By Holly the Assistant
(Sarah is working on comments from the editor for Witch’s Daughter today, and also letting the antibiotic kick in.)
I have very little to say today, I’m afraid: the sun is shining between much needed rainstorms, my rain gauge blew away, the weeds are growing faster than the gardens . . . and the dogs relocated the front yard to the sidewalk, a joint project achieved separately in between spates of trying to murder each other. (No, the photo is not one of them. They’re in time out.)
I do finally have the new computer up and running. The old one failed in an entirely improbable and perplexing way, with first Firefox, then Discord, then finally the OS refusing to recognize keyboard input, over a week’s time. Pale Moon, which is my secondary browser, and LibreOffice still both talk to both keyboards. When you can type text in some programs but not in the OS search function box . . . well, it’s probably MY computer.
Spring is as busy as fall around here, with the trees currently enthusiastically enlisting everyone in their reproduction projects whether or not we’re willing participants. And of course the grass is growing, the wildfires are burning, and we’re side-eyeing the large puffy clouds overhead for their intentions regarding rain, hail, and lightening.
The oldest cat is on my lap discouraging gardening work by emitting sleepions, the younger two are probably opening cupboards somewhere, or maybe rewiring something (they are Indy and company’s full siblings). What’s up at your place?
Does anyone want to help remodel with the cats? The Wolf just said something about paint . . .
According To Hoyt 
I hope nobody messes up the Diner… too much. [Crazy Grin]
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Rain. We could surely use some in the southeast. Im doing my part: i planted flower seeds on the steepest slope of the yard, and when my car is back from the mechanic I’m taking it for detailing
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The OS search box in Windows 10, and maybe also 11, is outright unreliable.
I do not know why it refuses input, for me, at times.
I’ve figured out how to install command line programs in windows 10 without directly adding them to the path.
First, I have a text editer, either a GUI like Kate (installs vis MS store) or Notepad++, or an already working command line set up. SEcond I have a command prompt (such as Windows terminal from the MS store), and know how to use the path command as a query. Path at the command line, in the ‘old’ prompt (the one that is /not/ powerscript), gives me the list of things that I have added to the path, with installers and such.
Anyway, I first installed Midnight Commander or mc in windows using Chocolatey.
Then using my text editor, I created a two line file.
@ECHO OFF
“C:\Program Files\Midnight Commander\mc.exe”
I saved those two lines to C:\Users\Luser\AppData\Local\Microsoft\WindowsApps\mc.bat
(I already knew that I had the directory added to the path, and that I could save or copy files to it.)
Now I can just CD to my J:\ or K:\ drives, and type mc, and I can poke around in the files I actually want to explore.
The sensible answers would be wsl2 for 10 and 11, or finishing the switch to Linux. In theory, I can use these answers for my hypothetical windows 7 toolchain install.
I’ve been spending time on stuff I may waste if I do not put in the follow up work. (I do not have an ideal track record on follow up, or finishing.)
The command line stuff currently is less scary to me than what I should be finishing. But, this is clearly my own internal levels of anxiety. I learned command line decades ago, then got scared of it while I was not using it. Then six months or so of using cut my anxiety levels way down, and something I was too scared to do last fall is potentially something I can whip out when I have an afternoon to spare.
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Our cats didn’t do remodeling. Each had their favorite place to nap, one for each level of one of our cat trees, the others, their favorite counters by the windows. One was into art appreciation. She liked to sit on the shelf above our TV and stare at the artwork on our walls. Of course our oldest and most mischievous used his own unique alarm clock on me. I used to come home and empty my pockets onto our 5.5 foot high chiffarobe. If I didn’t wake up early enough for his taste, he would leap from the tile floor up to the top of the chiffarobe and proceed to knock one penny at a time down to the floor, then wait a few seconds to see if I was awake before repeating the process.
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Vader would sit firmly on my feet. If that didn’t do the job he would creep slowly up and nibble on my chin.
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Irish government survived vote of confidence by 5 votes. There were some high profile defectors, mostly from the left, which is worrisome because the left seems to be doing the best out of all this. . the Irish government had already surrendered on the fuel tax that was the proximate cause of the protests, but the British government has not. Hence protests have moved north of the border with the Ballygawley roundabout in Tyrone closed. That’s a major node in the road network up there.
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Tammy (Burmese, and basically the first cat I had on my own) would assume the legless position on my chest and purr in the morning. That was fine, but some mornings her next move would be to lick my eyelids. That’ll get you going -straight up.
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