Yesterday I left the office early to go get my stitches removed. As I headed up Airport Road I ran into a literal parking lot. There were police at nearly every intersection, at the overpass, and I heard a helicopter flying above. What in the hell is going on? As I was sitting still getting increasingly annoyed Cindy texted me and said she had hit similar traffic. She said it was because VP Pence was in the area. I vaguely recall that being mentioned on the news a few days before but I totally forgot about it.
I’m not sure why he flew into tiny Naples airport instead of the Fort Myers location which is international and much bigger. The Naples Airport is two miles from our office so the local law enforcement basically paralyzed all traffic in the area until Mr Gay People Can Be Cured was driven out to his speaking arrangement at Ave Maria, a perfect place for his ideology to be barfed out onto other Trump acolytes.
I called my dermatologist to let them know I was caught up in the Pence Quagmire. I wound up getting there about 15 minutes late. Removal of the stitches was uneventful and it seems the incision is really healing well. I was worried about having a nasty scar on my forehead but it is looking like it will pretty easily blend into the other age appropriate creases on my face.
So I set up my follow up appointment with the med center. Oh the pulmonologist office STILL never called me back but at this point I don’t give a shit since the CT was posted to my account which showed that from a lung perspective I am ok.
I plan to be pretty aggressive in seeking answers at the appointment. Basically, I still have both symptoms I originally complained about last summer. Lower right side pain when doing even mild weight work, as well as come and go lack of endurance and weird sensations when doing cardio exercise which includes at times tingling and almost a clammy feeling. I am expecting to be referred to a cardiologist for the latter. With the mystery side pain I have no clue what to push for.
Yesterday I talked about in life, if you are passive about getting people to do things you will spend a lot of time getting nothing done. When our metal roof was installed late last spring I immediately noticed that the west side seemed to have mismatched metal panels on it. I pointed it out to the project manager. At that time he said that it was likely just because the metal was just installed and it should wear evenly once exposed to the elements. Well the picture you see was taken last night, some nine months later.
After taking this picture I contacted my project manager, who happens to be the husband of one of our employees at the tax collector. I sent him fresh pictures and told him that the mismatch is just as prominent today as it was on day one. I said I’m not happy with it, especially considering we dropped a lot of money on the project. I didn’t hear back an immediate response from him but I did talk to his wife today and he is aware of it.
My non-roofer opinion is either the installers did not have the same side facing up on all of the panels or the metal that was used simply was not all from the same batch. Regardless of the reason, the simple truth is the mismatch was evident immediately and there is no way the installers could have not noticed. They apparently just didn’t give a fck. So I am pretty sure the only resolution is going to be to tear that section of roof off and redo it, should be fun. Sure I could live with it but for what it cost, I’m not willing to let that go.
I’m hoping to have a productive weekend. I have a lot of stuff floating in the head to address. Man I keep thinking about the coop solar power project and how cool it will be if it works as I imagine…. I have already started thinking about phase 2 where I potentially power all of the charging of my PEVS via solar and maybe even run a 3D printer or two that way as well.
So last Tuesday when I had my high res chest CT I was told that the results will be available in 2-3 business days, meaning no later than Friday. I heard nothing by then but I was so busy doing party prep I hardly cared. When Monday passed without a call I again disregarded it and figured I would call Tuesday when I returned to work, a full week after the test was completed. I left a message and awaited a call back. When that call never came I called again on Wednesday, leaving a more irate message. When mid-afternoon hit with no call I called once again.
This time I actually got a person. I told the woman I had the test over a week ago and was told only 2-3 days for the results. I then said I had called the past two days and had not be contacted. She told me they got the message and someone would call me back by the end of the day. Well of course you know where this is heading, they didn’t call. So I called this morning and complained again and was told once again someone would be calling me asap.
After hanging up, just for the hell of it I checked my patient portal for our health plan. I saw that someone did actually post the CT results in there finally. The Cliff Notes version is my lungs seem fine and the nodule that they saw hasn’t changed and it is still believed to be nothing significant. It also said “no acute cardiopulmonary disease”. So I guess it’s good news except that the right side pain and extreme fatigue I feel at times when exercising remains unexplained. I scheduled a follow up with the on campus med clinic to talk about other options. Hey I don’t have a problem just living with the symptoms, assuming they are not a precursor to me dropping over dead.
