Julia’s new bowl – finished with wax so not to be used with food. You will be OK with nuts. Myself, I don’t see a problem but she has been lectured on it. If reports are to be believed, a little wax is not the worst thing I have eaten from shared bowls.
Spoiler Alert! Brace yourselves. This is the third post of the day. Number One is here and Number Two is here. You can probably get the gist of things but you will miss my masterful buildup of suspense. It probably isn’t worth worrying about, just thought I’d warn you.
Number One is an old post resurrected from 2018. I didn’t get on with it but when I cleared out my drafts I could never bring myself to trash it. I even managed to find the photographs to go with it.
Number Two poses a question about whether or not my keyboard change over was trouble free. And here is my answer.
No.
I unplugged the old one, plugged in the new one and . . . my world fell apart. Despite the promises from the manufacturer it was not a trouble free substitution. The screen size kept moving as I scrolled. I made sure that all my keys were set right and tried again. Same thing. When I tried to search for a way to remedy this I kept getting a strange screen coming up.
I was not happy.
So I plugged the old keyboard in to search for a remedy.
But it kept on doing it.
An idea formed. If the new keyboard is playing up and the old one is now playing up when it was OK before, could it be that the computer is at fault?
Switch off. Wait 15 seconds. Switch on. Plug the new keyboard in. It works!
I have no idea what went wrong, but I’m not really bothered as long as the fault doesn’t return. The new one is crisp in action, has no saggy keys and is much quieter in use – something that Julia used to complain about when I stayed up late to type. So far it only has one crumb in it. I needed a sandwich to keep my spirits up and one dropped. I tried to get it out but it disappeared under the “m” key and I don’t feel inclined to start dismantling a brand new keyboard.
And, talking of returns, the woodpecker came back. Well, almost. The one that came back (we missed a photo) had more extensive and more colourful underparts and had a red spot on the back of its neck, meaning that we had a female yesterday and a male today. It had a good time hacking away at the fat balls. We are hoping it will return.
Header picture is Julia’s new bowl. Then a heron and a gannet. They are always good and, being big, are easy to photograph.
Gannets at Bempton
There is definitely a lesson to be learned about not eating when actually typing at the keyboard!
I agree, but I was weak. 🙂
It is usually cat hair that gets trapped under keys here, requiring a good cleaning now and then. Plenty of shedding going on here.
That is a beautiful waxed bowl Julia made.
Now I’ve cut my beard (it was mentioned extensively in the lead up to the wedding) I am no longer shedding – the oen advantage I have over a cat. 🙂
🙂
I’ve been in suspense all afternoon… I’ve never quite understood the wax thing. If it’s beeswax you can’t eat it but you can eat bees honey. I’d like to know more but, like the universe question, I’d probably just get a headache and start feeling depressed. Julia’s wood turning is quite something, she must be very proud. As for the keyboard there are days when I pine for a pencil, a notebook and a typewriter. I waited 7 mins (I timed it) in screwfix the other day while they typed in the details of my box of screws, and then waited for the printer to shuffle out the equivalent of half a tree. I miss those little carbon copy invoice books.
I still have some. I found them when we moved. It’s a commentary on the downward trajectory of my career path as an antique dealer/gardener.
I remember thinking they were magic when I was a kid
There is always an inbuilt flourish to using them.