Day 2 - All work and a bit of play
Well that’s fun. The whole of Surfside appears to have been knocked out by a power cut. The moon is a veritable nail clipping so that’s not much use, either. Glad I wasn’t in the lift. Oh – the lights are back.
So what was new today? Not much as it was designated a work day (by me). That mostly consisted of spending seven hours thinking and scribbling on my new big Christmas pad and then half an hour on a to-do list followed by 20 minutes doing it. Not quite the 27 hours that some people spent in a traffic jam on I-25 closed by snow. Sounds like Wellington.
I did take a long walk on the beach for some serious think time – if I hadn’t, the to-do stuff would have taken much longer and needed a few iterations. Now that I have finished that job, I must tell myself it’s finished and not go back and fiddle with it. Next job is to find out what an obscure error message means and either fix the code so it doesn’t issue it (or it makes more sense) or tell the customer how to avoid it. (It’s only one step better than my mate Alan’s famous “Summat’s rong” message.)
And, having been here nearly 24 hours, it was time to dip my feet (and the legs of my jeans) in the Atlantic. I think it was warmer than Piha on my first day there half a lifetime ago in 2017. It would be nice for the air to be a touch warmer before I fling my entire carcass in, especially as the beach here is very flat and you have to go out a hundred meters before it’s deep enough to splosh into.
Another exciting activity has been grocery shopping in what is obviously a strange store. Because Murrells Inlet is largely unoccupied at this time of year, the local Kroger store looks like Fox “News” has announced that there is a shortage of everything. Their fish selection looks a lot better than our local Ingles (hardly surprising) and I bought some decent bangers, half of which I have just eaten.
The real excitement today was realizing at about 2 o’clock p.m. that I may well have left the inside light of my car on last night. Rushing downstairs like an extra 10 seconds would make all the difference I discovered that the car door would react only grudgingly to the remote, revealing a sickly yellow dome light. After switching that off, I stuck the key in the ignition, nearly wept at the thought of having to step on the brake pedal to turn the key and, of course, have the headlights and brake lights come on automatically. Gawd bless ya, Subaru – the engine gave one disgruntled harumph sound and started. So to get the battery charged up, I took a drive along the not-quite-coast road to our old hangout of Floyd Cottage. It’s further than I remembered but it’s still there. (If the owner of Floyd Cottage is reading this, please give me a yell as we'd like to rent it again). There were no cars in the parking area from which I assumed nobody was home so I didn’t go and bang on the door.
That’s all the news from today – I anticipate tomorrow being equally riveting.
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