My phone normally connects to wifi & makes calls over wifi when connected. Last week I couldn’t make calls over wifi; I’m guessing it’s because I’m in a foreign country & don’t have service on this phone. I try adding the US/international calling code to the number I’m dialing but it still doesn’t work. Plan B is install skype & use that to call home.
Early this morning my phone rings, it’s someone calling me from the US; not only does it wake me up but, “Hey, my phone works over wifi now!”
Now I freak out as I’m late getting up. Ummm, wait what time is it (as my phone doesn’t match my watch)? For whatever reason, now the wifi calling works, but the phone won’t update to the now local timezone; it still has me on GMT+7 (Thai time) no matter what I do to it, including turning on location services so it knows where I am. I have to turn off auto-time & set it manually. Now that I’m playing with it again, it seems to be working 12 hours after arriving in this timezone.
Up too early, the trash men woke me up, and then I read the time wrong. I thought I was getting up at 6:10, turns out it was 5:10.
So I have a bit a time before heading out to the park.
It’s a chilly 57 degrees outside, I should wear long sleeves out.
Today I have to deal with the Maryland Exchange - again, and hope the website is up and irking.
I have to call the college about charging me sales tax.
Need to send off my son’s pic to get his college id.
Then get ready for a busy week.
Eons ago when I was in the Navy, I worked some weird shifts, plus there were the fire-and-security watches, so sleep could get really messed up, especially when I was still living in the barracks. I remember waking once and asking my roomie the time and she said “6:30.” In a panic, I had to ask “AM or PM??” She must have thought I was crazy, but it turns out I’d just been asleep a very short time and I wasn’t late for work after all. Still, it was a very weird feeling not knowing if it was morning or evening, and I wasn’t even crossing time zones!
**FCD **and daughter got to Ocala just fine last night. They’ll hang out there today, then leave for Gatlinburg tomorrow. I need to find out when they’ll get back here.
SIL has work today, so I get Roxy till suppertime. I bought ground beef yesterday and I’ll build a couple of meatloaves today. I also got some chickie tits - some will be packed for the freezer and I’ll use one for tonight’s supper.
The itching of the bee stings seems to be subsiding - I slept most of the night, so huzzah for that!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 78 Amurrkin out, clear, and hyooooomid as all get out, with a predicted high of 96 and maybe rain/tstorms/apocalypse this afternoon/evenin’ or not. TWPTB are willy-nilly on that it seems. Today’s plans are to do some cave spiffin’, get a haircut (though that could be moved to tomorrow’s agenda), pick up a script from the pharmacy that for some reason I get locally rather than delivered via FedEx, and go Vestry meetin’ tonight. A few things are needed from :eek:Wally*World:eek: so that might happen when I go pick up the script since both places are within a mile of each other. This should be enough to keep me outta trouble today. We shall swipe the General’s sup this evenin’.
Spidey sometimes my phone gets confused as to where it is. I have noticed that my location, accordin’ to my phone, can be anywhere within a ninety mile radius at times. When I tap location, my for real location will show up. Weird. What’s fun is when I make a trip to Ye Olde Home Towne, which is located close to the Jawja/Alabammy state line. Phone sometimes gets confused as to whether it is in eastern or central time. OYKW has noticed that when he makes a trip over to his homeplace in the wilds of West Alabammy his phone still says eastern time for a couple of hours after he arrives and then updates. However, he says, when he makes the trip back to Jawja his phone will update as soon as he crosses the state line. Phones be weird.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day. Rah.
Back at work. As expected, less than 25% of the data which should have been delivered for me to load this week has been delivered; I still haven’t checked how much of the part that’s been delivered is actually loadable.
There’s some jobs whose end-users I remember fondly (or most of them); this one won’t be one of those. There’s been a few people who were nice, and some who busted their asses trying to get everybody else to move, but in general it’s the kind of company where the basic behavior is somewhere between “my treassssure” and “NO! stomp foot”.
Back in the olden days, I had a job that required much travel. One morning I woke up and had no idea where I was. Had to look at the phone book. I was in Minneapolis, which was where I was supposed to be.
Bit of a dickey tummy this morning, so breakfast is toast instead of eggs.
Spidey, I solve that problem by not having a cell phone to confuse me. If people want me, they can contact the hotel I’m at or send me an e-mail.
Used to live in Abu Dhabi, which is +9/+10 hours from US Central time, and had a Sun-Thur workweek when I started, so staying in contact with the front office could be an adventure at times.
