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First I had to go look at the empty former WCRB building, where the burglar alarm keeps getting set off in the middle of the night, and there's never any sign of a break-in when I get there. I suspect rodents are setting off the motion sensors, although I have yet to find any of their calling cards.
Then it was time for church. I don't normally go to church in the summer, but the music director requested as much of the choir as possible be present at our interim priest's farewell -- the new rector starts next week, but will not be officially installed until October (that requires a bishop, among other things). We didn't rehearse and just sang hymns; we were more to be seen than heard, it would seem.
And then it was off to Asnebumskit Hill in Paxton, near Worcester, to fix the remote control unit at WUMB's Worcester transmitter. I had been told by the manufacturer that all I needed do was pry two chips out of sockets and plug in new ones, but in fact the chips in question weren't socketed; they were directly soldered to the circuit board. I had to disassemble the unit, pull out the board, dyke out the old chips, heat up the soldered-in pins with a soldering iron, clear the holes with a solder bulb, solder in the new chips, put the unit back together, and fire up my laptop to see if the fix worked (it did).
Then it was off to Connecticut to spend some time with B., whom I don't see so much since she moved out of state.
When I got home this evening my Internet connection was down. This is bad, since all my incoming email goes to a SheevaPlug in L's room. After the usual diagnostic stuff I called Speakeasy, who told me someone here had run a Bittorrent client in my absence that caused something at Speakeasy's end to crash. WTF?
The snake just came out of his I Can't Believe It's Not Butter container.
Then it was time for church. I don't normally go to church in the summer, but the music director requested as much of the choir as possible be present at our interim priest's farewell -- the new rector starts next week, but will not be officially installed until October (that requires a bishop, among other things). We didn't rehearse and just sang hymns; we were more to be seen than heard, it would seem.
And then it was off to Asnebumskit Hill in Paxton, near Worcester, to fix the remote control unit at WUMB's Worcester transmitter. I had been told by the manufacturer that all I needed do was pry two chips out of sockets and plug in new ones, but in fact the chips in question weren't socketed; they were directly soldered to the circuit board. I had to disassemble the unit, pull out the board, dyke out the old chips, heat up the soldered-in pins with a soldering iron, clear the holes with a solder bulb, solder in the new chips, put the unit back together, and fire up my laptop to see if the fix worked (it did).
Then it was off to Connecticut to spend some time with B., whom I don't see so much since she moved out of state.
When I got home this evening my Internet connection was down. This is bad, since all my incoming email goes to a SheevaPlug in L's room. After the usual diagnostic stuff I called Speakeasy, who told me someone here had run a Bittorrent client in my absence that caused something at Speakeasy's end to crash. WTF?
The snake just came out of his I Can't Believe It's Not Butter container.
