Yet another non-slackerly weekend, with Mrs. Fetched volunteering me to help out the church at the community yard sale. Getting up at 6-something on a weekend bites, there ain’t no two ways around it. The mercury hovered at just over 40 degrees this morning, and the sweater I grabbed at the last second was barely enough (if that) to keep the chill at bay. It didn’t help that the restaurant on-site wasn’t ready to serve coffee until an hour after I got there.
But every cloud must have a silver lining, and I managed to find one. A community yard sale means that most sellers will be there, because most buyers will be there, because most sellers will be there. A wonderful example of recursion. To cut a long story short, I found a small refrigerator for $10. It wasn’t quite as big as I would have liked, and the shelves are missing. But it has two major things in its favor: it works, and I saved $100 over buying a new one. Of course, I had to go buy some beer for it on the way home. Even better, Mrs. Fetched thinks we might have some shelves that will fit it if we dig around (and I think we have an ice tray or two). The guy selling them had two, and I grabbed the better one: no rust on top and the seal looks good.
One of the nice things about it is that I can keep the beer in the refrigerator, which is in the outbuilding, which has a lock, which means I can keep The Boy from scarfing my beer. Once I make another batch of beer, I’ll probably be able to keep 12 bottles in it at a time. It’s also quiet, putting out a hum that I wouldn’t even notice in the house and easily gets tuned out over the iPod and whatever I’m reading.
Now all the outbuilding needs is Internet access.
We were supposed to shoot a football game today, but Mrs. Fetched didn’t know where, and wasn’t sure if it was at 3 or 3:30. Running out of gas just above (literally) a gas station was the final straw; we coasted to a pump then went home. While I enjoy that “work,” it was nice to not have to deal with it after getting up way too early.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
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Hi FARfetched.
ReplyDeleteOne day you'll be able to slack. :)
You know I was wondering. Between the boy running out of gas and you and Mrs. Fetched coasting into a gas station, does the needle on your gas gauge work? :)
I haven't played around with the wireless lately, but I probably will this week. I'll let you know what's going on.
Have a good day and slack when possible.
Hey FARfetched.
ReplyDeleteI got a wireless question and I need you to do that voodoo you do so well. OK I’ve hit reset on the router and now the computer is seeing it, but when I go into view the wireless connections it says it is not connected. Now it’s somehow seeing it and I can get onto the net, but when I hit connect it says it can’t.
What I don’t understand is it says it’s not connected, but at the bottom right it says disconnect. Plus when I try to make it secure it won’t take. I’m going to try and reinstall from the disk and see what happens and after I become completely frustrated I guess I’ll call the company again.
Just saw something else. On the taskbar at the bottom right, the icon showing the wireless connection has a red X on it. This shows me it’s not connected, but I just went to my site, so it has to be connected. The wonders of modern technology.
Hi FAR. I was interested in your saying you make home brew. Gooserock and I used to do that in our early years. It was wonderful. In our courting days, we used to share a bottle of green (not quite finished) beer. It had some unusual qualities. LOL.
ReplyDeleteI think the Sunfire ran out of gas because we were going uphill at the time. Fortunately, Mrs. Fetched (who was driving) was able to wrestle with the non-power steering and coast back down the hill to the gas station. The Boy, now, he runs out of gas miles from the nearest gas station!
ReplyDeleteHi Puget4… I haven't made any homebrew in too long, but I hope to soon. The last batch I made, I boiled rosemary into a stout mix. It was goooooood.