Well, dammit, I can't get my PDA to synch with the computer, so I'm gonna have to transcribe entries off of it manually. Very un-geek-like behavior. I'm sitting on Mom's front stoop writing this on my PDA. It's fun but time-consuming. I'm making lots of mistakes but dammit I'm figgering the sonovabitch out! It's a beautiful day with the temp about 65°F and nice fluffy clouds floating around. I've been working since I got up at 10:00 or so. Got a good night's sleep on the single bed that we got Mom when Karen's dad died several years ago. It has adjustments that elevate the head and foot of the bed, and a massager that goes for about fifteen minutes before it shuts off. Put me to sleep pretty good, it did! Anyway, I got the phone line in and got hooked up, and then when I went to use it about a half-hour later, there was no connection, dammit. So, I re-did the connections at the box and at the terminal inside... no luck. Frustrated, I decided to check the connections through the power station... and they were bad, bad, bad! The first time that I got connected, I was only going about half-speed, but with a good solid connection I was getting 55.333 on it. On to the back door... what it needs is a new frame and a new door... and a new wall to hang it on. Termites or dry rot, whatever. So what I did with it was much less ambitious, I removed the threshold and the striker plate and called it good. Well, at least it will lock now, and it doesn't have to be muscled into place. And damn, I do hope that this entry saves, it's been a lot of work doing it, but I'm learning, anyway. It is pretty hard on the hands, though. And the breeze has picked up and I'm sitting on the shady east side of the house and it's getting rather chilly out here and my hands are starting to seriously cramp up.
Saturday 10:19 PM 4/24/04