So, having spent much of last weekend sitting out in the front yard, surrounded by a small amount of no-longer-needed possessions up for sale, and manifestly failing to sell all but a few of them, it appears that this weekend might end up being a write-off as well.
What I ought to be going, is sitting in front of the Sleek and Intelligent Computer™ doing research for my piece of a report commissioned by a Certain Government Ministry, on the topic of 'New DNA Sequencing Technologies' (yes really). A topic which I know lots and lots about, allegedly. What I am doing, obviously, is writing yet another pithy, witty and profound blog entry.
[Standard dislaimers apply: certain aspects of the previous sentence may not be entirely true.]
The sad thing about last weekend was that the total take, for six hours of time, was about twenty bucks. That's just a hair over $3 an hour. The first job I ever had, in a furniture store, paid $3 an hour. That was 22 years ago.
All is not lost, however: the Junior Ricardipi had their karate classes cancelled, meaning more time for me to sit in front of the TV watching soccer oops-I-mean 'work on that report'. And not fiddle around with the blog, not at all.
In other news, the hawk has re-appeared and I snapped some pics with the [gasp!] film [gasp!] camera, which is equipped with a 300 mm zoom that should give a bit closer view than the digital did. And the bird was even facing in the right direction this time. Whenever we get around to finishing the film and developing it, I'll post one or two if they're not totally crap.