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We were busier than you really want to be on the first day of a three day weekend.
I set off bright and early to try to get a state inspection sticker for our new Impreza. Normally you'd expect to get one from the dealer, but the stickers for the new month hadn't got there yet. It was an hour of frustration, as the station I had called first turned out to have a broken inspection machine, a second was closed, and a third had no mechanics on duty until Tuesday. At least I stopped at the lumber yard before coming home and got ten feet of window stop molding.
Anne came over and we tried to get her started with a web page. Since she has a new ISP, the first obstacle was the classic “Hello World” problem -- like learning a new programming language, the hardest part was to get everything in the right places with the right names. She's off and running now, at her own URL, with lots of pictures she scanned here.
By midafternoon we went to Anne's apartment and put in the window stops, installed a motion-sensor-controlled front light, and strung a telephone cord for her modem. We finished with a pizza and an episode of South Park.
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