So it seems that since our huge deluge over two days late last week I lost internet connection to the chicken coop. It isn’t a crucial thing but I would like to get it working to be able to do things like monitor the 8 camera DVR out there. After work last night I went out there with my laptop to try to determine what sort of problem I was looking at.
I plugged directly into the wifi router out there and verified it was up and running. I then turned my attention to the ethernet cable that feeds the coop. This is a very long, bury rated, roughly 150 foot wire that is directly connected to the side of the house. Getting it installed was not fun. Well I was not showing a link light on that wire. That wire connects in the attic of the house which I did not feel like crawling around in last night. The next step will be trying to determine where the problem lies, in the cable or on the other side of the connection in the attic. I can hardly wait.
I took on yet another project last night, replacing the heated print bed on one of my 3D printers. This printer is my workhorse and used the most of the six. The other day I noticed it stopped heating the bed. I later discovered this was a common problem after extended use. The wires used to connect it have a history of fatiguing and eventually snapping. I bought an entire new print bed, complete with new wires. The install took awhile but had no major snafus. The printer is back up and printing away this morning.
So yesterday I got an email from the wife of the husband/wife team that are my accountants and have done my taxes for somewhere around 20 years. I met them when I lived in PA and was summoned to do some computer work for the company I worked for at the time. Several years ago they actually relocated to SW Florida as well, in the Fort Myers area.
Yesterday she just asked if I could give her a call which is not unusual as I try to help them out with computer issues as they arise. When I called I got some very shocking and unexpected news that her husband had suddenly passed away late last week. He was not a real old guy, younger then my mom when she passed away at 67.
Hearing the overwhelming sadness and despair in her voice instantly brought all the feelings of unexpected loss I experienced with my mom rushing to the surface. I felt horrible for her. I’m not sure how many times I expressed my sorrow for her loss during the call. I assured her that I would help her out with her current need and anything else she may need. He was and she is just good, kind people. They have been married forever. I can only imagine just how lost she must feel right now.
The call was a somber reminder of how fragile, fleeting, and delicate life can really be, despite all of our efforts to insulate ourselves from that reality. When my mom died it made me more eager to cut out things in my life that I didn’t really want to be doing. Do things that make you happy, distance yourself from things that don’t. You never know how many more ticks are left on your personal clock.