I met a guy from the company that installed our gutters yesterday. I called because it seems that water is not flowing freely towards the downspouts in some sections which contributes to all of the debris that I found stuffing the gutters on Friday. He took a look and agreed that water is pooling in some spots but he didn’t have a great remediation for it. He said because the eaves of the roof slope downward they are limited on how much they can adjust the angles. He did agree with me that gutter guards would be a good idea for the parts of the roof that are adjacent to the massive oak tree to minimize the clogging. He also agreed with me that only having one downspout on the left side of the house was an odd recommendation by their sales guy when the gutters were laid out. When the gutter guards are installed he is going to also add another downspout to that side to help drainage.
If I have learned one thing as an adult, it’s that if you go through life waiting for people to come to you with answers to your questions/problems, you are going to spend a lot of time just treading water. You have to pull action out of them with repeated, sometimes aggravating effort and determination.
So for the past two months plus the house has more or less been in disarray with party related prep. Now that we are four days post party things are starting to slowly get more normalized. I am the type of person that feels very uncomfortable looking at piles of things around the house. Luckily most of those piles have disappeared and hopefully soon everything will once again have a proper home or be thrown out/given away, whichever is appropriate.
One of the remaining clean up items got taken care of last night, soft of. The old bathroom mirror had been in Cindy’s room to assist in work outs. However since Katie is now sleeping there most nights Cindy decided it was causing a problem space wise and wanted to get rid of it. We took it curbside hoping somebody would find use for it. Instead somebody found it fun to partially break the five foot wide mirror while it was down there.
Cindy picked up the broken pieces but there was still a large section of the mirror that would not fit completely in the trash bin. No problem, I told Cindy I would break the rest of the mirror while it was resting partially in the trash can. So I took a whack at it with the hammer which surprisingly did nothing. Granted I couldn’t get a full swing at it because I was trying to hit it low inside the can but still, usually when hammer meets mirror, hammer wins.
Ok well I guess it’s time to grab the mini-sledge. I take a swing with much more weight behind it, turning my head to avoid the shattered glass which was sure to come. Instead my ears are met with another loud clang as the sledge bounced off the mirror as well. Well damn, this is surprising. I came up with a brilliant idea. I stood maybe seven or eight feet from the mirror and the trash bin. I told Cindy I would throw the sledge at the mirror Thor-style. I’m not quite sure why I didn’t tell her to film the event, but I certainly should have.
As soon as I let go of the sledge I turned my head to avoid possible shrapnel so I did not see the impact, but I sure heard it. The mirror exploded but unfortunately the shards of glass did not fall quietly into the bin. Instead there was probably a 50 square foot kill zone that was filled with broken mirror bits. The big pieces we got by hand but we spent a lot of time with a dust pan and broom. I also was picking shards out of the grass. Just to be safe I ended with the leaf blower, just to make sure no instruments of tire destruction were left on the driveway.
Cindy was not thrilled with the outcome of my Thor hammer throw but to be honest, I would probably do it again.
So Monday was the last day of my extended weekend and I needed every hour of it. There was still some residual party clean up items scattered around believe it or not. Hosting a party for close to 50 people is not something I will be looking to do again anytime soon. I spent a good portion of the day attending to smaller tasks, some of which will lead to larger tasks.
One of those tasks was measuring the border around the orchard. When I initially planned to rebuild the dog deck I purchased four 8 foot 2 x 6’s for the work. Since the deck is no longer in existence I had them available for other projects. The border of the orchard is constructed of 2 x 6’s as well, which are probably more rotted than the dog deck was. The 8 footers I have will replace half of the border, I will need four 12 footers to complete the job which I will tackle sometime soon.
I also took my Kill-A-Watt and hooked it up to the coop to see exactly how much power is drawn to run the electronics and fan out there. The answer is not much. I saw about a one amp draw and around 120 watts. You may ask why I would be doing this? Because I want to try to run the coop entirely off of solar power.
