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a little uncomfortable even inside the house
Wednesday, October 9 2024
What with her frantic NYAF work allocating funds to marginal women needing abortions (in this case, from out of state) and her shift at the bookstore, Gretchen didn't have a chance to walk the dogs this morning. Neville didn't come (as is typical for him in the morning), and I took Charlotte up the Chamomile Headwaters Trail nearly all the way to the Stick Trail and then back home, mostly trying to stay within range of my pirate FM station so I could listen to the audio component of a YouTube video (in this case one where Caleb Hammer finally kicked someone, a marginal character who hoped to start a "society," out of the interview).
Later in the day, I worked to implement a mechanism in my ESP8266 Remote system where reports could be made to generate CSVs (ready for your spreadsheet software) in addition to interactive HTML tables (the default output). In the past this has been fairly simple, but that was because all the HTML table generation was happening in Javascript, so the JSON data was there in the frontend to be rendered however I wanted it. But the HTML tables in my ESP8266 Remote system are generated in the backend, so to produce a CSV, I have to generate that in the backend as well. I thought about migrating the whole thng to rendering the tables in the frontend, but I just didn't have it in me to do the necessary work (it would've only taken a couple hours and probably would've simplified some hacks I've had to implement to work around other problems that have cropped up from doing things this way).
This afternoon I took Neville and Charlotte for the second dog walk of the day, though I lost Neville at the bottom of the Chamomile Headwaters Trail, where I turned southward on the east side of the wetland to go scavenge bluestone from that little abandoned bluestone mine I'd discovered recently. Charlotte stuck with me and I rewarded her by then charging up the escarpment near the south end of the Farm Road and walking back home via the trails up there. (I always grab a few small pieces of bluestone when I'm heading homeward up there, since there are good pieces scattered all along there.)
The weather has now gotten cool enough that it's always just a little uncomfortable even inside the house, even when I'm wearing layers of warm clothing (though something keeps me from running the heat). This evening while Gretchen was off having dinner with her friend Lisa at Nirvana, the Indian restaurant in Woodstock, I took my second bath in as many days. Then I made myself a fairly good wrap built around Costco falafel balls, cucumber grown at the cabin, tahini, lettuce, and a few bits of ghost pepper. Somehow the falafel balls ended up rock hard, but other than that it was a success.
I talked to my brother Don later this evening, and for the first time ever he volunteered that he is "lonely," and has been since our mother Hoagie left for the old folks' home a year and a half ago. He also said that Hoagie continues to decline. Now she won't even feed herself and depends on staff to spoon food into her mouth. I'm sure that back when she was my age, had she heard this would be her fate, she would've said I should smother her with a pillow.
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