Holy pressure change, Batman!

I can always tell when there’s a huge shift in the barometric pressure.  Somehow the inside of my head doesn’t want to get in tune with what’s going on outside.  And complains.

And I just wiped out a whole bunch of cr*p that I had written that nobody cares about.  No whining!

 

Let’s move on,  shall we?

 

Along with the little projects,  every so often I get sidetracked.  When I was rooting around in the attic looking for our vast array of Halloween decorations, (*pfft*) I stumbled across yet more books.

 

I’m not a “hoarder”,  really.  I just find it difficult to part with books is all.  There are more in other rooms.  I think you knew that.

I probably could have made good use of at least some of them in Vienna but of course,  our initial move was not to a German speaking country,  so I never bothered to try and dig them out.  Some might argue that our move to Austria *still* wasn’t a move to a “German speaking country”,  but let’s not split hairs.  
They do speak “English” in Newfoundland,  right?

 

Then,  right along with the books,  I found a small cardboard box with more… well,  “stuff”.  

 

Any ideas what this is?

 

Should I offer bonus points?   It would probably mean having to read and reply to comments,  and we know how bad I am at that.

I mean, *I* know what this is for.  It’s not like I discovered some mystery items in the attic.  But I sure have no intentions of ever using it again.

These items were considerably dirtier before I ran them through the dishwasher.  There’s also a thermometer that slips in the hole of the black thingy there.  Hope that helps.

 

As an idea as to how long these things have been hanging around,  there was a packing slip on the little box they were in.

 

Note the date.  This was our old address over on the other side of town.  There are some really gripping titles there.  We probably still have those books too.  Somewhere.

 

Speaking of shipping,  a box arrived today from Oneida.  And no,  I’m not talking about those other guys. 

 

Back when I was attempting to assemble my snazzy new cyclone dust collector (which is awesome, by the way) you may recall that I was missing some “caps” that are supposed to get popped onto the ends of the axle to keep the wheels from falling off? 

In frustration I called the company and we had a little chat.  And yes,  I was very pleasant. No point in being miserable.

Admittedly I should have called them back once I figured out that I could just drill a couple holes and insert cotter pins,  but by then they had gone home for the day,  and I promptly forgot about it.   Mea culpa.

 

So today there was a knock at the door,  and low and behold there was a package.

 

Well now,  that only took TEN DAYS!

 

Kind of a big box,  don’t you think?

I mean,  the only thing in there was those two caps.

 

Oh,  and look at how much it was to ship them?

TWENTY-SEVEN DOLLARS.

 

I should feel bad.   I should.

HOWEVER.   I’ve heard it said that,  you might have a wonderful product,  but if you don’t know how to run a business,  it’s not going to matter.   Why wouldn’t you ship those in a tiny little bubble envelope?  For like,  eight bucks?

Better yet,  hows about including them in the damned materials with the original shipment?

“It's beyond my control”. 

 

I spoke earlier about “Buying American” or buying offshore.  Well now,  if I buy American,  my expectations are going to be just that much higher.   That’s all I’ll say.

 

Flame on!

 

Thanks for stopping by.