I want to use a solar generator to make this happen. I currently have my sights set on a Yeti 1400 which is probably overkill for the job. It incorporates a battery bank, solar charge controller, and an inverter all in one package. It can be charged with conventional power but my intent is to hook up 200-300 watts of solar panels to the box. If it works as I expect, this package would allow me to pull the plug to the coop and run things completely via the sun.
During the day the panels would pull enough power to both charge the batteries and run the equipment. At night the beefy 1400WH battery is more than sufficient to keep the juice flowing. I think it would be an awesome project that I am excited about digging into. Of course as is the case with most things, it isn’t cheap so I am going to save my Amazon spiff bucks for a little while to help defer some of the expense.
Yesterday I installed a new CPU cooler into my HP Omen. You may ask why would I need a new CPU cooler in my brand new computer? I don’t. However this cooler incorporates cool RGB lighting that compliments the RGB lighting that is already prevalent throughout my PC set up. The case, my mouse, mousepad, and keyboard all have RGB lighting already. Installing the cooler was very straightforward. I really liked the visual afterward, it was $25 well spent.
I also got to work on my KingSong 18L. I bought an upgraded battery for it which should increase my range significantly. Installation of the big pack was pretty easy. I look forward to taking an Ave Maria ride soon to test it out. I tried the ride on the 18L with my original battery and ran out of juice with about a mile to go.
Cindy’s Aunt Cecilia flies back home to Illinois this evening. I gave her a hug before leaving for work this morning. It has been a lot of fun having her visit. Cindy and her have a very special relationship. It was cool seeing the interaction between them. I’m sure we will see her again.
With all of the recap I was posting in yesterday’s blog entry I totally forgot to mention that Sunday was Cindy and my sixth anniversary. Who knew an innocent invite to an arena football game would result in six years filled with adventures, smiles, laughter, and fun? I am lucky to have her in my life and hopefully she feels the same.
Wow, this has been quite the three day time warp. I took off Friday so I would be able to get stuff done in advance of Katie’s baby shower which was being held at the house Saturday. The first order of business was I wanted to get the grass cleaned up so I did a quick mowing session and weed whacked just around the immediate house area.
As I was mowing I kept looking at the front of the roof which has been dirty for a long time from shit dropping off the oak tree which is right by the house. I decided I would address that quickly with the pressure washer. Well it wasn’t quick. Once I got the ladder on the roof I got a good look at the gutters. I was not pleased when I saw the front gutter was totally packed with debris. I first tried just grabbing handfuls of the mess and pulling it out but I soon decided that was far too slow. I climbed up on the roof with the pressure washer in hand and started blasting the shit out of the gutters, sending brown debris everywhere.
I quickly discovered just how dangerous pressure washing a metal roof can be. You have to be extremely precise with your footing. The only place you should step are on one of the screw heads on the ridges. If you step on the flat section while it is wet you may as well be stepping on an ice rink, an ice rink with a 30 degree pitch. There were several times I caught myself while I was just on the edge of losing my balance.
The pressure washer did a good job of blasting the dirt off the roof itself as well as out of the gutters. However once the gutters were clear I was observing the way water flowed in them. In several sections the water did not flow or flowed extremely slowly towards the downspout. In some sections there was so much adhesive around the seams at the downspout that it created a small ridge around the hole which again restricts water flow. Since I paid $1500 for these seamless gutters to be installed I was not very pleased. I called up the company and asked if they could come out to adjust the gutters so water flows consistently out them. I also asked about possibly having gutter guards installed in the area of the roof impacted by the oak tree as it drops ridiculous amounts of organic debris.
So I was tired from my roof adventure but I came up with another on the spot task that I worked on while Cindy went to the airport to pick up her Aunt Cecelia. The dog deck, which was one of the very early outdoor construction projects I ever tackled after building the house, was rotting away after being in the yard for close probably at least 15 years. The one side frame support was collapsing.
