The iOS Microsoft Authenticator app lost my 2FA codes. Luckily there’s only one that mattered today, and I could temporarily disable the Wordfence security plugin to gain access to my blog.
This underscores the importance of retaining backup recovery codes. Somehow at least, I’ve not actually figured that bit out just yet.
Stella cat looking intently through the white-painted stair rail.
On Thursday I signed up to the Butternut Box dog food delivery service and was pleasantly surprised to see they’d deliver an introductory pack of 2 weeks of food the very next day.
The sign up and variety selection process was pleasant enough I suppose, and I looked forward to getting, er⦠told Pumpkin to look forward to some lovely new food.
She’s been a very fussy eater of late, probably because she’s started the transition from puppy to lady dog. So we’ve tried introducing her to new varieties of biscuits, wet foodā¦
Anyway, as soon as their delivery partner’s email dropped in my inbox my heart sank. dpd have a well-deserved negative reputation. But hey, how difficult is it to deliver a box within a 1-hour window?
Bear in mind I’d instructed Butternut Box that our safe space is to the right of the house behind the bins. In the shade. Bear in mind I’d already informed dpd too. Easy.
I arrived home just after my wife had returned with daughter1, to a box dropped upside-down at the front door in the heat of mid-afternoon sun. The contents had started to defrost but at least Butternut Box said they could be refrozen if still cold to the touchā¦
So I complained.
I tried to complain.
The reply-to email address is a ‘no-reply’. The from email address was returned to me with AI instructions to try another one, which elicited an AI response letting me know that I could save a safe space location in my Butternut Box account and with dpd.
Sigh.
Right, let’s close the account.
That’s not possible without a message to either an AI or via a telephone call. So I asked the AI to delete my account. Nope, had to wait for a human to contact me to do it.
So I waited.
Just tried signing into the account in the app and on the web site. Nope, it’s now an invalid email or password.
Erā¦
They shut the account without a request for feedback. To be fair it’s what I asked for, but it all seems just so impersonal.
No, I cannot recommend Butternut box and I emphatically cannot recommend their delivery partner dpd.
But hey, at least Pumpkin has a new branded bandana. It’s too small to fit her, but hey we can’t have everything.
A Butternut Box branded bandana in a table with, in the background Pumpkin, a female black cavapoo dog. She’s waiting to be let out to chase a neighbourhood black cat invading her back garden.
The advice I was given was it was over-watered. Or under-watered. Or needed more light. Or had contracted a plant disease (despite not being close to any others for a couple of years).
So this is what I’m left with.
A sad and utterly bedraggled peace lily plant.
After cutting all the dead stems off I teased the dead half of the root structure away and threw it out, worked some compost in and around the roots, gave it a light watering and will leave it a week before its next feed.
Oh, the pot liner had drain holes in the base, and I’d simply not thought to empty the stagnant water out again – which is why I got a big mug full last time. Yes, of course I sniffed it this time!
The worst that’s going to happen is it dies and I buy a fourth. Or a cactus. But after seeing a couple of recent new leaves I’m hopeful I can assist in resurrecting itself.
Or, maybe I’ll do a search for “un-killable house or office plants”!
I acquired a peace lily plant when my last boss retired in November. I feel a great responsibility to keep it alive. I’d killed 2 of his previous plants and bought this a couple of years ago to make amends.
A desk with a peace lily plant in a white pot. To its right is an IKEA watering can. To the right of that are some papers. In the foreground is a mug with a cat motif, it is full of a very dark brown liquid.
Until recently it positively thrived in my care, but this week it drooped. It has browning leaves too despite it being watered to the same schedule and with the same volume of water my ex-boss used. (Science)!
Now if you hear in mind that I’ve been poking my finger into the soil between twice-weekly watering sessions, and it’s always been just slightly moist. But today I tested at 180ā° from my usual place.
The photo caption mentions a dark brown liquid. My poking finger submerged up to the first knuckle.
Oops!
Kitchen roll pushed into the pot absorbed some of the surface water, but it just kept on absorbing and absorbing andā¦
I cradled the plant and tipped up the pot over my mug (which needed a wash anyway). Most went in the mug.
“I signed up for Book Bub a while back. Everyday I get free books on my Kindle thanks to this email. Problem is I am not a fast reader. I have so many unread books on my Kindle that will probably last me the rest of my life. I need to learn how to read faster and read more consistently.”
A slightly enhanced version of my reply follows.
Greg’s words got me thinking of where I am, not actually reading, but definitely collecting books for some time in the future when the ‘book thing’ switches on againā¦
About 40 years ago I began to make weekly or slightly less frequent visits to a used books market stall that bought the books back for half the purchase price. Their science fiction collection drew 100% of my interest and I struggled mightily to come away with only a few at a time.
As an already insatiable reader I learned to read fast, to get the meat out of a story, and maybe a little more. Books l loved I kept, the rest eventually got returned. I read them all. And things slowed down a bit.
The candidates for keepers I read again, more slowly this time, and culled those that didn’t entertain me. So things slowed down a bit more.
Finally I read again what was left, savouring the nuanced stuff I’d inevitably find in and between the lines. And there I found the keepers.