Hot again today (96F is predicted to be the high) with no rain. Must remember hat for soccer today or my forehead will be glowing in the dark…
Need to do a couple things around the house…maybe.
Nava, read your comments on the Jobs thread in the Pit; hope you get away soon.
Need to make myself look presentable here in a bit. All y’all have a good Moanday.
Our garage actually could have been a “mother-in-law” house; we have the plans. It was 1914 in an area becoming slightly better working class neighbors and several were built around the same time on the same plan between then and 1920. It is also tough because its on an alley with the people in the houses facing that alley having nothing but street parking. Which means basically turning into a too-small parking space from what amounts to a single lane. Trust me – it ain’t easy. But outside of the Sube nothing has been this close to impossible. I got to the point where I could swing in a Hudson basically on the fly and the Saturn SW half asleep. But in the little use we’ve made of the garage before now I totally broke a folded mirror and the OW damaged one.
If -------- we basically replace one wall (the one with the doors) and everything above the walls, which may be how we go, my plan is one large door basically two car sized. An alley with shelves on each side for the car in the middle and “parking bays” along each wall for the bikes. That would be IDEAL! The question becomes at my age, the age of the Outback, and all that -------- is a $20grand garage something I want? Need – sure do. But I’ve lived without it and -------- you know how that goes.
A couple of months ago I tightened the fan belt on the MGB. ‘A five minute job,’ they said. It took me like half an hour. See, someone had installed the generator on the bracket incorrectly. I had to remove and reinstall a bolt and nut, which took two hands. My SAE socket set is ½-inch drive, and there was almost not enough room to accomplish the task. Once I got that sorted, I needed to pull up on the generator and tighten everything up. I held the nut with a wrench in one hand, the bolt with the socket wrench in my other hand, and pulled up the generator with a small crowbar with my other hand. Oh, wait… Fortunately, Mrs. L.A. provided the third hand. I wondered how I would manage when the fan belt breaks, if I’m driving alone.
The last two or three drives, the fan belt sounded like it was getting loose. Yesterday I decided to tighten it again. A couple of weeks ago, I repainted dad’s old metric socket set, which he’d bought from (I believe) Western Auto in 1972. Since it has lasted 47 years so far, I looked for a similar SAE set. It arrived Friday. The ⅜-inch drive fits the limited space in the MG’s engine bay much better than my Craftsman set. The ½-inch socket is very worn, but usable. I looked for that difficult nut and bolt on the generator, but couldn’t see it from the top. What I did see was the other attachment point for the bracket. It has a fixed bolt in the engine block, and a nut on the other end. Since the bolt is fixed, I only needed one hand on the nut. I used my ‘new’, 1970s socket wrench for that, and held tension on the generator with the crowbar in my left hand. This time the ‘five minute job’ only took five minutes.
Anyway, now I am confident that I can change the fan belt without assistance/a third hand when it breaks.
I’d been so upset at discovering that the agents had dropped the ball (cowards!) that I forgot for a few minutes something I realized a couple of years ago: bad managers have the same reaction as bad SOs, when you say you’re leaving. “You can’t do that!” I can’t? Hold my soda…
It is 10:07 (am) ------- the heck with your kids; do you know where your liver is?
It isn’t as bad as it was but Indiana used to drive my electronics nuts with some places following DST and some not ----- and the way the border was it could get confusing. The one hotel we stayed in near Thorntown there was an hour difference according to our cell phone between the front desk and our room. :smack:
Now the real confusion can be Garmin. For whatever reason, no matter what I tell it, if I search for a common street name it defaults to my home location and not where I am. Try finding South Morris Street in Thorntown IN and you get that street. Try searching for Washington Street within 20 miles of Kokomo while you are physically in Kokomo and you have TOLD it you are in Kokomo ------ you get 87 choices in Western Pennsylvania and eastern Ohio. :smack: :smack:
Back when I still had my flyfishing company I did a series of shows in the Pacific Northwest every year; 5 cities in 5 weeks. Set up Wednesday, show Thursday to Monday, move Tuesday, repeat. Washington to Northern Cal. And even in the days off you basically hung out with the same “carnies” in the same bars and repeated from year to year. It got to your brain after 5-8 years or more. I once woke up with NO idea where I was or really what day it was and tried that trick and ------- no phone book. Nothing indicating where I was. So I called the front desk ------ “Excuse me – just what city is this?” It was Portland. The front desk gave me some strange looks for the rest of that stay.
