Frog and Goat

Just when Quark thought it could dominate me I kicked it to the curb. I figured out how to make a pretty damn sweet TOC for a document I’ve been working on for weeks.

Quark is still cumbersome and, really, there has to be a better way. But today I dance all over Quark.

Last year, as you may remember, there was a drought. Yes, I’m obsessed with weather topics today. Anyhoo, the drought started to break while we were on vacation. At the beach. We waited all year to go to the beach and it rained 5 or 6 days of the 7 days we were there. I’m going to go out on a limb and say it will probably do the same this year…just 2 days of sun is really all that I need. Ok, I’ll take 4 but I don’t want to sound greedy.

With all that said here are some amazing beach pictures…actually all his photos are amazing.

The florescent light over our kitchen sink died months ago so we got another one just like it only it was supposed to be a quick-light model. We installed it and after a big puff of smoke the light worked. Since then it has taken longer and longer to turn on–up to a minute. That’s ridiculous and we decided to get another fixture. That one didn’t work at all.

Now we have a good old fuel eating incandescent fixture but there’s no clear way to attach the canopy to the ceiling…the thing that covers up the electrical box in the ceiling. It is like parts are missing only there’s no way to tell if parts are missing or if there is a magic incantation to chant during installation because the instructions are horrible. Here’s an example: turn off breaker; attach white wire to white service wire; attach black wire to black service wire; install a light bulb; turn on power. Well, duh.

What ever happened to clear instructions? The old joke about men never reading instructions can be turned on its ear because no one reads them ever because they are worthless.

Several years ago I came home in the summer to no electricity. I could see that neighbors had their lights on and since I knew the bills had been paid I couldn’t figure out why we didn’t have power. I called the power company and they dispatched some guys—several hours later. They walked back through the woods with their flashlights and a long pole. The lights came back on and they told me a squirrel had fried itself at our pole and flipped the switch. What if the East Coast/Ohio/Michigan blackout was caused by an errant squirrel?