I brought with my my backpack to work today again, this time filled mostly with curtains, but also a hammer (!) and my camera for some better pictures. I also went out and bought a cheap chrome rack for hanging clothes, for the small hallway by the front door. After all, when you come to a house in winter, the first thing you do is hang your outer clothes before going into the house proper. Â There was an old-fashioned white rack that would have fit perfectly, but this was much cheaper and it is not like I should have had to buy it in the first place.
I am not there, however. I am at home. Â I was doing something minor or my Googlephone, and when I turned it off, it did not turn off. It just hung there, not responding to anything. Â About half an hour later it still had not turned off, but was now unpleasantly hot to the touch. Â So I removed the batteries and put them back in. Â That solved the problem, and quite timely so: Â Not only did it smell a bit strange when I opened it to take out the batteries, but they were also nearly empty. Anyway, it reasonably asked me for the SIM PIN code when it started again. Â As if I go around remembering that!
To the best of my pretty good but not photographic memory, I have only needed the PIN thrice, including today. Â First, when the phone was new and I switched to my current carrier with a new flat-rate plan. Second, when I upgraded to a new version of Android (the operating system of the telephone) for improved speed and support for the newest programs. And now this, which is pretty clearly a bug. Â I’ll overlook it for this time, as long as it doesn’t become a habit.
I got one digit wrong, typing 5 instead of 0, probably because of interference from the old PIN with my previous carrier. Â Not that I used that often either. Anyway, not bad, but my phone was not impressed. Â So I had to take it home where I have the PIN.
I love living in the future, and hate living in the past.  The future has GPS and Internet connection everywhere.  The past has traveling without even an online map and without any way of  contacting the world if something happens. No.  It is not like I am bound by some contract to be there every workday or anything.
Although I would have been interested in seeing just how high the river was today. Â The (much smaller) river here in Nodeland is flooded like crazy, treetops sticking up from the water. Â The rain the last day has not only run into the river, but also melted the snow first, so all of it is running into the river at once. Â It is probably very rare that the river is higher than this, so I could have gotten a pretty good idea of how high it goes or not, even in the dark. (I brought a flashlight.) Â Oh well. Â Now I got to shop food for a few days, and can play computer games. Â My heroes have got a lot of rest lately.
EDIT: Around midnight the phone crashed and overheated again, although it has not caught fire. Â This better be the last time for a while or my brand loyalty is gone just like that.
If you were one of my children, the first thing you would do when you enter your home would be to take off your jacket and just leave it wherever it landed when you unthinkingly tossed it away from you. This is despite having perfectly good places to put them away. Argh.
Jared is saving his money for an iPhone. I do not know what to think or to recommend. All I know is that _I_ am not buying him one. I will contribute to the fund (and did, at his birthday) for his Christmas present, but . . . I think the phone he currently has (which is identical to the one I currently have, except his is red and mine is blue) is fine for his purposes!
If I were one of your children, I would not be renting a house. If one of your children were renting a house alone, they would soon learn that picking up clothes from the floor is not a deeply pleasure-giving experience, I bet.
They would soon learn how it feels to wade through clothes piled knee-deep throughout their house. They’d be wading around naked, though, because all the clothes would be on the floor.