Eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month

Nina’s. I am on my laptop, on Linux, on wireless, writing with OpenOffice. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. The browser page came up instantly—so that is even better than Windows. Well, the “old” Windows, anyway, which required that you find and connect to a new network. That’s what I was doing yesterday—trying to get Linux wireless working on a partition on my laptop. The flavor of Linux was Suse. There are a lot of things that I like about Suse, but I couldn’t get wireless working. So I went to the Kubuntu CD that I’d burned probably last spring. Voilà.


The other test is to take the laptop to bed, which I did last night. But there were battery detection problems. Also, Kubuntu makes an awful sound when there is an error—like a breaking lightbulb. And I couldn’t figure out how to add software. I copied the newest stable ISO, but then, the CD-burning program didn’t work.
Anyway, here I am in a coffee shop, wireless, Linux.
The lead headline in the Star Tribune this morning is rising interest rates. The decision has been made: Keeping our current home equity line-of-credit, but locking in the attic and windows expenses ($26,000) as a fixed-rate, fixed-term loan. 6.99% for 25 or 30 years. I don’t get an employee discount off the interest, but I get to keep the line-of-credit, and there are no closing costs or other expenses. The office opens at 9:00. I will call them right away.
Last night, after Dorothea and Liam went in the basement to watch a movie, I went out in the backyard to sit by the fire and smoke a cigar. I have been carrying for a week in my jean jacket pocket my most recent Stogies on Grand purchase—the ring says “C.A.0. L’Anniversaire.” It had a rating of 93, the highest that I saw in my price range (about $10.) Dorothea has earlier started a fire using the 2×6 scraps from Brad framing the attic. He throws them out the window. Hope I don’t get hit in the head. But the attic window is closed, Brad long gone. I went over to the side of the house and picked two pieces, and all I had to do was set them on the few remaining embers from the afternoon. After momentary smoking, the flames kicked in. Stella sniffed around in the dark. I lit the cigar. I really do have to get a guillotine cutter. I tried cutting the end with a paring knife. No good.
The sky was clear to the west, and just hazy enough to the east to slightly blur a three-quarter moon as it progressed from behind Judy’s house, to the open sky in the gap between our houses, and then disappeared behind or roof, the very attic of our house that is getting worked on. I had the distinct feeling the end of that fire would be the end of Fall. The day had been unseasonably warm. Dorothea and I went on a long bike ride, surely the last of the season. Predictions are now that it’ll get cold and rainy.