A 1978 reprint of Isaac Asimov’s ‘Pebble’ in the Sky’ novel. Originally purchased used for Ā£0.40 I could have got Ā£0.20 from the market stall if I’d returned it. But I did not. (The turned over corners are not my doing, I abhor it).
Eventually life changed and I stopped visiting that market stall. I found enough to fill the void. Family, responsibility, different stuff.
Retirement’s a few years off yet, but close enough that I know what I’ll be doing for at least a part of it.
And last year I found another market stall, one town over.
We had a first ‘Oddbox’1 of fruit delivered yesterday. Priced against a major supermarket chain there’s a distinct disadvantage to a consumer having a literal box of fruit delivered weekly or fortnightly2, but life’s about so much more right?
The company’s basic premise is that they take the fruit (and vegetables) supermarkets deem too misshapen, too large or too small, or with slight weather damage. It’s ‘wonky’. It stops farmers having to throw produce away because of some ideal.
Back to economics.
For just over Ā£15 including a delivery fee they delivered (in a ‘Modern Milkman’ van) 9 apples, 6 not-quite-ripe bananas, 6 oranges, a punnet of grapes, a similar weight of small sweet tomatoes, and a ripe pineapple.
7 apples and 6 oranges in front of a fruit bowl, the contents of which aren’t shown.
I know I’m paying for the convenience and yes, feel good factor, but right now I don’t care. I have to do something to get my blood pressure and cholesterol down and so I think I can support this, at least for a while.
Filing this, in my head, under ‘healthy’.
And now all I have to do is wean my habits off Spam, big meaty breakfasts once a week, kebabs, and⦠(gulps) chocolate.
So, ideas, that’s why I signed up. You’d think I’d be old enough to know what I want.
Apparently not.
https://www.oddbox.co.uk – tagline: “Rescue the “too wonky” and “too many” direct from farmers to your door, and help fight food waste with every deliciously odd fruit and veg box delivery.” ↩
A term for every 2 weeks, in case you’re thinking instead about a multiplayer video game with a Battle Royale. ↩
Pumpkin puppy had her first major haircut a few weeks ago, going from this delightfully shaggy dog:
Pumpkin puppy, a cavapoo dog in need of a haircut.
To this somewhat severe poodle-styled cut:
Pumpkin looking surprised after a rather over-zealous haircut. It’d be fair to say none of us are happy with the cut – making her look more like a poodle than a poodle-Cavalier King Charles spaniel hybrid.
Though we’ve used the grooming place for 10 years (with Ruby dog), and though Pumpkin’s first trim was fine we probably won’t be going back again. They completely ignored my wife’s instructions to give Pumpkin an overall trim, just clearing her eyes and arse of the longest hairā¦
To be fair, she can see now. And her hair will grow to look more like her ‘breed’ should.
My wife bought me a CD (Compact Disc) for Valentine’s Day, for my car, to be played when she’s not in it. Though she respects the influence the band had on the music recording industry she’s not a fan of Talking Heads. She’ll listen to other people’s cover versions though, and is especially fond of Simply Red’s ‘Heaven’. Weird.
But I have a shiny new CD.
Talking Heads ‘The Best Of Talking Heads’ compilation album. Pumpkin puppy wonders if she can chew the case. No Pumpkin, over my dead body.
It took way longer than I wanted to fight my way through the plastic wrapper, the pull tab on the strip running around it was completely hidden. Fingernails scrabbling at the wrapper overlap at the top edge of the case used to be the way I got in, and today was no exception.
Extracted it, placed it in the DVD player under the TV, closed the tray and pressed ā¶ļø.
And this is what I see.
A useless CD track listing in a TV, indicating only Track 1, Track 2, etc., though it does show track durations.
What century are we living in?
Well, right now I am living in the nineteen-seventies and eighties – matching the dates of the tracks (from 1977 to 1988). And do you know, it wasn’t a bad time to grow up after all.
Anyway, for me there’s just one track missing from this 18 track album – and it’s ‘Making Flippy Floppy’.
My favourites on this disc though?
All. They made enough to leave a tremendous legacy, but not enough to get tired of. And while I like to think after all these years I’ve heard all of their stuff I know I haven’t.
Ok, ok.
‘This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)’. It’s on right now.
I wanted it to be played on the last App.net social network’s Monday Night Dance Party, but making the request spelled the DJ’s @ name incorrectly.
I’ve been using Things 3 for iOS for some months now and generally get along with it well. It’s not as complex or as fully-featured as OmniFocus can be or as difficult for me to use as Todoist, butā¦
Or I was using it until I saw a summary of how far Apple’s own Reminders has come since the last time I tried to use it.
A screenshot cropped from the latest Apple Reminders app on my iPhone XS.
After finding a script to export everything1 from Things into Reminders I’ve spent time over the last day re-adding dates, times and repeats.
And I’m happy to say Reminders now does everything I want from it.
And I can share the responsibility of bringing reminded about things with the rest of my family now. Apart from my wife, who resolutely fails to consider Apple devices as usable.
Heck, it even seems to me to share feature parity and ease of use with OmniFocus from iOS 6. This is a good thing.
I was wrong, I’d missed a couple of quite significant lists. Anyway, unlike the regular share that exports all a list’s entries into a single task, the script at least shares complete entries to other apps. ↩