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Busy few days
May. 1st, 2023 02:26 pmWell, if the week started on Saturday, then our week has been very full. First, my Pennsic boss had asked me to write an updated webpage for the Troll Booth but didn't give me a deadline. I got it done and sent off to her ten days later, on Weds. night. She still has stuff she plans on adding to it, which content I don't know. Lo and behold, Friday night the New! Improved! Pennsic Website! was activated and advertised - without the updated troll page because it hadn't been sent on by her to the web minister. So there is no way for attendees to contact me as yet.
In the wee hours of Saturday morning I treated myself to a full-blown panic attack about the SCA event we were planning on attending later that day. It has been years since I've experienced one of those and it took me a while of crying and shaking before I realised what was going on. As you'd expect, I opted to skip the event. I prepped all the food for my husband, so he'd be ready once he woke up but as it happened, he overslept and ended up choosing not to attend either. So we contacted our group of Sunday night card players and announced that we'd all be having a "side board" for dinner. It turned out rather oddly and I don't think we'll try it again. The other players were obviously (perhaps because they are single and usually depend on me or others to provide them) unused to thinking about what is served at event sideboards so the dining selections on Sunday were, ah, varied. One guy brought four different kinds of M&Ms. Another brough two trays of store-baked muffins; chocolate and cinnamon. We provided three kinds of cheese, and ham, wild boar summer sausage, and venison sausage, along with rolls, pickles, and olives. We ate until we were full but I think all of us ended up fixing ourselves a "real dinner" later in the night.
On Sunday morning my husband's computer died. Not with the BSoD, but it looks as though he had been allowing automatic updates and it attempted to download and install Windows 11. His operating system cannot handle W-11 so it got stuck while beginning the startup and stalled, too early in the process for him to be able to activate "safe mode". It just tries to start and then cycles for a bit before shutting itself back down to attempt starting all over again. My man was very frustrated and worried about it. He hates when there is a computer problem he can't identify or repair. My guess is we'll be buying him a new computer a bit earlier than we had planned on, which suggestion put him in an even more foul mood. So we left the house with him feeling angry and went to use our truck to make a run out to buy a twin sized bed from a seller on Facebook Marketplace, for me to use at Pennsic. When we started the truck it made a godawful noise as if it was channeling its inner clown jalopy. Arni knew immediately what had happened and climbed down to check under the rear of the truck. Yep, our catalytic converter had been stolen, the exhaust pipe sawn through. The police and our insurance company have been contacted and both have given us the reports we need. Thankfully we'll only have to pay a little over our deductible for the repairs. It seems that since the new converter is an improvement on the old one, we have to pay an additional 10% to reflect the upgrade but that only works out to $60, which isn't too bad. Nonetheless my spouse is not going to be happy to learn that. And our truck is so old that Ford no longer makes converters to fit it but happily the insurance inspector was able to source a replacement for us to order and have delivered to the repair shop. She'll be including the contact information in her report.
And then while we were playing cards a thunderstorm hit, generated a tornado, and wiped out about 50-100 houses just a few miles from us in town. The northeast corner of Virginia Beach is currently off limits while rescue efforts are underway. This town is built on land reclaimed from a swamp and tidal delta so that area is riddled with one lane roads crisscrossing with canals leading to the ocean or Chesapeake Bay. Many of the roads are without outlets so if one end is destroyed there is no getting to the rest of the street. And on top of that, it is where most of our marinas and boat storage facilities are. Private boats make such impressive missiles during a tornado. Some of which will have had people living in them. The city was hosting a weekend music festival so that area was jammed with visitors in addition to the residents. So for now we have no idea what the damage level may be. But so far there has been no reported deaths.
So how was your weekend?
In the wee hours of Saturday morning I treated myself to a full-blown panic attack about the SCA event we were planning on attending later that day. It has been years since I've experienced one of those and it took me a while of crying and shaking before I realised what was going on. As you'd expect, I opted to skip the event. I prepped all the food for my husband, so he'd be ready once he woke up but as it happened, he overslept and ended up choosing not to attend either. So we contacted our group of Sunday night card players and announced that we'd all be having a "side board" for dinner. It turned out rather oddly and I don't think we'll try it again. The other players were obviously (perhaps because they are single and usually depend on me or others to provide them) unused to thinking about what is served at event sideboards so the dining selections on Sunday were, ah, varied. One guy brought four different kinds of M&Ms. Another brough two trays of store-baked muffins; chocolate and cinnamon. We provided three kinds of cheese, and ham, wild boar summer sausage, and venison sausage, along with rolls, pickles, and olives. We ate until we were full but I think all of us ended up fixing ourselves a "real dinner" later in the night.
On Sunday morning my husband's computer died. Not with the BSoD, but it looks as though he had been allowing automatic updates and it attempted to download and install Windows 11. His operating system cannot handle W-11 so it got stuck while beginning the startup and stalled, too early in the process for him to be able to activate "safe mode". It just tries to start and then cycles for a bit before shutting itself back down to attempt starting all over again. My man was very frustrated and worried about it. He hates when there is a computer problem he can't identify or repair. My guess is we'll be buying him a new computer a bit earlier than we had planned on, which suggestion put him in an even more foul mood. So we left the house with him feeling angry and went to use our truck to make a run out to buy a twin sized bed from a seller on Facebook Marketplace, for me to use at Pennsic. When we started the truck it made a godawful noise as if it was channeling its inner clown jalopy. Arni knew immediately what had happened and climbed down to check under the rear of the truck. Yep, our catalytic converter had been stolen, the exhaust pipe sawn through. The police and our insurance company have been contacted and both have given us the reports we need. Thankfully we'll only have to pay a little over our deductible for the repairs. It seems that since the new converter is an improvement on the old one, we have to pay an additional 10% to reflect the upgrade but that only works out to $60, which isn't too bad. Nonetheless my spouse is not going to be happy to learn that. And our truck is so old that Ford no longer makes converters to fit it but happily the insurance inspector was able to source a replacement for us to order and have delivered to the repair shop. She'll be including the contact information in her report.
And then while we were playing cards a thunderstorm hit, generated a tornado, and wiped out about 50-100 houses just a few miles from us in town. The northeast corner of Virginia Beach is currently off limits while rescue efforts are underway. This town is built on land reclaimed from a swamp and tidal delta so that area is riddled with one lane roads crisscrossing with canals leading to the ocean or Chesapeake Bay. Many of the roads are without outlets so if one end is destroyed there is no getting to the rest of the street. And on top of that, it is where most of our marinas and boat storage facilities are. Private boats make such impressive missiles during a tornado. Some of which will have had people living in them. The city was hosting a weekend music festival so that area was jammed with visitors in addition to the residents. So for now we have no idea what the damage level may be. But so far there has been no reported deaths.
So how was your weekend?
