Saturday 02/01/2025
Six hours of sleep, maybe. Put on my red docent shirt for the first time in a month or more. Had breakfast in the dining room for a change, but sat at a single table and read the internet. I like being unsociable once in a while.
Spent some time reading poetry looking for something to read on Monday. I like Ellen Bass’s work. Apparently she’s well-known; I had no clue. “Relax” is both funny and profound.
Off the museum, stopping on the way to buy a sampler of kombucha flavors. I have never tried Kombucha. I think I probably won’t like it. But I’m going to try some. Maybe organize a tasting.
Led a tour of 30 or so, and some S.O.B. kept my transistors. I had 3 transistors in a little plastic box as a show and tell. As we got to the place I wanted to talk about transistors I would hand the box to the nearest person in the group and say, “Take a quick look and pass it on.” As the box travels through the group I say “What you are looking at is three little silver cans each with three gold wires sticking out — do you know what those are?” Usually people don’t recognize them so I explain “Those are transistors, you’ve never seen them loose like that, but you are carrying several billion-with-a-b of them in your pocket right now.” And I go on to explain they do the same job as a vacuum tube that we have already talked about, but better. And somewhere along here I say, “Who’s got my transistors?” and whoever in the group ended up with them, gives them back.
Not today. Whichever person ended up with my little box of transistors — maybe not somebody in the tour group, there were lots of people in the museum today and people kept joining and dropping off — whoever last had them, kept them. Bastard!
I have some more transistors but no more little clear hinged boxes. Had to spend half an hour online trying to find a replacement.
Took a nap before supper and slept for over an hour, so rather than go down late, I just at a sandwich in my room.
Codgerville 