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A quiet weekend day...
Jul. 11th, 2009 11:59 amFeht called late in the afternoon and said that between shopping and visiting his mother at the assisted living center here in town, he was well and truly tired, and could we get together tomorrow? Sure, I replied.
I don't recall getting too much done today. I did translate another 2,000 words of science fiction, which leaves me tomorrow to do the item due Monday.
I spent a bunch of time sorting books, though I still have a long way to go.
Galina and I visited a local storage place that is experimenting with renting space to folks who want to do the "garage sale" bit on weekends on a regular basis. Folks we spoke to generally said they were getting good traffic, though the fellow who owns the place noted that the hot dog cart would be going away after today's visit from an official who was checking permits for that kind of stuff.
As we drove away, I figured that if the cart sold an average of 20 hot dogs per day over a 36 week "season" (I have to assume the "flea market" concept goes away in the winter), the guy would have to tack about 35 cents onto the price of each hot dog just to pay for the permit. That assumption, by the way, would have to take account of rainy, cold, or otherwise inclement weekend days, holidays, and so on, and might be high.
At any rate, I'm glad I'm not trying to sell hot dogs from a cart in this county.
I'm becoming increasingly disenchanted with our satellite TV service (again ). What little time I do spend watching television I spend playing back recorded shows, because I've become so un-used to arranging my schedule to fit the on-the-hour and on-the-half-hour tendency of programming. Drew demonstrated the on-demand service he gets with Netflix, and it seems pretty slick (especially if you can afford to dedicate a computer for this purpose).
I'm babbling. It's late. The rack beckons.
Cheers...
I don't recall getting too much done today. I did translate another 2,000 words of science fiction, which leaves me tomorrow to do the item due Monday.
I spent a bunch of time sorting books, though I still have a long way to go.
Galina and I visited a local storage place that is experimenting with renting space to folks who want to do the "garage sale" bit on weekends on a regular basis. Folks we spoke to generally said they were getting good traffic, though the fellow who owns the place noted that the hot dog cart would be going away after today's visit from an official who was checking permits for that kind of stuff.
As we drove away, I figured that if the cart sold an average of 20 hot dogs per day over a 36 week "season" (I have to assume the "flea market" concept goes away in the winter), the guy would have to tack about 35 cents onto the price of each hot dog just to pay for the permit. That assumption, by the way, would have to take account of rainy, cold, or otherwise inclement weekend days, holidays, and so on, and might be high.
At any rate, I'm glad I'm not trying to sell hot dogs from a cart in this county.
I'm becoming increasingly disenchanted with our satellite TV service (again ). What little time I do spend watching television I spend playing back recorded shows, because I've become so un-used to arranging my schedule to fit the on-the-hour and on-the-half-hour tendency of programming. Drew demonstrated the on-demand service he gets with Netflix, and it seems pretty slick (especially if you can afford to dedicate a computer for this purpose).
I'm babbling. It's late. The rack beckons.
Cheers...
