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My trainer called me to tell me that she was in the flash flood area yesterday. Her barn flooded, but fortunately some boarders were there and helped her clean it out. I got sucked into trying to solve a computer problem early yesterday morning, and only came up for air long enough to feed horses. I looked over my shoulder out the window several times, and remember thinking, "Hmm...lots of rain." It looks like it is going to be another soggy day.
I was reminded that we live in quicksand country as I was driving to a wedding on Friday. The traffic was extremely congested on I-25, and I had to stop on the bridge by Monument Creek. A jeep was near the creekbed up to its wheel covers in quicksand, spinning madly in attempt to get out. I was reminded of the time our neighbor RV's became stuck on his property during the Year of the Great Rains. A tow truck came to pull it out. Then a bigger tow truck came to pull them out. That was the year my trainer and her horse horse got into quick sand not fifty feet from my property line while we were on what was supposed to be a quiet trail ride. It took forty-five of the longest seconds of my life for Havoc to jump to solid ground.
I am somewhat bemused: after ten months of working with Linux, I finally found something I couldn't figure out. Sendmail is evil. About six hours into the session of trying to get the sendmail on my box to forward to act as a client to my ISP's SMTP, I decided it was futile. However, it took me another two hours before I actually forced myself to stop trying things. Sort of like getting stuck in quicksand.
I was reminded that we live in quicksand country as I was driving to a wedding on Friday. The traffic was extremely congested on I-25, and I had to stop on the bridge by Monument Creek. A jeep was near the creekbed up to its wheel covers in quicksand, spinning madly in attempt to get out. I was reminded of the time our neighbor RV's became stuck on his property during the Year of the Great Rains. A tow truck came to pull it out. Then a bigger tow truck came to pull them out. That was the year my trainer and her horse horse got into quick sand not fifty feet from my property line while we were on what was supposed to be a quiet trail ride. It took forty-five of the longest seconds of my life for Havoc to jump to solid ground.
I am somewhat bemused: after ten months of working with Linux, I finally found something I couldn't figure out. Sendmail is evil. About six hours into the session of trying to get the sendmail on my box to forward to act as a client to my ISP's SMTP, I decided it was futile. However, it took me another two hours before I actually forced myself to stop trying things. Sort of like getting stuck in quicksand.
