2010 — 9 September: Thursday
Among the myriad advantages1 of having Big Bro around the place is that I get brought a morning cup of tea in bed. How's that for luxury catering?
It's 09:03 and remarkably grey out there at the moment. Now, where's that grapefruit I intend to share with him?
I'd not heard of Waledac as my finger's scarcely ever on (or even near) the pulse of such things, but I certainly don't mourn its passing. I've slowly concluded that hanging's too good for malware writers!
Having just proved...
... I can pack ten cartons per trip, waved farewell to Big Bro,2 and learned that Toyota claim to have reminded me once about the next annual service (they haven't) perhaps I can now put my feet up with a cuppa for a few minutes? I feel as if I've earned it already. It's 11:05 and the sun is fighting through some quite thick clumps of cloud up there.
Time for my next tiny blast from the past:
I was amused, although not completely surprised, to learn that "In its confessional SEC filing Sun said that since October of 1999 it had loaned only a comparatively modest $6.3 million to its some of executives like ex-IBMer Pat Sueltz, who got $850,000 to buy a house in the pricey Bay area when she relocated to Sun," which is a statement (or, maybe, an assertion) that I reproduce in all its un-grammatical glory. Given her former home (stately mansion?) in White Plains, one wonders what constitutes "pricey" these days.
I successfully dodged a kiss from that young lady on her departure from IBM Hursley.
Rather later
It's suddenly 18:55 or so. A light lunch was lunched, and then I went out for a smooth ride in my main co-pilot's newest car, pausing (naturally) at Hillier's for tea and cake, as is our wont. Since then I've been working my way steadily through just one (large) carton of (some of) Christa's papers. An occasionally heart-rending process, but with some compensations. For example, this photo of her flanked by her brothers Karl and Georg:
I don't recall seeing it before, and there's no info written on the back — but I'd carbon date it to the late 1950s or very early 1960s. Almost certainly before she went off to spend a year in Nebraska.
In other news, I have a pre-birthday lunch date lined up with Chris and Gill. (Chris is my birthday twin.) Though the previous venue, the Wheatsheaf in Braishfield, has now changed hands, it seems. My last visit was nearly two years ago.
The two rules of business success
I smiled when I saw Christa's scrawled note:
I'm guessing it's now too late to ask her for rule #2 :-)
It's only 22:38 but I'm drooping more than somewhat.