Lee DeRaud
03-17-2006, 11:09 AM
Sometimes the Slippery Slope has a bunch of sand and gravel spread on it for traction...
This is "Day 4" (I hope): should be about "Day 8", but so it goes. Last Sunday I had a touch of Ken Fitzgerald's cold (transmitted over the Web, no doubt) or maybe allergies, no way to tell...one day lost. By the time I was feeling well enough (read "not zoned out on antihistimines"), it was Monday afternoon and I had an appointment to get my dust collector delivered.
(begin rant, part 1) I usually make an appointment when I go to the doctor, which means I need to be at a certain place at a certain time, with about a 10-20 minute resolution. Delivery people define the term somewhat differently: "appointment" means stay at home and don't do anything productive that might make you not hear the doorbell...for 4-5 hours. Another day lost. So they showed up about three hours into that window...
(begin rant, part 2)...with one box. The Jet people use the same box for the main part of all of the DC1100-series DC's; since I was buying the canister version, the filter came in a separate box. No problem, except someone at Amazon decided that it would be a good idea to generate two completely separate shipments for a one-item order, complete with different waybill numbers, each marked "1 of 1", which of course got separated at the freight company's warehouse. So only one box shows up: when I call, I'm told "Yeah, you've got another shipment here, when would you like to schedule an 'appointment'?" (See "Rant, part 1".) Another day lost.
So Wednesday was spent getting the DC put together and testing it (resawed some gorgeous canary wood for the laser). The DC has an odd (i.e. non-square) footprint, so Thursday was spent rearranging the garage (again), plus mowing the lawn, doing laundry, vacuuming...a whole bunch of chores I couldn't do Monday or Tuesday because they were noisy enough to cover up the doorbell.
Which means it's now Friday and I'm killing time waiting for it to get warm enough in the garage to do something useful.
Oh, and an offering to the Picture Police: 34095
This is "Day 4" (I hope): should be about "Day 8", but so it goes. Last Sunday I had a touch of Ken Fitzgerald's cold (transmitted over the Web, no doubt) or maybe allergies, no way to tell...one day lost. By the time I was feeling well enough (read "not zoned out on antihistimines"), it was Monday afternoon and I had an appointment to get my dust collector delivered.
(begin rant, part 1) I usually make an appointment when I go to the doctor, which means I need to be at a certain place at a certain time, with about a 10-20 minute resolution. Delivery people define the term somewhat differently: "appointment" means stay at home and don't do anything productive that might make you not hear the doorbell...for 4-5 hours. Another day lost. So they showed up about three hours into that window...
(begin rant, part 2)...with one box. The Jet people use the same box for the main part of all of the DC1100-series DC's; since I was buying the canister version, the filter came in a separate box. No problem, except someone at Amazon decided that it would be a good idea to generate two completely separate shipments for a one-item order, complete with different waybill numbers, each marked "1 of 1", which of course got separated at the freight company's warehouse. So only one box shows up: when I call, I'm told "Yeah, you've got another shipment here, when would you like to schedule an 'appointment'?" (See "Rant, part 1".) Another day lost.
So Wednesday was spent getting the DC put together and testing it (resawed some gorgeous canary wood for the laser). The DC has an odd (i.e. non-square) footprint, so Thursday was spent rearranging the garage (again), plus mowing the lawn, doing laundry, vacuuming...a whole bunch of chores I couldn't do Monday or Tuesday because they were noisy enough to cover up the doorbell.
Which means it's now Friday and I'm killing time waiting for it to get warm enough in the garage to do something useful.
Oh, and an offering to the Picture Police: 34095