Daily Archives: October 25, 2019

Happy Birthday to My Sweetie!

The yearly sweet spot is over and I’ve got my cradle-robbing cougar back.

Happy Birthday to Jan

Spent most of the day at work going round and round with UPS WorldShip Tech Support trying to install the Remote Station version on a new computer. The installation does just fine up until I connect it to the Master Workstation and the install immediately stops and says, “The installation cannot continue due to version incompatibility issues.”

But no one can figure out what’s not compatible. It’s exactly the same versions of Win10 right down to the latest update, and the same versions of WorldShip. So what the heck is ‘incompatible’?

Even worse, Tech Support has never heard of this error. At least I think that’s what he said. His accented English was probably worse than my accented Indian.

So I’ll have to pick this up again on Monday.

As soon as I got home this afternoon we headed back out for Jan’s Birthday Dinner. Originally she had said she wanted to go to Floyd’s Cajun Seafood, but sometime during the day she changed her mind and decided on Saltgrass and steak. Fine by me.

And it was as delicious as usual, especially the Wedge Salads. And the steaks, of course.

Later, after we got home I started working with my 800 and 2000 grit Emery paper on the base of my oil filter adapter. And I think I may need to start with a lower grit, maybe 200 or 400.  Some of the residue of the old gasket is really baked on, and in places it looks like the surface is actually pitted. and it’s not coming off very easily. So I’ll get some more emery paper this weekend.

But as as usual I have a backup plan. If I’m not satisfied with how it polishes up, I can just order a new one for about $75.

So we’ll see.

Thought For The Day:

So long as the people do not care to exercise their freedom, those who wish to tyrannize will do so; for tyrants are active and ardent, and will devote themselves in the name of any number of gods, religious and otherwise, to put shackles upon sleeping men. – Voltaire