light. ;)
I went on the occasion of a memorial service for a friend's wife. That was held in the smaller chapel.
This was the first time I had been to any kind of ceremony in a Synagogue. I grew up in Western Kansas. There is a 600 mile stretch between Denver in Wichita where there is no Synagogues. I had toured a few temples but never actually been there for any kind of a service.
My Jewish friend Cappy assured me that it was quite a bit like the Methodists but with yamulkes. It was a "reformed" congregation. I wasn't the only bare headed one. There was about a hundred for the service which was not a funeral but just a memorial service. The Cantor was a very pregnant woman with a lovely voice. The Rabbi played the guitar for her to sing somewhere over the rainbow.
There was refreshments in the fellowship hall. It was a lovely afternoon.
To make it even more special, mikiedoggie and his other half John came down from Chicago (along with several other Chicago folks) to enjoy the last Pride Night. One of the wonderful things about the night is seeing so many friends that you usually don't see out very much. Also in attendance was _decibel_ and kybigstew as well as several bears from my softball night.
Even with the dreaded boot on my foot, I managed to keep up. Because of the boot, I had to get a pass to see if I could ride the rides. Because I could take the boot off without hurting myself, I could ride everything, but some rides I had to remove it. The Banshee above was one of the six. The plus of having this "hall pass" of sorts was that I could cut any line and take three people with me. So I pulled this pass on a few rides (including The Banshee) and took a few of the crew with me.
We made it the entire night, heading out at midnight. I certainly hate to see Pride Night disappear, but I'm hopeful that it may reappear in the future sometime.
The old part of the Art museum wasn't much better. It was called an inside Out Men's room.
The Architect is Daniel Leibskind. DAM got him just before he won the contract for the World Trade Center Replacement. It could have been worse I suppose. Look what he did to the Toronto Museum. It was a simple sedate building that now looks like it has developed a cancer.