Royal Blood
I finished Royal Blood
, the third Royal Spyness mystery by Rhys Bowen, this afternoon at lunch.
This may be my favorite of the bunch so far. The Romanian vampire/werewolf angle was done tongue-in-cheek for the most part, and we all hope that Darcy will do right by Georgie one of these days - and I don't mean marrying her...
My rating: 
Alexis and Jamie
Carole and I drove up the hill with Ann and Yvette for the wedding reception of my niece Alexis and her new husband Jamie.
Satisfaction…
There is something very satisfying when you're snaking a drain and the standing water rushes down because you cleared the clog.
Over the last couple of days, I've been fighting some back-ups in the plumbing system at my house. It's almost certain that I caused the problem myself - I put some leftover mashed potatoes, cooked carrots, and cooked green beans down the garbage disposal. Right afterward while I was hand-washing some dishes (with the water running), Carole came in to report that the bathtub drain was backing up - which is never a good sign.
I grabbed my trusty 25 foot 1/4" hand snake, and started working it down the main clean-out. I spooled out all 25 feet, but the water was still sitting there, so I got in the car to drive to Home Depot to buy a 40' snake. (In my mind, if 40' doesn't do it, you need to call a plumber...)
On the way, Carole called to tell me that the drain was flowing, so I turned around and came home. When I got there, the kitchen and bathtub drains were flowing well, but the front bathroom sink was totally stopped up.
My regular snake doesn't fit into the bathroom sink drain, so the next day Carole looked for one of those 3 foot Turbo Snakes at Target, with no luck. Yesterday, I stopped at OSH and got a Turbo Snake and an 8' 1/4" auger snake, which has an end piece that fits into the bathroom sink drain.
The Turbo Snake did nothing - it's good for minor hair clogs, but not for anything serious. I fed the 8' auger snake all the way in, and the water began draining, but very, very slowly. I headed back to OSH and got a new 25' 1/4" snake - the kind with the orange plastic case that holds the snake. When I got home, I cut down the head so it was small enough to fit into the bathroom sink drain.
All 25' went in, and the drain went from very, very slowly to just very slowly. I talked it over with Carole, and we decided to let it drain until there was no standing water in the sink, and then use Liquid Plumr. When I poured it in, the sink had stopped draining completely, so the chemicals just sat there in the sink.
Just before she went to bed for the night, Carole filled up the sink with hot water to the level of the vent, to dilute the chemicals. This morning, we found that the sink had drained a little - it was about 2" below the level of the vent.
With nothing to lose but a little bit of time and effort, we decided to re-snake the drain. If it didn't work - and I didn't really expect it to - we would call a plumber out on Monday to fix it, expecting to pay upwards of $300 for the service.
I got about 10' in when I got that very satisfying sound of standing water rushing down the drain. I kept going for another 3'-4' just to be sure, and then left the snake in place while I ran the hot water on full for about 10 minutes - both to make sure the drain was really open, and to help wash down any left-over debris. I pulled the snake out, and kept the water running for another 5 minutes or so, with no backup. Yay!
Snaking a drain is a messy business, so I had to clean the sink, the counter top, and the faucet really well. I reinstalled the drain stopper, and it's now all back to normal.
All this before noon - it has already been a productive day - and now there's no need to further complicate an already difficult Monday by calling a plumber, waiting for him to arrive, hovering around while he works, and writing a big check.
Now that's satisfaction.
Apheresis – January 20th
I watched The Town during my donation this morning, which had been delayed while I finished the antibiotics prescribed for my pneumonia.
A Soldier Like My Mother
The military has traditionally been a male preserve, and military SF, coming from the traditions of military fiction, has tended the same way. There’s no reason an army of the future need be a male army, and there’s no reason honour and duty and loyalty are exclusively male virtues, but that’s the way things have tended to be.
