Good news, bad news
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skyringHeld up on At Your Command by inability to write to the database using a stored procedure or a query. I can read from it, but can't write. Not unless I go into the database tool the ASPXConnection guys have set up and enter stuff directly, but that's really really tacky.
I've put in a comment on the forum and with any luck someone, probably one of the staff, will come up with something so simple even I should have noticed.
Mixed bag yesterday. Kerri used up her rest day by being active - gardening, shopping, housework. Mind you, last time she came back from a long trip she went to work the next day and keeled over half way through so she was just being careful. Knock on the door about tea time, and our brave little doglet raised a ruckus, sticking her head out the cat flap and barking loudly, but not actually going outside. It was the guy from Qantas with Kerri's bag, full of all her go-to-meeting clothes. Liberally sprinkled with talcum powder from where a container had busted open in transit. No explanation of what had caused the delay. Daughter hauled out all the travel packs of cosmetics and stuff and was happy. I got a little snowdome of Washington which is dreadfully cute, but not quite what I'd buy myself. As I said to Kerri, my present is sitting beside me.
Bad news is that she lost her official passport and some other documentation, probably at Sydney airport. We turned the house upside down looking for it, but found nothing but a pile of fluff and a 50 Kroner note under the bed. Real useful that - the exchange fee would be more than the value and I'd have to pay to get rid of it. She worked out that it must have fallen out in a queue at the airport, because that's the last time she saw it or needed it. Almost certainly it will have been found by someone in authority and forwarded to her work, but still it's a self-inflicted kick in the bum.
Kerri reports that Americans don't know beans about food. Seems they don't eat lamb in any shape, and their idea of Chinese tucker stops at the vegetables. Served on flat plates with no chopsticks, if you can believe it. Her experiences with a hot dog and a Dr Pepper on Pennsylvania Avenue were heartrending. You'd think that the home of the hot dog could do something reasonable, but no.
She was wildly enthusastic about French cooking, however. Had a dinner at some little restaurant a stone's throw from the Seine and Notre Dame.
Hmmm. Spring is here. The first blowies have entered the house in response to me putting on dinner - corn-fed chook - and leaving the door open for ventilation without pulling the screen to. Good news is that I can wear shorts and polo shirt during the day. Bad news is that my morning walks are still a little nippy and I have to cover my bald spot witha beanie.
I've put in a comment on the forum and with any luck someone, probably one of the staff, will come up with something so simple even I should have noticed.
Mixed bag yesterday. Kerri used up her rest day by being active - gardening, shopping, housework. Mind you, last time she came back from a long trip she went to work the next day and keeled over half way through so she was just being careful. Knock on the door about tea time, and our brave little doglet raised a ruckus, sticking her head out the cat flap and barking loudly, but not actually going outside. It was the guy from Qantas with Kerri's bag, full of all her go-to-meeting clothes. Liberally sprinkled with talcum powder from where a container had busted open in transit. No explanation of what had caused the delay. Daughter hauled out all the travel packs of cosmetics and stuff and was happy. I got a little snowdome of Washington which is dreadfully cute, but not quite what I'd buy myself. As I said to Kerri, my present is sitting beside me.
Bad news is that she lost her official passport and some other documentation, probably at Sydney airport. We turned the house upside down looking for it, but found nothing but a pile of fluff and a 50 Kroner note under the bed. Real useful that - the exchange fee would be more than the value and I'd have to pay to get rid of it. She worked out that it must have fallen out in a queue at the airport, because that's the last time she saw it or needed it. Almost certainly it will have been found by someone in authority and forwarded to her work, but still it's a self-inflicted kick in the bum.
Kerri reports that Americans don't know beans about food. Seems they don't eat lamb in any shape, and their idea of Chinese tucker stops at the vegetables. Served on flat plates with no chopsticks, if you can believe it. Her experiences with a hot dog and a Dr Pepper on Pennsylvania Avenue were heartrending. You'd think that the home of the hot dog could do something reasonable, but no.
She was wildly enthusastic about French cooking, however. Had a dinner at some little restaurant a stone's throw from the Seine and Notre Dame.
Hmmm. Spring is here. The first blowies have entered the house in response to me putting on dinner - corn-fed chook - and leaving the door open for ventilation without pulling the screen to. Good news is that I can wear shorts and polo shirt during the day. Bad news is that my morning walks are still a little nippy and I have to cover my bald spot witha beanie.
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Date: 2004-09-21 10:50 am (UTC)This comment inspired me to get a lamb sandwich for lunch at my favorite Greek take-out!