Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

October 23, 2002

Dear Everyone:

Autumn has officially begun.

I know what you’re thinking:  “Didn’t that happen back in September, like on the 23rd?”  Well, technically, yes.  But Autumn doesn’t officially begin until the first evening that I get home from work and the temperature inside the house is below 70 degrees.  That happened, for the first time, last night.

So I dragged the little heater out of the closet; and used the can of forced-air that’s really meant for cleaning your computer’s mouse and keyboard to blow as much accumulated dust out of the heater as possible.  Then I set it out on the patio and let it go for about 20 minutes to burn all the residual dust off the coils.  I don’t know how long I’ve had that heater, but it still worked just fine this morning.

Not that it’s that chilly in the mornings yet.  But it will be, soon enough.

Another sign that it’s officially Autumn:  The Half Moon Bay Pumpkin (& Art) Festival.  Last Saturday, “Jeannie” and I drove down to our old stomping grounds.  We had a remarkably uneventful drive down and arrived early enough to get prime parking at the High School.  Then we wandered around the various booths until it was time to meet “Marshall” at the Library.

We would have gotten there earlier, but “Jeannie” lost her bearings and took us a few blocks out of our way.  Nevertheless, we arrived at the steps 10 minutes before noon.  “Marshall” was five minutes behind us.  In fact, when we made our way back to the cars, “Marshall’s” car was parked two spaces over from mine.

It’s been about 10 years since I made the trek down to Half Moon Bay for the Festival.  Many of the booths offered the same homemade art(?) objects as then.  But you can find a lot of them closer to home these days.  In fact, several artisans are scheduled to appear in Danville, just up the road from my place, next weekend.  They all have regular routes and often provide fliers listing where they’ll be and when.  I even understand that there is a book you can buy that lists all of the “Art Festivals” around the country, complete with permit pricing.

What interested me were the less-than-traditional booths.  Like Champion Mortgage.  A mortgage company?  Just in case you impulsively decide to refinance your home?  Or maybe you’ll decide to “buy” a mortgage, then look for a place to spend it on.

Actually, they were giving away free bottles of water and those squirt bottles that are so popular, and handy plastic carry-sacks, all with their logo, 800 Number, and Web address.  Likewise several banks and a kitchen redecorating firm.  Not to mention Uncle Ben’s Rice.  I guess they see the price of a booth as cheap advertising.  Reminds me of the time a computer company showed up at a Sci-Fi convention we attended some years ago.

As for shopping, per se, I was on the lookout for a possible replacement for the painting on my living room wall.  “Jeannie” has always disliked it, for some reason, and I’m ready to move on to something new.  But we didn’t see anything that would fit the bill.  So we’ll keep looking, in a desultory way.  There’s no rush.

Once we’d checked out all the offerings along Main Street, we went to lunch at the Micro Brewery that used to be the Shorebird restaurant.  Over lunch we decided what to do about celebrating Thanksgiving and Christmas.

After careful discussion, and reviewing all the pros and cons, we decided to officially blow off Thanksgiving.  The turkey growers will have to do without us this year.  As for Christmas, the tentative plan is to spend it in Lake Oswego with Mother.  She’ll be back from Italy (yes, again!) barely a week-and-a-half and we figured that would be quite enough traveling for a while.

So I have an action item to find out about flights and hotels in Lake Oswego.  So far, I’ve discovered that there are about ten hotels, most of them hanging out by the Interstate.  Next I’ll do some pricing.

Then we’ll flip a coin for who stays at the hotel and who stays in Mother’s one-bedroom apartment at Mary’s Woods.

As for work, I’m still reformatting data, when I’m not working on ARMA stuff (I’m 3-4 months behind on financial reports).  With just around 31,000 pages, at the (extremely optimistic) rate of one minute per page, it looks like it will take over 516 hours to complete.  However, I started playing with some alternative ways to “wash” the data, using “edit-and-replace” features in a couple of applications.  And I was able to convert close to 300 pages in far less time today.  So there’s hope.

Love, as always,

 

Pete

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