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First frost! The grass around the house was silvery & crunchy as the morning broke. I am thinking this is it: Autumn Intractable. Resolute! Immutable! No more hot weather holidays. (It was close to 90° F just five days ago.)
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I finished a Remuneration project. Shipped it off to the client. Billed it—which means I will spend the next five days in a state of hysteria: But what if they don't pay me? what if the kiskas & I are forced to move into the refrigerator box beneath the bridge???? Such paranoia is the bane of the freelancer's life.
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Then I went to the upscale supermarket.
There was a particular treat I loved as a little girl: stewed dried fruit. I hadn't thought of it in years, but for some reason, I thought of it yesterday, and went hunting around for dried apricots, dried peaches, dried pears. They don't sell those things in one convenient package anymore—& I was hit by my foolish naivete: I mean, of course, there will be trends in food! There are trends in everything else! And as an old person, I am now on the wrong side of all of them.
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In the evening, I played around with the Shawangunk Dems' website. It's on Squarespace, a popular website building/hosting company that I'm not crazy about.
Back in the days of HTML & CSS, I was fairly proficient at building websites—not great, but better than okay. The switch to using a template-based interface like Squarespace is a bit like driving an automatic transmission when you're used to manual. In some ways, it's easier, but in some ways, it's not, plus you have much less control.
I didn't bother to read any manuals. I just rolled up my sleeves and plunged straight into the backend. One real problem with Squarespace is that it doesn't have a preview mode. All the mistakes you're making, you're making in real time where the whole world can see! That means you have to figure out how to correct those mistakes right away! I was up past midnight.
It was fun the same way working out a complicated organic chemistry problem is fun. (You have ethanol and every catalyst known to man. Synthesize isobutyronitrile...) Or preparing a complicated tax return is fun. (Noah, a U.S. citizen, is also a digital nomad and a business owner. He is in the midst of a divorce from Imane, a Saudi Arabian national. His children, Homer and Lisa, are joint nationals...) Or interpreting the Torah or Upanishads is fun.
And, yes, those things are fun for me.
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I finished a Remuneration project. Shipped it off to the client. Billed it—which means I will spend the next five days in a state of hysteria: But what if they don't pay me? what if the kiskas & I are forced to move into the refrigerator box beneath the bridge???? Such paranoia is the bane of the freelancer's life.
###
Then I went to the upscale supermarket.
There was a particular treat I loved as a little girl: stewed dried fruit. I hadn't thought of it in years, but for some reason, I thought of it yesterday, and went hunting around for dried apricots, dried peaches, dried pears. They don't sell those things in one convenient package anymore—& I was hit by my foolish naivete: I mean, of course, there will be trends in food! There are trends in everything else! And as an old person, I am now on the wrong side of all of them.
###
In the evening, I played around with the Shawangunk Dems' website. It's on Squarespace, a popular website building/hosting company that I'm not crazy about.
Back in the days of HTML & CSS, I was fairly proficient at building websites—not great, but better than okay. The switch to using a template-based interface like Squarespace is a bit like driving an automatic transmission when you're used to manual. In some ways, it's easier, but in some ways, it's not, plus you have much less control.
I didn't bother to read any manuals. I just rolled up my sleeves and plunged straight into the backend. One real problem with Squarespace is that it doesn't have a preview mode. All the mistakes you're making, you're making in real time where the whole world can see! That means you have to figure out how to correct those mistakes right away! I was up past midnight.
It was fun the same way working out a complicated organic chemistry problem is fun. (You have ethanol and every catalyst known to man. Synthesize isobutyronitrile...) Or preparing a complicated tax return is fun. (Noah, a U.S. citizen, is also a digital nomad and a business owner. He is in the midst of a divorce from Imane, a Saudi Arabian national. His children, Homer and Lisa, are joint nationals...) Or interpreting the Torah or Upanishads is fun.
And, yes, those things are fun for me.