Mooommm did you see my comment about Glympse?
I think my phone took a jump to the left & a step to the right as it went back to Thai time again. I guess I should offer it a toast.
spidey, had your phone not caught up, I would have blamed your sim card. At least once a week, I have to process a manually shipped sim card for international shipment when the subscriber realizes that their regular US of A sim doesn’t work internationally.
swampy, traveling this weekend, my phone showed CST about thirty miles into Indiana, which is on EST.
ruble, back before Indiana adopted DST, there were parts of the state that went with whatever city in another state they were close to, like most of Lake County went with Chicago time, the counties across the river from Louisville stayed with that city. Then there were a couple of counties that, by local ordinance (I’m talking to you Knox County) that observed DST. If you were scheduling anything in any of those areas, many times you had to ask how they kept their time.
Lucy…I’m hoooooooome!
The trip went well. I read most, retained some. The family reunion was the usual bowl of granola (what ain’t fruits and nuts are flakes) and it was good to see them.
Dad is doing as well as expected for a dude over eighty, but I see him slowing down. Nelson copped an attitude toward Dad’s dog Gracie (his actual grandmother, who he’s been fine with until now) whenever either of us would pick her up. He got over it when he figured out that that put him in time out. Dogs be weird.
Today, I’m doing some of the usual weekend chores like washing towels and sheets, prepping breakfasts and lunch and grocery shopping.
Even before I was physically there I understood how it all worked. Our first trip our friends were quite specific about where the concert was being an hour different from where they lived and mostly where we would be. But when the time kept changing from one end of the hall to the other on the phone ------ it just (easily) amused me.
Before I stopped working, I used to travel a lot. Different cities every day sometimes, or Asia, or Europe. I started keeping multiple times zones on my calendar, so I could see what time the 1pm ET meeting was in London and Tokyo. I’m not sure I ever lost track of where I was, but times were definitely a problem.
Ruble I think you should do the garage update. You’ve been there years and will be there years to come. You might as well get it set up right.
Today we have a weather shift. We’ll be back in the 100s all week.
The plan is teriyaki pork for dinner. I have some mushrooms and green beans that need to be cooked, so I’ll probably make a side dish out of that.
Blurf. Irking and putting out fires. Crap is piled up as I knew it would be. Spent the morning doing purchasing for various facilities and the afternoon so far with A/P. Not even gonna put a dent in it. To top it off I have security inspection tomorrow of my key control system. Need to get that binder tidied. Still not 100% well. Blurf
I tried to check that before I left. :mad:
The problem with doing that though is then my phone has a different number, which no one knows about so they can’t call me anyway.
I did get a Thai sim for the weekend; it was data only but I used data to skype to call the important people.
Thanks for the pic Sari. Ripple’s getting to be a big boy.
Yesterday Wifey took me over to central Orygun to see the little house she was interested in. I originally thought that it had possibilities, except that it needed painting and rewiring and the floors were wavy.
She had been told the foundation was ‘post and beam’.
I peeked underneath. I couldn’t see much except for one corner of the house, but that was pretty horrifying. The ‘posts’, what I could see of them, were 2x4s or 2x6s standing on end. :eek: The beams were pretty much nonexistent. In one area the exterior wall was resting on a 2x6 lying on its side. :eek: There was some well-rotted wood here and there that might have been actual posts at one time. The weather in that part of the country is very dry, which many people think means that wood, especially wood in contact with the ground, won’t rot. They’re wrong. It just takes longer.
I’ve thought about it overnight and think I could fix it, for about $10,000. I’d need to buy a cement mixer, (just a little one, ~$400) to pour 16, or maybe more, footings, and then actually build a pressure-treated post and beam foundation on top of them, all without jacking up the house. Of course I’d have to tear out all the floors down to the joists (there were joists), to do it, but some of the joists would probably be re-usable.
The other alternative would be to jack the whole house up in the air and pour a foundation under it and set it back down, which would cost more than the house is worth.
Wifey’a ardor has cooled a bit and she said “NO”.
As much as I like building things, I think I’m relieved.
It actually made this money pit we live in seem better.
What was the original question again? Oh. Phones. I don’t think phones be weird so much as the people who write the programming for them. Those folks be weird.
There was some well-rotted wood here and there that might have been actual posts at one time. 
