F 1 D 0 -- 02 04 13 at 00 45 What a week, Explained. I've heard it is a sign of insanity when I reply to the things I've said myself. So be it. >I wish I could take a lot of time to >write you, but I'll have to summarize. I'll take some of that time right now, right here. >I'm at my folk's place Well, right now I'm at Ben and Veronica's place. They live in Elliot Lake. I'll endeavour to share more. >I'm at my folk's place, where they're >showing me their new cockatoo. And I >am reaquainting myself with the others >of the flock here. Ah, the flock. Baby, the red Lory. Baby knows her name, and was able to mimic anything on television when she first moved in. She doesn't do that so much now, but remains a friendly smart active birdie. Rocky, the Amazon. A talker who truly loves me. Kira, formerly Houdini, the Cockatoo. This was a gift from a folk dancer. The bird didn't get along with all of the human members of his family, I'm told. Kira is about to be introduced to a mate, Popeye. Popeye is new, but is a gentle sweetie. Coco, the original Umbrella Cockatoo my folks acquired. Biig bird. Friendly. It wishes it were an only-bird. Coco-2, another one, very shy, very skiddish around people. But knows its name. They truly love me. Sydney and Ninja, a pair of yellow front Amazons. They hate everyone, but seem to like me. A clutch of budgies. They like each other. A clutch of cockatiels. They also like each other. Oh, they're gentle, but they would rather be in the company of other birdies. >I wanted to make sure Mom was able to >come online to write me. She was having >some trouble with her connection. >It is working now, as you can see. My folks use about 2h of internet time a week, so they don't need too much. I'm hoping mom will use the net for the digital camera she got, and dad will use it for the many watches he wants to buy and sell. All in due time. They're doing well with modern computing. >I just came from Nathan's place, where >I was able to load most, but not all, >of the things I've stored there. I'll >be back again for April 20 weekend. That >is a good thing. I was hoping to take my special mattress. Also left at the folk's place were my bikes, wooden shelving, and some wonderful stainless steel shelves. >Yesterday I went to see Tom and Cindy, >who were storing some things for me, >such as my winter coat, and my leather >jacket. They went to my old home to >gather the old appliances. I'm glad they >got them out. I really should have taken the keyboard stand with me from the old place. It was used to hold the furnace together, but weather here has been unseasonably warm. The landlord took the time and money after I moved away to do the pest control, the roof and the insulation the place has needed since the beginning. Grr. If he had done it at the outset, my life there would have been a lot more pleasant. But in any case, he did not really need the keyboard stand, if he was to fix the furnace. I got a note from Tom and Cindy- I managed forgetting some things. A white shirt Ari loaned me for the funeral, and a black jacket I used as well. Sigh. April 20. See you then. >We got to see Mark, who had also been >holding things he picked out during >the same visit. Mark saved some interesting software and books for me. I had decided when packing that they were going to be left behind, but his keeping them safe for me changed their value. I figured if he went to all of the trouble to do that for me, the least I could do was give it a new lease on life. >Yesterday was Tuesday, and it was a >chance for English Dance. We actually had a good crowd, all things considered. Christine was seated, protecting her knee, of course. Torbin, Eldon, Dave, and John. Catherine, Kathy, Ann and _______. That is enough for us to do some interesting sets. We tried a difficult piece. These give Christine a challenge, if only to see if the dance is viable or not. Also the musicians sometimes get a good laugh trying to decide if the music or the musicians need some adjustment. I like the chance to play with a fiddle or two. That alone is worth the cost of admission sometimes. >Day before was Monday, and I did Irish. Pat Mahoney's Irish. We always do the same sets. We always have minimal cuing and teaching. So why do I love it so? And why do I have so much trouble remembering a half dozen set dances? Clare Lancers, Plain, Connemara, Cashel ... I forget the others we like to do. Borland? Caledonian? Visit www.set-dance.ca to get the choreography for these. I'm telling you, I should have them entirely in memory by now. I don't. >Both were special- I got to dance >with Ann. She's so good at this. >But she is new- so she hurt herself. It took a couple of days, and some therapeutic touch from me to do the fixing up. Irish has a move called "Around the House" which is a polka step in each of the four positions. It is rushed, and can be strenuous. We also did a tough hornpipe figure, but that has more potential to hurt the men, I think. I've had to learn to do it gently. >I've got my violin from Kevin! So I'm >able to do music with my own instrument >again. Visiting with Kevin Budd is a pleasure. He makes these Pan Flutes. One day, as a lark, I'll prepare some bread dough, and make a tuned set for artistic purposes, and call them French Pain Flutes. I suppose they should be cannelures de pain d'un certain Franšais according to http://babelfish.altavista.com He plays them like he's played since forever. That could be true. >Friday-Saturday-Sunday had the spring >thaw weekend. This was all I'd been >hoping it would be. I hope I said that correctly. I loved the festival. It was full of energy. I danced with almost everyone there. No injuries! No thefts! No sad times! >I was here for Monday prior, where I >did things for Sanderson Taylor. >It had a happy ending, but it was >very tense for me for a while. >I have to wonder why I do this. >For money I suppose. Ah yes. Well, the pattern kind of irritates me. 1. They need me, 1a. They call me over. 2. I phone back, or write back. 3. I go over, and survey the situation. 4. If I need to buy things, I buy them. Often they have me spec out computer systems, and go get them. 5. I install the stuff. 6. I take the night to remove all of the things which make Microsoft Operating Systems hell on earth. Oh, I don't erase, but I do adjust and simplify the registry. 7. I install their original hard drive onto the new computer, and load it all up onto a subdirectory. 8. I find the software they want and put that onto their new computer. 9. Exhausted, early in the morning, I go home, or somewhere, to sleep. 10. They call, furious, about something. I'm serious. They are Never happy the day after I've installed a new computer. I know this, and no amount of warning them that they have to use it to tell me what the trouble will be gets me off the hook. I get frantic "I cannot find my _____! I need it. Now, Dave. Now! Can't you please come over right away? Why do we deal with someone who can't do this right the first time?..." I got in trouble this time for leaving all of the empty boxes where they had to walk into them as they entered. This was intentional, as I didn't have a clue what to do with them. Throw them out? Well, that is only a good idea if you also want to discard your warranty. Oh, you can get things fixed anytime during the one-year period. But if you get a lemon, you don't want it fixed. You want the firm to take the old hunko junk away, and provide a new one. They need the box so they can return the old hunko junk away to their supplier, and do the same thing. I recommend boxes be kept a month. Ah, the place is full. Well, I'm just a technical guy. What do you do with boxes? I got an awful email from the most technical woman in the place. She's not normally bad, but her venom sacs are full, and she works for an office of lawyers. I had to write back promptly. I don't carry venom. It is toxic, and makes the CD-R's all funny if it leaks in my Back Pack. It is hard to wash off my hands. Paul Sanderson is a jewel among men. I wanted to ask him if all would be okay between me and his firm. He covered his ears in his hands. "I don't want to hear about this. You two make up. Play nice." Truth be told, I dislike using venom. It requires I get close enough to bite someone and pierce the skin. With my fangs. Yuck. That's all I know.