No need to overstate the obvious tonight. More house stuff in the
works. Notice the jump between the Rc terminal and the Rh terminal somewhere in
40 minute range. It was an afterthought, an after-reading-the-directions
afterthought. Of course, by the time I read the directions, I already had mounted the new thermostat. Only upon trying it out did its
failure reveal phase two (take it apart, read the directions, marry the
terminals in a union of white-coated copper wire.
The garage sale today was a hit–constant traffic from 9 to 3. Only one p’d off customer; we thought she was going to call the BBB, turn us in for selling the bunk bed to another fella before she could grab it. Maybe I’ll blog more about the garage sale tomorrow. They’re really extraordinary social experiments with elaborate codes (we didn’t know), systems for negotiating and just plain weirdness (As in: Old Man: “Do you have any guns for selling?” Sales clerk: “We had a plastic water gun, but it’s already been sold.”)
On the photo: I see a clock says 1:50, a thermostatic map of our house’s climate control switch, a look down R2D2’s neck, and the face of a bot whose expression changes when set to "Cool" or "Fan On." What do you see?