You hear that, Mr Andersen?

Happy day-before-settlement day!

One day to go!

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Busy day on Sunday - after hitting my head against a brick wall for ages on Saturday, I realized that I hadn't taken into account that FileMaker's default decisions about what files to open might be different from I might consider "sensible". So - in the unlikely event you're administering FileMaker, be aware that if Database A has a relationship to Database B, and it'd normally open the copy of Database B that's available over the network, but there's a copy of Database B in the same directory as Database A, it'll open that copy - and you might end up with records that look like they're missing when you're looking through Database A, but you can see are there in the (network copy of) Database B.

If that's not very clear - well, that's why it took so long to work out what was going on.

Anyway, once I worked out what was happening, it was pretty plain sailing. I'm a little nervous that I've uncovered what looks like a huge, awful and as-yet undiscovered problem in the course of some routine tidying up - but since no-one seems to have noticed it yet, I have hope that we'll be able to fix it before it becomes apparent to the end-users.

And as an added bonus, the work I did on Sunday should cancel out the time I'm going to have to take off on Thursday to do cable/furniture stuff. (And if, by some miracle, it's all done early, then I can come in and work, and some of Sunday becomes delicious-tasting Overtime. :)

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Even without considering work, it was pretty busy Sunday. I wasn't planning on going to 10am mass, since I'd set up a meeting at the new house at 11am; but Farmor hadn't been feeling well for a few days, so I went along to keep her company. This meant that I rolled up to Coutts St a bit late, but with a full crew - both parents, and my father's parents. Since it was my father's family that the estate agent had gone skiing with, there was a happy reunion, and then we got down to finding out where things like the fusebox and gas meter are.

It's always a bit weird, coming back to a place that you've only visited briefly - especially in this case, where I had floorplans, so my mental picture wasn't too out of kilter, but introduced other weird biases. There was also all the fixtures that came with the place, most of whcih I completely failed to remember. No particularly nasty surprises, though I have found a cupboard in the kitchen that's probably annoying enough that I'll replace it early in the "home improvement" cycle.

Then, on to Puggle's birthday, where I gave her a nice five-piece, four-person cutlery set. Lots of lovely people there, and I got a bit of sun. (Unfortunately, because I wanted to look respectable for the land-agent, I'd worn the only collared shirt I could find, which was black - so in addition to looking as grim and serious as I normally do, I was very, very hot.) Some idle talk about setting up a Monday-night game with some of the old WSotB crew - we'll have to see if that goes anywhere.

After ferrying people places, it was off to the parents to drop off debris, and then on to a fairly productive 4 or 5 hours at work.

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It's St Valentine's day, so I guess it's an appropriate time to wish all the people I know who are in new relationships (or old relationships starting new phases) the best of luck, and all those in any relationship a fun, happy and enjoyable rest of the year with your partner. (I've never been particularly concerned about any holiday becoming comercial, since I don't actually pay enough attention to advertising or watch enough TV to notice that sort of thing - I've no doubt I'd enjoy today too, were I in a position to do so. :)

And to the other singletons out there - yeah, it does seem unfair that there's no corresponding day for us, but I'm not entirely sure how the Hallmark cards would work. "Happy Singles Day - one year closer to being a crazy old bachelor uncle!" It might take a bit of marketing work before that particular holiday became firmly established - it doesn't have the instant appeal of "Annonymously throw fruit and vegetables at people you don't like Day", for example.

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And speaking of days - only one day to go!

Posted by svend at February 14, 2005 1:12 PM