So my initial plan was to pull the decking off and just replace the outer frame 2×6’s. The decking was expensive composite lumber that still was in decent shape. Removing it was a hassle as there were 17 boards that each had 12 screws in them, you can do the math.
So as I started pulling deck boards off the picture was getting less rosy. Not only were the outer pieces rotting but a lot of the support 2×4’s underneath were going bad as well. So then the plan in my head morphed again to me rebuilding the entire frame and just connect it to the 4×4’s that were cemented into the ground. Somehow in my head I thought I could possibly get this all done before the party at 2PM on Saturday.
So now I also had to rip off the old frame which was not fun. I decided to take the sawzall and cut it into smaller sections to make the job easier and make the pieces fit in the bed of the Tacoma easier. Well as I was pulling apart one section I hear a snap, one of the 4×4 posts snapped off which revealed it was chewed up from termite damage. Great, now I have to make a new anchor for that corner as well. However a few moments after that happened a revelation hit me.
I sat there and asked myself why I was even rebuilding this deck at all. It literally NEVER gets used. It was built originally for us to have a place to sit in the small elevated dog run we made prior to fencing in the yard. Since the yard has been fenced the dog deck has just been a place to sit a picnic table that never gets used either. It was like the clouds had cleared and the skies were blue, I didn’t need to rebuild the deck.
My remediation now became much simpler. I simply cut the remaining 4×4’s down to ground level and covered the deck area with sod which will eventually blend into the landscape. In comparison to the prospect of rebuilding a deck we will never use, it was a much more sane plan of action. Cindy agreed.
So Cindy returned with her aunt, whom she only discovered existed in the past year thanks to Ancestery.com. Aunt Cecelia is full of energy and gave me a big hug when she saw me. She already has familiarity with my world thanks to Facebook, YouTube, and my blog. It was very cool seeing her and Cindy getting to interact in person. Elsa was scared of Cecelia but that is pretty normal for anyone new stepping in the door.
Saturday was the culmination of literally two months of work for Cindy. She has been planning the baby shower and working her ass off making decorations, food, and games for weeks and weeks. It has basically consumed the majority of her free time. This party was going to be big, the biggest event ever held at the house by far. It was so big that she rented three additional folding tables and 20 chairs to go along with the large collection of stuff we already had. There was somewhere between 40 and 50 people in attendance.
We had stuff set up indoors, on the lanai and out in the yard, it was a very impressive spread. My role was primarily grunt work, moving and setting up larger items as needed. Cindy was running around non-stop all morning trying to get everything in place. Before she knew it 2PM had arrived and the food prep wasn’t completely done. There were plenty of other snacks and drinks to keep the guests busy while the food prep was being finished.
Once people started showing up I started drinking the Miller Lites to help keep my social interactions flowing despite my general dislike for party environments. I had the Backfire Ranger and Cindy’s Minipro in the backyard for people to ride on. Cindy’s ex-husband and his family were at the party.
I found myself hanging with his kids quite a bit, showing them the PEVs and my 3d printer set up. The one boy Evan is a big time gamer, one of those games being WoW. We talked shop quite a bit and I showed him my virtual set up.
I felt somewhat badly for Cindy. It seemed once Katie and Daniel opened up their presents the vast majority of people took off without sticking around to participate in the games that Cindy worked so hard in planning and creating. Luckily the people that hung around, including her ex-husband’s family did eventually get to play some of the games and it was actually fun doing it with a smaller group of people anyway.
Originally the thought was the majority of the crowd would be out in the yard which is what we planned for. However it turned out that almost everyone stayed around the house or pool. I said to Cindy how it was funny how most of the 40 and over crowd were sitting somewhere where as all of the “kids” were mostly standing in groups that migrated around the property, it was an odd visual dichotomy.
Two of Cindy’s ex’s kids were having a lot of fun on the Minipro. I came up with the idea of giving them the other one we have which is never used anymore. After getting the ok from Mike and his wife we told the kids they could have the Minipro. It felt good to give it away to a situation where it will get more use. We got a text the following day saying they rode the Minipro all day at home which is awesome.