Lois McMaster Bujold’s Vorkosigan Saga is more than military science fiction, but it started off firmly within MilSF. It’s also solidly feminist and written from a female perspective, while being about all the things military SF is about. Bujold constantly holds these things in tension — masculine, military mad Barrayar against feminine social controlled Beta; the glory of war against the reality of messy death; duty and honor against expedience and compromise. It’s partly these tensions that make the series so compelling. You can have the fun and excitement of galactic mercenary adventures, with a matchless depth of thought and character development.
“You have the competence one would look for in a mother of warriors,” Aral says to Cordelia in Shards of Honor, the first book of the series. She’s military herself, she’s an astrocartographer and the commander of a Betan exploration ship, she is his prisoner and and he means it as a compliment. She replies: “Save me from that! To pour yourself into sons for eighteen or twenty years and then have the government take them away and waste them cleaning up after some failure of politics — no thanks.” This is central to what Bujold’s doing with showing the human cost of war. She’s just as good at the rest of it — the honour and the glory — but she never forgets or lets you forget that the lights blinking on the screens represent ships full of human lives, and every one of them with a mother.
via A Soldier Like My Mother. Lois McMaster Bujold’s Vorkosigan Saga | Tor.com.
Gavin goes travelling…
I drove Gavin out to Culver City for his every-4-month eye exam with Dr. Faher. Unbeknownst to me, Jeremy had borrowed the purple cat carrier, and Smidge's old grey carrier had been loaned out long ago, so I had to improvise. I wound up using his blanket box - a cardboard shipping box just his size. Carole had put a folded up blanket in the bottom of the box a few weeks ago, and he's been sleeping inside it off and on ever since. He got in easily enough, but wasn't too happy when he found out what was going on. Justin said he was "rollin' redneck..."
In the car I left one of the long flaps untucked, and on the way to the doctor he kept trying to climb out, but he settled down after a while. He was very comfortable at the doctor's office, and got a clean bill of health after his exam. We're staying with the same eye meds, and he doesn't need to come back for 5- or 6-months unless we spot a problem sooner.
After the exam I chatted with the doctor, mostly about my pneumonia, and Gavin just laid on the towel they use to cover the metal exam table, with his tail wagging. He sat quietly in the redneck box all the way home, and just poked out a little as I was driving up the street to the house.
The Forgotten Affairs of Youth
I finished The Forgotten Affairs of Youth
, the eighth book in the Isabel Dalhousie series by Alexandar McCall Smith, this afternoon.
More good fun in Edinburgh, with a minor mystery and lots of snippets of Isabel's life.
My rating: 
Bertie Plays the Blues
I finished Bertie Plays the Blues
, the seventh book in the 44 Scotland Street series by Alexandar McCall Smith, this evening.
A few too many loose ends for my liking, and Irene's turnaround was too abrupt, but otherwise a very nice addition to the series.
My rating: 
No more GoDaddy
I manage about 30 domain names — about 10 for my own use, 10 more for friends and family, and the rest for various businesses — and started back when GoDaddy was the cool alternative to Network Solutions.
As of today, I have moved all my active domains off of GoDaddy in response to their continued support of SOPA. (The rest of the domains expire shortly and won't be renewed.)
Like many blog owners, I stand firmly against the letter and spirit of SOPA. Everyone should read up on the proposed legislation and make up your own mind.
Books I read last year
In 2011, I read 65 books to completion. I started but did not finish 3 books - one I abandoned for good, but the other two I will finish in the future - they just didn't fit my mood at the time I picked them up.
Pneumonia…
I've been feeling poorly for a few weeks, and I was finally able to get through to my general practitioner for an appointment. (Since the 3-day power outage in early December, her medical building has had continuing power problems with a distribution panel, which took out all the phones in the building as well.)
My early symptoms were mostly just a cough, that would get better or worse day to day, but seemed to be manageable with Robitussin. Early last week, though, things were getting worse, and on Tuesday I could barely breath comfortably after the smallest of efforts - one flight of stairs, or walking to my car in the parking lot at work. All along I had never had a fever. I got through to my doctor on Tuesday afternoon, and made an appointment for Thursday morning.
