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Oct. 19th, 2013 08:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI've been doing a lot more tromping around on weekends lately. It's partly the weather, because it's easier to go out and tromp around doing things when there's nice weather to go out and tromp around in, but it's also partly the fact that I have more energy than I used to. Two and a half miles is definitely walking distance these days, and three miles could be if I didn't usually have to get there fast. Work is three miles from home, but I still am not a morning person, so I don't want to start my day with a three-mile walk. I'd rather walk two and a half miles on the way home, which is what I've been doing. (The other half mile is mostly a hill, and I let the T deal with that.)
When I was little, we had chickens, for the eggs. When a chicken stopped laying, we'd eat it. The ones that spent all their time walking up and down the run were usually tough, and we called them "marching chickens". (This extended to other species; tough pork came from marching pigs.) I feel like I'm on the way to becoming a marching chicken myself.
When I'm not tromping around, I'm tying up loose ends at home. I managed to figure out what was wrong with my extremely finicky floor lamp, and fix it. LED bulbs don't go as far down in the socket as regular bulbs do, even when screwed in all the way. So I bent the socket contacts up a bit more in the two sockets that wouldn't light, and now they light. Mind you, I had already bought a new socket to replace one of the two, which is discolored and I thought was corroded. It wasn't. But looking at the new socket showed me what the problem was.
I did something stupid with a paring knife this afternoon that should have resulted in a cut finger, and didn't. Therefore, tomorrow I have to sharpen knives. I wish I didn't always do it wrong the first time, though. I can never get the angle right and I usually fold the edge over, and then I find out that's what I've done and have to straighten it out again. I suppose I'd get better with practice, except that it would take a LOT of practice.
When I was little, we had chickens, for the eggs. When a chicken stopped laying, we'd eat it. The ones that spent all their time walking up and down the run were usually tough, and we called them "marching chickens". (This extended to other species; tough pork came from marching pigs.) I feel like I'm on the way to becoming a marching chicken myself.
When I'm not tromping around, I'm tying up loose ends at home. I managed to figure out what was wrong with my extremely finicky floor lamp, and fix it. LED bulbs don't go as far down in the socket as regular bulbs do, even when screwed in all the way. So I bent the socket contacts up a bit more in the two sockets that wouldn't light, and now they light. Mind you, I had already bought a new socket to replace one of the two, which is discolored and I thought was corroded. It wasn't. But looking at the new socket showed me what the problem was.
I did something stupid with a paring knife this afternoon that should have resulted in a cut finger, and didn't. Therefore, tomorrow I have to sharpen knives. I wish I didn't always do it wrong the first time, though. I can never get the angle right and I usually fold the edge over, and then I find out that's what I've done and have to straighten it out again. I suppose I'd get better with practice, except that it would take a LOT of practice.
