So, Sunday

 Earlier this week, after my early morning bike ride, I went down to Wangaratta to collect a new ink jet printer - our old Epson workforce printer had decided it just wanted to be a scanner a few years ago and J's colour Pixma had decided to die just before Christmas.

As a sensible solution we decided on a new shared colour Epson workforce printer.

So, once home, I started to set it up. This turned out to be more of a trial than I expected. 

For some bizarre reason, if it was connected to wifi, none of our computers could see it, although you could happily email a document to it, and it would print it.

I have no idea why. The work around seems to be to disable wifi on the printer and connect it directly to the back of the router, at which point everything works.

Our ISP recently upgraded our router's operating system to DUMA OS which seems to have various rules segmenting wifi into various virtual networks, and I did wonder if that  was what was getting in the way, but I don't really know.

Life was certainly simpler when you had a single simple flat address space.

So, having got the new printer working, this morning I took our old printers to the e-waste centre, along with an old bread maker, and a pile of odds and ends, dead batteries, the twenty year old halogen bike light I finally took off my bike, and a couple of old media streamers that we don't use now we've invested in a smart tv.

This does leave me with the problem as to what to do with our sixteen year old tv.

One part of me suggests hanging it on the wall in the studio as a run through device of rehearsing presentations, and the other part of me tells me not to be so stupid.

We'll see.

My other Sunday task was a temporary repair of our old weatherboard toolshed.

The structure is sound enough but a couple of planks on one wall where it catches the weather have begun to split and distort, and probably need to be replaced.

Our recent spell of very dry hot weather hasn't helped, with the planks drying out and starting to warp.

It's one of these jobs that a skilled tradesman could probably knock off in a morning, but would take me two or three days and a considerable part of the English lexicon of obscenities to do.

We also need a couple of other little bits of carpentry work done, so rather than have a go myself, I thought it best to do a temporary repair that would last the winter, and if we can't get anyone, I'd have a go myself in the spring.

So up and down ladders I moved the distorted planks back into place as well as I could, and pinned them in place with woodscrews. In the process I found the one of the weatherboards was rotting and definitely needed replacing.

This left some quite large gaps, which I filled, along with the cracks, with some window sealant - the stuff they put round frames when you have a new window installed. It's by no means a bit of quality sealing but it should keep the weather out and move with the wood when it starts to rain again.

Like I say, if I end up having to do it myself, it'll probably be spring, and I think my temporary bodge will hold till then.

Up at the Athenaeum, I had a morning's cataloguing  after last week's hiatus, which was fun.

Among other things, I turned up a sticker on the back of a 1930's crime novel that had been bought in from somewhere else that explicitly mentioned fumigation, which I think neatly closes the circle on hygenic libraries.

The prayerbooks have come back to haunt me, we've decided to add them to the catalogue as historic items because of the graffiti, and we've been donated an English dictionary dating from the late 1800s which seems to have been published by Edward Cole, who was known as a seller of new and second hand books at the end of the nineteenth century.

I've found no evidence at all, but I wonder if the Athenaeum committee were buying their second hand books from Edward Cole.

While we don't have the accession records, we do have some of the late nineteenth century minute books and financial records, and it's just possible that they might record payments to Edward Cole...