Wednesday
Last day. Today I learned more about paperless offices. I’ve always thought this sounded like more trouble than it was worth. Paper storage doesn’t really cost much in Denver. Staff time does. But now with everything residing on the server anyway, I’m thinking it’s probably time to go ahead and eliminate the paper files, starting with the current year. We originate almost all the paper on our own computers anyway. We can carry a scanner for the occasional client paper we want to include and reference in to our work. I’d start with the current year, and let the older ones in storage just fall off by attrition.
Yeah. I think it’s time.
Out of here by twelve-thirty. Went straight to see our new friends Steve and Linda. Scored the windsurfer. OK. The windsurfer case was slightly overstated. There were not two masts. Only one. Steve gave us a like new, intermediate board, one mast, three sails, three dagger boards, and all the miscellaneous goodies and gear to hook it all up.
It doesn’t hang anywhere on the outside of the motorhome. We just dropped it all in the front room of the motorhome and took it to Susie and Johns on the river. Then we dropped it all in their garage. We’ll figure out Plan B later. Now, I just want to sleep.
Oh wait. I have to tell you about Judy’s red pickup driver. We picked up this red pickup truck on Interstate 10 in Phoenix. We drove north on Highway 51, a freeway, for miles and miles. He stayed right with us. He was driving erratically. I expected him to pass, but he never did. He would get right next to us on our shoulder, then just ride right there in my blind spot. That’s not easy to do from the adjacent lane. Every time one lane slowed down, it would throw the whole thing off. But for all his lane changing, diving in and out of traffic, he never got by. Finally just as he started to peel off at the exit, he started honking like crazy. Judy looked down and he was right next to her waving. He wasn’t wearing any pants, and his hand was in his lap waving furiously.
