So, a day or two ago, I asked Helen how one configures the TV so I can play Pandora through the receiver instead of the crummy laptop speakers I usually have to resort to. She was in the tub at the time and basically said, I have to show you, so some other time. So, fine. Today, she remembers this and starts fooling around with all the gear while Im futzing in the kitchen with the second half of the Romas. From the living room: Do you have a hole saw for your drill? I answered in the affirmative, but, um why? It turned out there was too much stuff where the A/V stack was parked, so she planned to cut holes in the back for both ventilation and cable egress, the better to get out the power strips. And, as she put it, the towering affront was that it was like letting a stranger label your whole studio. This, apparently, means war. I showed her where the hole saw was, but I knew she was serious when she came out with my big hammer drill, one I almost never use. I am my fathers daughter, she proclaimed. By God, I use the best tool for the job! Indeed.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 23:16:46 +0000