Wet Blanket

Indian Blanket

A volunteer blossom under one of the trees in our front yard, taken after a rain shower yesterday. Wasn't familiar with this kind of flower, so I had to look it up.  

A Last Time, Too

The Dell XPS 9100 we bought in 2011, then updated with spiffier video and sound cards in 2014 or 2015, appears to have breathed its last.  The last 3 times I've tried to boot, it locked up and got mighty warm.  Probably not worth it to try to fix it.  In its place, I've hauled out the 2012 laptop that has Linux Mint installed since about 2017.  Everything from the Dell XPS seems to work fine with the Dell laptop except the patch cord connecting it to external speakers.  Can't even get earbuds to work.  Plugged them in, but no sound.  The built-in laptop speakers are adequate, though, and will do until I get something newer.

First time for everything

A day off from work, and listening to Pet Sounds in its entirety for the first time.  Probably future dead links of America, considering it doesn't go into public domain for another 40 or so years.

Meet The Beetles

I like wildflowers on the side of the road, which others refer to as weeds and take pains to mow down regularly.  I'm not as sympathetic toward the Japanese beetle. Time to get out the beetle traps.

My Thursday

A month or so ago, the team I work on consisted of 3 people, and one day J and I got an email that said the 3rd person was doing another job, effective immediately.  We were expected to keep doing our jobs and pick up her work.  Happens to us all.

On Monday, I posted about my new job responsibilities.  My understanding then was that the other guy on the team and I would split time between the old job and the new one.  Then yesterday I was told that now the other guy is off my team and on the other one full-time.  The intent is for me to join him as soon as possible.  However, if they think that will be soon, they are under a misapprehension, because there's still enough work to keep me busy for eight hours a day.  Proof: my day today.  No, I'll spare you the details.  The problem is that although my role is legacy work for a technology that's due to become obsolete by the end of the year, there's still a lot of work ahead to transfer it, and until that's done, somebody has to support it.  That someone is me, the one-man team.

"Hi John, Sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to you, ..."

No, that's not the beginning of an email from a Nigerian prince or a lovelorn maiden.  It's something I received from the team photographer of the San Diego Padres, and it was intended for the team photographer of the Amarillo Sod Poodles, whose address is identical to mine, except his has a 3 at the end of it.  I forwarded it to Mr. Moore with a note, "(Although I am a baseball fan and have taken a few pictures, I'm not the guy Matt was looking for.)" 

Rabbit Rabbit (Rabbit)

It only looks like a little statue.