Thanks flotsam! Sounds interesting!

Thank you Drac!

Ana

Enjoy the game Ggoran72!

Enjoy your gaming time, Leeana! It sounds like you had a good birthday.

Nice try Jimbo but Soot's got it!

Good afternoon manXman and OldBroad

Thanks for that. I decided to grab a couple of Assassin's Creed games.

Maybe try posting your question in the Steam forum for the game?

Maybe someone here has played this, but I am pretty sure that no one here has posted a question about it.

The one thing I could find is the following:

Troubleshooting the Dumbwaiter

Input Click and Drag / On-Screen UI: Instead of typing numbers directly via your keyboard, ensure you are left-clicking and specifically dragging or clicking the individual dials/numbers directly on the dumbwaiter interface with your cursor.

If I can find out anything else about this, I will let you know.

Good Friday morning. Whew, only 33 more days of this horrid heat

I'm going to have to go out and hook the hose up to a soaker hose and water my 11 giant miscanthus grasses I planted this spring. They are tough, but not THIS tough!

Thanks Michele.

Thank you, BET👍

Thanks Marian!

I just finished this book by Reyna Favis. I couldn't put it down. A sin-eater, an immortal red hound, Wampuses in the woods, moonshine... I was sorry to see it end. It says Book One so I'm hoping there will be more. There are previous books about the red hound, but I'd love to continue with the characters in this book!

From the Blurb:

Up in the back hollers of 1970 Appalachia, 81-year-old Lummie Sinclair minds her own business and tends to the dead in the old way. She’s a sin-eater by blood and by habit, and folks give her a wide berth on account of it. That suits her fine. She lives alone in her cabin with an old woodstove, a sharp tongue, and an immortal red hound who knows the roads between this world and the next.

When Earl Eskew, a rich mine owner with more money than sense, sends for Lummie to clear a violent haunting from his house, she knows trouble’s fixing to follow. Spirits don’t turn mean without cause, and men like Earl don’t go asking favors unless they’re scared clean through.

With young Cam Ramsay—distant kin with the Sight and more nerve than is strictly wise—Lummie sets to work. What she finds isn’t just a restless spirit, but a mess of buried wrongs: dead miners, a child left to freeze, and a whole town willing to look the other way so long as the money keeps flowing.

To set things right, Lummie must outwit these men who think the mountain, the law, and the truth all belong to them. But when Earl’s inflated pride is pricked after she bests him, his revenge is nasty and personal. By Lummie’s reckoning, she’s done being neighborly.

Nice finish you two!