Clean up from the party was a massive task that covered Saturday night and Sunday morning. Cindy worked tirelessly. As is always the case, we had way too much food and drink left over. We gave away what we could but most of it got tossed which makes me feel guilty. Our trash and two recycle bins were insufficient to hold all of the party byproduct we generated.
Finally Sunday mid-afternoon we were able to take a breather from party clean up. Cindy, Cecelia, and I drove into town. I dropped myself off at the Greenway to ride my 18L with the plan to meet up with them later after they did some sight seeing. They finally reopened the greenway path to connect to Naples so I was able to ride all the way down to the beach once again. It was very nice to just ride and be clear of the party madness that consumed the prior two days.
I wound up the crazy weekend with a two hour live stream that talked a lot about the rash of high speed EUC crashes lately and why they could jeopardize the hobby we all love.
So I have today off as well. I have a long list of things I could be doing but I would really not consume all four days of my weekend with tasks. We will see if I can find a happy medium somehow.
So yesterday was my MOHS procedure to cut out yet another spot of skin cancer. The appointment was first thing at 8AM. They got me in the room pretty promptly and covered my upper body with sterile dressing and tape followed by covering the general area of the cut with orange iodine. The procedure starts with the doctor injecting the area with numbing solution. After a few minutes the cutting begins.
He always says I should let him know if I can feel anything so he can inject more if needed. I always seems to feel it so he stopped to inject more a couple times. The sensation of having your skin cut off is never fun, even when numb. Evidently there was a lot of bleeding going on. He had the nurse applying a LOT of pressure at certain points as he used a cauterizer to stop the bleeding.
So he cut out the basal cell cancer and they applied a temporary pressure bandage. The next step is they test the perimeter of the skin to ensure all of the cancer cells are gone. After hanging in the waiting room for maybe 15-20 minutes they said they needed to cut again, fantastic. There was only a small amount they had to remove this time but in total I had a hole in my forehead about the size of a nickel.
Instead of just closing the wound right there they threw another bandage on it and said I should come back at 11 to get stitched up. This happened previously as well, I don’t quite understand why they don’t just stitch you up immediately however I knew the routine by this point. I hopped in the Prius and headed to a nearby Dunkin Donuts. I then just parked the car and sipped my coffee as I listed to a podcast to pass the time for close to an hour.
So getting closed up is often the least enjoyable part of this process. I once again had to request additional numbing as I felt the needle getting threaded through my skin more than once. The sensation of having the circular wound pulled tight into a line makes you feel like a human football. The doc said he had to make sure he was applying tension in the right way so it doesn’t pull up on my eyebrow, which would give me a permanent skeptical expression, which may be appropriate anyway.
I was glad when the final stitch was pulled tight. A massive pressure bandage was then applied which I am still sporting today. I was told to minimize my exertion for 48 hours and more or less be careful until the stitches are removed in eight days. They said to not get the bandages wet for the first 24 hours that they are required to be on. I managed to shower around them.
I got back to the office around 12-1. The numbing was still in effect, it in fact had spread to the top of my head. When I went to scratch my head it felt like I was scratching a piece of cardboard, I couldn’t feel it at all. However as the afternoon went on the numbing faded and the soreness and stinging was intensifying. It got pretty intense, I was considering heading out early but I popped an aspirin which at least took the edge off the pain so I stuck it out. Despite not going to the gym I felt pretty tired and wiped out last night, perhaps just the body’s reaction to getting cut on. I switched over to extra strength Tylenol which seemed to do a better job of masking the pain.
I got a call from my neighbor who was at work. He said he locked his keys in his car and wanted to know if I could jump start one of their other vehicles so his wife could go get him. There was a complication, the car with the dead battery was in their garage so it had to be pushed out so I could jump it with my truck. Cindy was giving me a hard time about it since I wasn’t supposed to exert myself. I assured her that pushing a car backwards is not nearly as difficult as she thought.
