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This was the morning for the counter people to come out, measure our counters, and tell us whether the cabinets underneath need replacement. They did not come out; one of them was sick, and so the measuring and possible-bad-news was bumped to Monday.
Monday, it turns out, is when the floor place expects to get our tiles in. And, assuming there are no serious issues, they figure to be out the following Monday --- that is, the 11th --- to start on tearing up the old and putting in the new floor. They expect that to take two days, but are allowing for up to four, which means among other things I may have to convert a day to work-from-home. I asked my boss about this, and he wants to see what it looks like Tuesday. I'm not sure he understood that I'm asking about a week from Wednesday but never mind, we can sort that later.
All this does mean that, if (touch wood) there are no crises we'll have a new-enough kitchen by Christmas. It also means I have a week to clean the movable stuff out of the kitchen and pantry. This includes Tri-Zone, our pinball machine. I have a plan for this but am still having consultants weigh in on it.
Also in the changes department: my boss. Or, more precisely, me. The reorganization of State of Michigan departments announced in July, and effective October, is finally coming to the point that people are being reassigned. I got the official unofficial warning that I'm going over to the new-organizing department. This was no real surprise, as the only projects I've worked on have been ones for the department that's being split off. I'm also, at the moment, the only known programmer; they're still working out who they want, or who they'll draft, or whether they're going to be hiring in new people. Or as I put it in the Zoom meeting: ``That Simpsons meme, ha-ha, I'm in danger.'' The other thing I know is that the Business Analyst who's been overseeing these projects is one of the other committed transferees. So at least I'll know somebody there.
They promised, though, that there will be plans communicated to us by the end of the calendar year. I assume this year.
Also along the way my work laptop updated to Windows 11. So I got a free hour or so of screwing around reading Mastodon (@austin_dern@blimps.xyz there) while the computer made little dots come together and fly apart again. So far my first impressions of it are, you know, this isn't so bad, really. So that's where I'm at, in the middle of going.
That said, how about somewhere I've been? That would be the 5th of July, Santa Cruz ...
Ice cream shop with a quite appealing name. We would get square ice cream there; it was smaller than Kennywood's square ice cream but still, and this is the important thing, square.
Swinging ride ship and a Rock and Roll (Musik Express). We got on the Rock and Roll but never did make it to the swings.
Nice view of the turnaround on Giant Dipper, and hey, the promise of foods on sticks is always welcome.
They had a Rock-O-Plane! As with the one at Sylvan Beach we thought hard about riding it but we did ride the one at the final ReplayFX so we didn't feel the urgent need to go on this. We're glad it's there, though.
The boardwalk doesn't just have an elevated section; it also has a sunken section. This allows it to have the Cave Train Adventure --- look at the center right there --- run underneath the boardwalk, and it also makes for a natural kiddieland area; many of the rides for smaller folks are down there.
And here's the third and last of the boardwalk's current roller coasters, the Sea Serpent. It's your basic small family coaster, but it hugs the artificial terrain and, as you can see, it's got landscaping.
Trivia: In 1962 Rocky and Bullwinkle appeared in commercials for the Garden of Toys, Presto sparkle paints, and Soaky bath products. Source: The Moose That Roared: The Story of Jay Ward, Bill Scott, a Flying Squirrel, and a Talking Moose, Keith Scott.
Currently Reading: The Tale That Wags The God, James Blish. Editor Cy Chauvin. Discussing the science in science fiction, with the disclaimer that it's mostly gibberish and that mostly doesn't matter: ``When you read a story by Poul Anderson, Raymond F Jones, Hal Clement, Arthur C Clarke, or Larry Niven, you can be reasonably sure that when they say such-and-such is a scientific fact, they are not leading you up the garden path; it's not something you're going to have to unlearn later, with great pain''. My eyebrow quirked. Also Blish admits he just has this hunch that quasars are going to prove impossible to reconcile with Einstein's general relativity and he puts in a word for Milnean relativity as maybe what quasars will drive us to.