She gave me a good once over, and decided I had pneumonia, which matched Carole's diagnosis. To make sure, she sent me down for a blood count and a chest x-ray. She gave me a prescription for ten days of antibiotics and a rescue inhaler, along with the test orders.
The blood draw took about 5 minutes, but I had to sit in the waiting room for an hour and ten minutes for my chest x-ray. My son Jeremy works in the radiologist's IT department, but he wasn't able to pull any strings to get me served faster. I teased him about it the rest of the day.
I got a call from Dr. Liao late Tuesday afternoon - the chest x-ray showed bilateral basal interstitial opacity, which is the radiology way of saying pneumonia. She called again a little later once the blood work was ready - my white count was elevated
I started the meds right away. The inhaler instructions say to exhale fully, then breathe deeply while plunging down the inhaler body, and then hold your breath for 10 seconds. With my trachea and bronchi so inflamed, all of that was pretty difficult, but I did my best. Over the last few days each time gets better.
I'm still on bed rest, and will not be able to join my family for the trip to Big Bear Lake for the McConnell Christmas celebration. Dr. Liao said the combination of high altitude, low outside temperatures, and overheated inside temps would be very bad for my condition.
I'm still very tired still, and even minor effort will make me short of breath, but I can tell I'm getting better. Hopefully by New Years Day I'll be almost as good as new.
One for the Money
I just finished One For The Money, the first Stephanie Plum novel by Janet Evanovich.
It's not Crais, or even Lee Child, but it just schmaltzy enough to be both fun and interesting.
My rating: 
India Black
I finished India Black this afternoon at lunch.
India Black is a Victorian madame, blackmailed by agents of Prime Minister Disraeli into helping retrieve damaging evidence of British military weakness that has fallen into the hands of the Russians. She begins this work reluctantly, but over time becomes more and more involved for the sake of the thrill. This is the first in an on-going series that shows some promise.
My rating: 
Power restored – finally…
A strong Santa Ana wind storm rolled through the west San Gabriel Valley on Wednesday night, with winds clocked at over 80mph. The result was massive loss of trees and downed power lines. The power to our house went out just before 11:00pm.
Normally in this kind of situation Edison is able to restore power within 12 hours, but this time it took them three full days to get our power back on. No power means a lot of things: no heater, spoiled food, and boredom. After a quick test Saturday morning I decided to discard all the food in the refrigerator/freezer, except for some eggs and some cheese that were still with their temperature range. You don't realize how much food a big refrigerator can hold until you have to: a) move it; or b) dump it. Thankfully we didn't have large stocks of expensive items, but even so the replacement cost of everything I tossed was probably around $250.
Carole had been planning on going up to Spokane to visit Cindy on Saturday, but moved it up a day and left on Friday. I had a massive project at work, so I stayed at the office late on Friday and went in for an all-day session on Saturday. Very productive, but I was fried at the end of the day.
I was happy that power came on late Saturday. A cold snap had moved in, and it was hovering around 48°F inside the house. Uncomfortable for me, but manageable — I was worried that it was too cold for Gavin, who's not getting any younger.
During the outage the big frustration was not getting any kind of reliable information from Edison. The SCE crews were obviously working their tails off out in the field, and there were lots of extra sheriff's patrols checking out neighborhoods without power, but Edison's web site was almost worthless. They would post updates saying power should be restored by X, and then X would come and go with no further update. Twitter of all things seemed to be the only way to get anyone's attention at SCE - but it quickly deteriorated into a "we're working around the clock, thank you for your patience" mantra that made it impossible to make any kind of contingency plan.
In the end we did okay, minus $250 worth of discarded food and a lot of frustrations with SCE's inability to keep people informed. Gavin was a trooper, Carole got to spend more time with Cindy, and I had enough work to keep me busy. Not the best way to spend three days, but we managed.
The Reluctant Widow
I finished rereading The Reluctant Widow
, a Regency comedy-of-manners by Georgette Heyer earlier today.
My original review gave it 3.85 stars out of 5, and I think that's about right. It's more of a spy story, and developing the espionage angle detracts from Heyer's normally first-rate character development.
