I must remember…
apt-get –reinstall install xfonts-base
mkfontdir
mkfontscale
Things work much better now. I don’t know why my font’s went away, but Linux really did not care for it.
Now to figure out the stereo crap on the Van. Will call Tech support tomorrow. (It’s OK, they are in VA.) If there is no solutin by the end of the call, The Van will be Re Wired.
I was ill all night last night and I didn’t sleep but two or three hours total. The good new is this morning my pants were barely staying on me so I don’t need to get new ones. WHUMP!! THUD! THUMP! Stomp! Stomp! mutter mutter “F’n Pollyanna.” Puts Gordon’s crobar away. Mutter. Mutter. Huff. Huff. PAUSE… “SHIT!!” STOMP. STOMP. Drags body, drags body, dumps body. Skip. Hop. Dance. Whistle. Sings Sings a song…makes it simple…some happy… some sad. WHUMP!! THUD! THUMP! Stomp! Stomp! mutter mutter
Had a very long day at work. 9 hour straight. Needed to get stuff done. The idea was to go home an hour early. It didn’t work out that way. I was still not feeling well, was extremely sleepy and I was afraid if I went home for lunch I’d fall asleep, get sick again, or both. 4:30 came around and I got a second wind in me.
One of our homeowners/developers/agents was in today. He’s a demanding fellow and get a bit pissy because I generally say things that he doesn’t want to hear. i.e. I tell the truth. Last time he came in he was starting to get on my nerves so I was extra nice to him. Where/who ever I got “well bless your little heart” and similar back handed complimentary remarks from, Thank you. It’s amazing how that can work.
Anyhow, when he came in today, he was very cordial with me. So we played I’m more cordial than you. I think the idea was to get what he wanted, and I was tired enough that i didn’t really care and he could’ve had what he wanted for all I cared, except we didn’t have what he wanted and he never asked me if we did, and I didn’t volunteer the information so i one that round. Mostly I think because by the end of it he was trying really hard not to laugh uncontrollably. When i finally broke out in a giggle fit he flat out asked why he couldn’t see such n such documentation, and it took me 5 minutes to calm down enough to tell him we’ve never managed that property. He was starting to get pissed, then I think he realized that he never actually asked me for the info, just very nicely demanded that I let him have the information, then asked how to get it. to which my replies were all along the lines of “I would be delighted to get you the information, but I’m sorry to say I’m not authorized to give it to you.” “I would need to ask the manager of the property”, “I would love to help you with that, but they are quite unobtainable for me”, “Their assistant is bound to be a wonderful asset in assisting your needs”, and so on.
Also, this guy came in today with a briefcase. This briefcase was so beat up and used, it had character. I mean, the leather was clean, but really rough, and some of it was coming undone. You could tell it was well loved. It struck me enough that I commented on it to the man that had it.
It was made from the skin of his first Buffalo he shot, on his first hunt that he went on with his father. He tanned the leather and made the case, desk, and the chair that matches it all himself. over 30 years ago. It was the only time he had been allowed to hunt with his father. It seems his father didn’t trust him with a bow and then died shortly after that.
I need to go to bed.