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Sunday, March 16 2003
It was a beautiful day, the warmest one since we moved into this house. The snow began melting in earnest and for once the outdoors seemed more inviting than the indoors. I went out to the trampoline and cleared off the last glob of snow as well as fallen sticks and pine needles so that we could use it as a piece of outdoor lounge furniture, a suitable place for sunning and reading The New Yorker. But once it was clear, all I wanted to do was use the trampoline for its intended purpose. Then Gretchen came out and jumped on the trampoline even more vigorously. Sally and the cats also took turns on the trampoline, though they weren't really into its dynamic capabilities. When we'd originally moved into our house, Gretchen had, for liability reasons, been insistent that the trampoline be taken by the previous owner, who still intends to come for it "after the the thaw." But now it's pretty clear we'll be keeping it.
Sally and the cats were as enthusiastic about the spring weather as we were. They explored far and wide in freshly snow-free areas in the peripheral woods. Later they all went out on the little roof outside the window of my laboratory. It's the only roof of the house having a slope gentle enough to sit on.


Sally and Noah.


Sally, Edna and Noah.


Sally.


Edna drinks meltwater and Noah hangs out beside my Molson Ice.

Other tasks undertaken today included a much-needed reorganization and sorting of directories on my main computer's hard drive. I had archives from various dates of my various websites and databases strewn across four logical drives. Now they're all together in one place where I can find them and archive them on CDs.
Another thing I found myself spending entirely too much time doing was setting up my slide scanner for its first use since I lived in San Diego (I have slides to scan for a web client). Since San Diego, the world has changed and now I use Windows 2000 on my main workstation, now Windows 98. Unfortunately, the scanner would only operate under Windows 98, forcing me to attach it to the boxless computer I use for digital electronics experiments. That was just the start of my troubles. Only hours later did I discover that a strange solarization of scanned images was the result of a poorly-seated parallel connector, which was leaving low-order bits out of the bytes of the images being scanned.

This evening Gretchen and I went to the Saugerties residence of Katie and Louis for dinner and this week's episode of Six Feet Under. Mary was also there, and since she had no other transportation, she rode back to Woodstock with us at the end of the evening.
Tonight was the first time I'd seen the new Fox sitcom, Oliver Beene, which is set in a realistically dysfunctional early-60s. It's hilarious - perhaps the best live-action comedy yet. [REDACTED]

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