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On the way to Washington, DC. It’s a trip to the Patient Safety Standing Committee at the National Quality Forum.  NQF recommends measures that are used by Medicare to rate hospital performance.  Thus, a trip for the founder of this website, Spork Major, also known as my daughter, Millie Niss.  We do not want others to experience what Millie experienced with hospital acquired infections (HAIs), a missed diagnosis which if treated might have saved her, and death by sepsis.
Sepsis measures will be under consideration in the next few days.
And meanwhile, the gods were unkind with snow and fog and pellets of ice. Even the crows were disgruntled.
This is a trip for Millie.

On the way to Washington, DC. It’s a trip to the Patient Safety Standing Committee at the National Quality Forum.  NQF recommends measures that are used by Medicare to rate hospital performance.  Thus, a trip for the founder of this website, Spork Major, also known as my daughter, Millie Niss.  We do not want others to experience what Millie experienced with hospital acquired infections (HAIs), a missed diagnosis which if treated might have saved her, and death by sepsis.

Sepsis measures will be under consideration in the next few days.

And meanwhile, the gods were unkind with snow and fog and pellets of ice. Even the crows were disgruntled.

This is a trip for Millie.

The window is dark.  There is a wire running from the printer, across the top of the scanner and (in shadow) to the computer.
It is a USB cable which did not come with the printer, but we Sporks have all manner of cables, and this one was necessary to get the printer and the computer to speak to one another, although the conversation was not always cordial, and sometimes was downright rude.
The wonderful telephone support service does not operate on weekends.
The helpful CD caused a major computer crash involving hard power off, failure to reboot, and other heart-stopping episodes.
Then mysteriously and miraculously enabled the inactivated wireless signal.
A signal that went out into the universe but not into the computer —
until it did — at least for this day.
And now for the statistics, the time schedule:
11 AM Left home for computer store to pick up printer that was purchased online last night.
2 PM Unboxed, unwrapped printer and began “Getting Started” procedures.
3 PM Print head cleaning, followed by news that printer is ready to print, although not yet able to accept instruction from any device.
7 PM USB cable establishes limited communication.
9:53 PM Wireless connected.
I dare even my grandmother of the sunny outlook to find sunshine here so long after dark.

The window is dark.  There is a wire running from the printer, across the top of the scanner and (in shadow) to the computer.

It is a USB cable which did not come with the printer, but we Sporks have all manner of cables, and this one was necessary to get the printer and the computer to speak to one another, although the conversation was not always cordial, and sometimes was downright rude.

The wonderful telephone support service does not operate on weekends.

The helpful CD caused a major computer crash involving hard power off, failure to reboot, and other heart-stopping episodes.

Then mysteriously and miraculously enabled the inactivated wireless signal.

A signal that went out into the universe but not into the computer —

until it did — at least for this day.

And now for the statistics, the time schedule:

11 AM Left home for computer store to pick up printer that was purchased online last night.

2 PM Unboxed, unwrapped printer and began “Getting Started” procedures.

3 PM Print head cleaning, followed by news that printer is ready to print, although not yet able to accept instruction from any device.

7 PM USB cable establishes limited communication.

9:53 PM Wireless connected.

I dare even my grandmother of the sunny outlook to find sunshine here so long after dark.

An hour after the arrival of the box to the desk, the printer head is cleaning.  Note the quick start set-up sheet, the CD yet to be installed, the expended ink cartridge wrappers and holders in the trash, the reflection of daylit trees reflected on the cover of the shiny new printer.
No printing yet.  No connection to the computer, or to wifi, or to network.
But approximately four hours after setting off to claim the printer from the store, it is known that this printer is alive.
The patience of Job.has never been this Spork’s strong suit.  In fact, she is known for the absence of the patience of Job.

An hour after the arrival of the box to the desk, the printer head is cleaning.  Note the quick start set-up sheet, the CD yet to be installed, the expended ink cartridge wrappers and holders in the trash, the reflection of daylit trees reflected on the cover of the shiny new printer.

No printing yet.  No connection to the computer, or to wifi, or to network.

But approximately four hours after setting off to claim the printer from the store, it is known that this printer is alive.

The patience of Job.has never been this Spork’s strong suit.  In fact, she is known for the absence of the patience of Job.

Drove 40 miles to pick this up.
Not home free yet.
The Pessimistic Spork says, This may take awhile.
The Maternal Grandmother would say, Isn’t it lovely that blogs are constructed in reverse chonology, the newest first, and so your successes today will rise to the top for all to admire.  Your are my first grandchild and — although I claim no favorites — the cleverest of the lot, and so I know you will succeed at this grievous task.  You proved your talent to me long ago when you sewed buttons on Grandpa’s shirts for a nickel apiece.

Drove 40 miles to pick this up.

Not home free yet.

The Pessimistic Spork says, This may take awhile.

The Maternal Grandmother would say, Isn’t it lovely that blogs are constructed in reverse chonology, the newest first, and so your successes today will rise to the top for all to admire.  Your are my first grandchild and — although I claim no favorites — the cleverest of the lot, and so I know you will succeed at this grievous task.  You proved your talent to me long ago when you sewed buttons on Grandpa’s shirts for a nickel apiece.

This empty space is not a good empty space.It is not the result of efforts to minimize my carbon footprintIt is not the result of applying newly-acquired principals of office design.
It is the result of a fairly new printer giving up the ghost because I used it.
The new printer is ready for in-store pickup.
All I need to pick up the new printer is
Photo I.D.and a printout of the email informing me of the readiness of the new printer
It is too early in the day for me to enjoy this irony.

This empty space is not a good empty space.
It is not the result of efforts to minimize my carbon footprint
It is not the result of applying newly-acquired principals of office design.

It is the result of a fairly new printer giving up the ghost because I used it.

The new printer is ready for in-store pickup.

All I need to pick up the new printer is

Photo I.D.and a printout of the email informing me of the readiness of the new printer

It is too early in the day for me to enjoy this irony.

Maple Fest weekend at Beaver Meadow Audubon Center, North Java, NY.  Not much walking outside, but dozens of birds at the feeders.  Made my re-acquaintance with the American Tree Sparrow, which I hadn’t seen in many years, but remember from childhood.

Why did the Wild Turkey cross the road?
I leave the answer to your imagination, based upon your knowledge of Wild Turkey psyches.
But the larger question is — How did this Wild Turkey photo make it into the Great Backyard Bird Count Photo Contest?
And — how do we make a long story short?
Uploaded to the contest website and confirmed on February 27th — the Wild Turkey photo crossed the grand divide between computer and contest site using the contest upload tool — its crossing duly noted.
But the confirmation was a ghost, although this bird is not a ghost.
The ghostly occurrence discovered by pure accident.
The GBBC manager went the extra mile by checking her files and discovering the absence of this elegant fowl,
invited a manual resubmission,
and very kindly placed this one on the photo gallery website
for which I am very grateful.
Thanks!

Why did the Wild Turkey cross the road?

I leave the answer to your imagination, based upon your knowledge of Wild Turkey psyches.

But the larger question is — How did this Wild Turkey photo make it into the Great Backyard Bird Count Photo Contest?

And — how do we make a long story short?

Uploaded to the contest website and confirmed on February 27th — the Wild Turkey photo crossed the grand divide between computer and contest site using the contest upload tool — its crossing duly noted.

But the confirmation was a ghost, although this bird is not a ghost.

The ghostly occurrence discovered by pure accident.

The GBBC manager went the extra mile by checking her files and discovering the absence of this elegant fowl,

invited a manual resubmission,

and very kindly placed this one on the photo gallery website

for which I am very grateful.

Thanks!