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Tuesday, August 21 2007

It was a cool and rainy day, even more like a Scottish summer than it had already been. At some point our neighbor Andrea, who would be away for a few days, brought over her cat Boychick and set him up in my laboratory, where I'd be catsitting him for the next few days. While Gretchen and I were in Scotland, our dogs Sally and Eleanor lived at Andrea's house and Boychick gradually came to an understanding with them. But (with the possible exception of Clarence, who might have met Boychick on occasion in the forest), our cats would consider Boychick an alien imposter. They'd also be upset about his usurpation of the entire laboratory, a major component of the habitats of all the cats except Wilma.

I haven't been doing much computer housecall work lately (and it's doubtful I'll be able to do much in the future given my obstinate goal to never use — or learn anything about — Windows Vista). But occasionally I have people drop stuff off for me to work on. Today I took a ThinkPad completely apart so I could resolder the wires running to its power jack. They had spontaneously broken off, though they didn't appear to have been in a place where they could have experienced stress. This, by the way, marked the first time I'd ever used a soldering iron to fix a computer for a client. I'd used soldering irons on housecalls before, but it had always been to splice ethernet cable.


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