I believe I had exhausted our local library of Discworld by taking out A Hat Full of Sky, the next book in Tiffany Aching's life. I liked this one more than the Wee Free Men, there's a lot of Granny Weatherwax in it, and she's more interesting than Tiffany. DEATH even pops up, and he's always welcome. In it, Tiffany leaves the farm and chalk to learn witching.
In other books, I got through Battle of Wits, the story of Allied codebreaking in World War II, though it's nearly all Brits, Poles and Americans, with a small amount of the French. Lots of math on cryptanalysis and enigma, sort of like a Stephenson's Cryptonomicon, without wacky sex scenes and with a proper ending.
As I mentioned, I got to go the monthly gaming meet on Saturday and scored. A bud gave me an extra copy of Corps Commander: Totensonntag, a battle in which the Brits fight Rommel and the Italians to relive Tobruk. It's very well regarded and I can't wait to try my first game.
I spent most of Saturday playing Tide of Iron, a world war II tactical with little plastic soldiers that's a step up from Memoir '44, and about three steps down from ASL. Fun, but slow as we weren't fluent with the rules. I can't see myself buying it though.
When I got home, I found I had a second hand game arrived in the mail, three games in a day, whoa.
Speaking of ASL,I finished the second scenario in the first starter kit.
Yesterday was Take Your Child to Work Day in USIA. It used to be Take Your Daughter to Work day, then boy-parents protested and it became Take Your Child to Work Day. I expect soon it will become take a living being that you're responsible to work day, so not to slight dog co-housers.
This was the first time I was able to take eleven year old, the last four or five years I was out of town, or she was. I showed her what I do all day, the frustration of trying to find one Windows PC in a network of thousands while spanning hundreds of networks, various smb wackiness, and living life through email. She mostly enjoyed making her own strange TRCs and printing pictures of herself with the TRCs applied, some looked very opartish. I snuck a little education in there by making four TRCs, only C, M, Y, K and printing each one on to transparency, so she could play with four color plates. Then I took her back to school, and ran into six year old clutching an icepack, she had hurt hew knee on the playground.
That was the second time that week I was at her school, today is the third and fourth.
The first time was to drop off some Star Wars Lego for a gift basket that will be auctioned off tonight. Yes, there's a concert tonight and the sixth graders are providing babysitting, and I'm being a chaperone.
Mrs. Ha has a new job Monday, working as an opthalmic tech. She did this ten years ago and mostly liked it, so she's looking forward to doing something more challenging than washing buckets. I'm praying it works for her, and the money will help in getting us back on our feet.
And now, the wrenching.
Last weekend I hooked up the lights on my bike's trunk and put the battery in, but it wouldn't turn over, even with the kick starter. Last night while the pot pies cooked I did get a half hour to work on my bike, which was just enough time to take apart my starter clutch assembly, remove a thrust washer which doesn't seem to work, put it back together and verify that the engine will turn over with the kickstarter (the bolt was tightened enough to engage the starter). I couldn't get it started though. On the positive, very little oil had leaked past my oil seal.
Today I bought threadlok, tomorrow I'm taking it apart again to threadlok the starter bolt, and maybe clean my jets. What day will it actuall turn over and start.
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