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howling winds from Canada
Wednesday, January 8 2025
Late this morning while she was working at the bookstore, Gretchen got the results of yesterday's air tests at the Brewster Street rental. All three samples (collected in the basement, outdoors, and in the living room) had captured too few particles to measure with the equipment, which definitely constitutes as passing air quality test. Gretchen thought our ordeal was over, but I wasn't yet sure the well-intentioned folks in the Kingston Building Department would know enough about what such tests mean to consider this a clean bill of health.
I took the dogs for a fairly long walk despite the face-hurting cold. I took them up the Gullies Trail to just about where it exits our parcel and turns into a mountain goat path that descends to the bottom of the Valley of the Beasts. That part is mostly impassible due to tree falls triggered by a wind event several years ago that has been described as a "tornado." From there, I hiked west up to the Stick Trail and then further west up the escarpment where it stands as a particularly high wall. I then hiked northward along the edge of that escarpment using a well-defined trail apparently created by wildlife. This allowed me to bypass most of the Chamomile Headwaters Trail on my way back to the Farm Road.
I didn't have to make dinner tonight because we'd be having those InstantPot-cooked beer-broth beans ("frijoles borrachos") she'd tried to prepare last night. She didn't like how they tasted (which was a little like the carpet of a frat house), so she added a cheese sauce and other things. It was a bit funky for me, but I ate it anyway.
This afternoon and evening, I continued work making it easier to have sensor data appear at any arbitrary location in the delimited strings being sent by my ESP8266 remotes. I also did more of the preliminary work allowing me to easily include and manipulate such data in the administrative tools that run on the server that the ESP8266s communicate with.
After climbing into bed tonight, I could clearly hear the winds outside howling as they carried down arctic air from Canada. They would go on like that for most of the night.
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