2015 — 2 June: Tuesday
Somehow1 space has been cleared in my kitchen ready for the day's upheavals. Ho-hum. Is that a (new) sinking feeling?
You can always tell...
... when it's summer, can't you? That's right. It's pouring with rain somewhat after midnight. I'm calling it a day. Got a plumber hammering on my front door in a few hours. Plus a lunch date. Oh, and Junior asked if he and Ms Junior could call in on Saturday and stay for a night this weekend. That's an example of one of those questions that, if formulated in Latin at least, expects the answer "yes"...
Not unlike "Have you stopped stealing from the church collection plate?"
I was curiously incurious, as a child, about some aspects of the 'grown-up' world. I was far more interested in showing a visiting vicar the steering mechanism on my Meccano model of a bus than I was in responding to what I only later found out was his pitch to join a church class leading to confirmation. I had no clear idea what 'confirmation' meant, but I didn't like the sound of it and flatly refused. I was having similar difficulty in taking seriously the 'Religious Instruction' lessons. The material raised too many questions that the lady teacher wouldn't answer. This was very different from the attitude towards my questions2 in every other subject.
I never did quite get my head round the reason for those (admittedly, very rare) occasions as a youngster when, having been torn away from a book, scrubbed clean, and stuffed into some unwelcome glad rags, I found myself forced to attend some boring and generally incomprehensible ceremony in church. Worse, having been given a shiny sixpence, I was expected to hand it over promptly, and without argument. I resented that, mightily.
Could that be why I'm now a dyed-in-the-wool card-carrying fully-paid-up agnostic? Probably.
What horrid weather
The hammer banging has started as the journey towards a state of new kitchensink-ness begins. The old sink, by the way, was apparently held in place by a rusty nail — this is well up to the standard of workmanship with which the original central heating system was fitted. But, then, the original building firm did go bust very shortly after we bought the house (which is why several of the plots ended up as "self-build").
I would publish a picture, but today's missing Linux component isn't the audio (for a change) but the USB gubbins that talks to my little external multi-card reader originally used on my iMac.
Putting back...
... the amazing range of kitchen 'stuff' that generally slumbers peacefully underneath long-legged members of the tribe of Boris in the cupboards beneath the kitchen sink this afternoon, I live in hope that my neighbours will return and hand over the Blu-ray of "Ex-Machina" intended for me. Sadly, tomorrow's planned walk is now in some jeopardy as my companion needs to fight off a viral affliction before heading up North to a folk festival.
I also wonder (a) quite why the sight of kitchen 'stuff' (I guess I still regard it as Christa's) usually unseen should have any power to upset me — albeit mildly, and (b) quite how long it will take for the shiny surface of the polished stainless steel3 to lose its lustre. Not long, I suspect.
I've been trying...
... to help Brian as he codes some more Python for me to autogenerate some more of my web pages from my "proper" SQL DBs. The exercise has demonstrated that molehole's CSS is perhaps not quite as simple as I'd long thought. Since I can't currently recall all the finer details of the way it works — I last made any significant change to the CSS some time in 2010 — I think the time may have come for a bit of an overhaul. My aim is still to keep it as simple as I can... but no simpler.
Last time around, I made pretty good use of four of my eight or so reference manuals. My word, how I hate reference manuals! But this evening, I suspect I shall tackle nothing more intellectually demanding than this:
Though not before a bite to eat. Somehow it's already 18:40 and the sun is now shining like a good 'un. Flaming June, heh?
Good film. Recommended.