So we got the big Lincoln out of the garage and I hooked it up to the Tacoma. Our initial attempts to jump it were not successful as the motor only turned over weakly before stopping. I wasn’t sure if it was a juice thing or the terminals being pretty dirty. I decided to go get my personal power center that I bought a few years ago for race timing. One of it’s abilities is as an emergency jump starter. Our first attempt with it again failed but then after I rotated the cables around some more to hopefully get a cleaner connection the car fired up. I was glad we were able to help out although the neighbors will need to be replacing the battery in that car asap.
I forgot to mention an awkward, funny gym story from Tuesday. I was in the stretching room doing sets of push ups. As I finished a set a woman that was on her back stretching complimented my form and how many I could do. As I looked up to respond to her I see that she is holding her right ankle up to her ear during the exchange. I immediately felt awkward but said back, well I wish I was that flexible. She said she has always been very flexible in a way that contributed to the awkwardness. She continued to hold the pose as I turned the other way to finish my remaining sets and exit the room.
I am off Friday and Monday. I took Friday off to take care of whatever remains with prep for Katie’s baby shower. It’s going to be the most people we have ever had at the house by a factor of two or three. Cindy said there could be 35-50 people. The logistic part of my mind immediately jumped to the difficulties of 50 people divided by one guest toilet. Sure we could allow people to use the master bathroom as well but the idea of all of these people, coming from the outdoors where the party is being held, trampling across our bedroom carpet to relieve themselves just is not appealing. I guess we could lay down some sort of runner through the bedroom if need be.
Of course the house is in a chaotic state with all of the party prep going on which never makes me feel good. I am looking forward to the event being in the rear mirror so things can return to a more orderly state. By taking Monday off I hope to have plenty of time to make that happen.
Although the skies were gray, no rain was falling yet last night so we decided to make our annual fair visit. We were surprised when we approached the entrance and saw a HUGE line of people both waiting to get tickets and to get in the door. I didn’t expect such a big crowd on a Monday night but I guess they had two promos going, half price entry and discounted ride pass tickets. The long line apparently was also due to more strict bag screening and only having three metal detectors. It took us about 20-25 minutes just to get inside the fair.
Once we entered it didn’t take us long to find our way to our traditional arepa vendor which we enjoyed for dinner. The cheesy/corn concoction is very good, in small quantities. We then headed over to the small animal exhibit area which was mostly chickens. Some of the birds were just so beautiful. We both couldn’t help but feel badly for them as being locked up in a two foot square cage 24×7 has to be miserable.
As we wandered next door we came across a blacksmith stand. We watched as the blacksmith took a piece of iron and with the help of the little boy customer who cranked the coal forge, turned it into a miniature horseshoe with his name stamped on it. It looked like a unique memento so I asked Cindy if she wanted one. At first she said no but then she reconsidered. I told her it would be cool.
So we waited patiently while he took care of the little boy ahead of us. In the meantime we talked to his wife Beverly who took the money and wrote the inscription on a little card for Marvin to work off of. Cindy and her hit it off.
When it was our turn Cindy got up on the platform and started turning the hand crank as instructed to stoke the forge. Somehow during this process the conversation expanded as Cindy talked to Marvin about her Air Force experience and he in turn talked at length about his dad who was in the Air Force as well. Marvin is 75 years old, he and his wife Beverly tow this trailer/blacksmith shop around the country doing fairs and conventions. Before we knew it we had spent a full hour with them. It was very cool to have that sort of unexpected interaction. The horseshoe will always carry that memory with it.
After getting our customized horseshoe we again hit the food stands, this time looking for desert. Cindy opted for an elephant ear which is basically dough, butter, and cinnamon. I went for a chocolate milkshake, a staple of my youth but something I rarely indulge myself in anymore. We both enjoyed our selections.
We made one more stop at the petting zoo where we fed carrots to sheep, goats, cows and even a camel. However much like the other animals at the show, I hope that outside of their time on exhibition, they get to roam freely around wherever home is. It started to rain maybe an hour after we got home so we timed it out quite well.
It’s funny, although we still enjoyed the fair, I told Cindy it was odd how the changes they have made to the event over the last few years have made it worse instead of better. As time passes usually things get streamlined and planned better as issues come up. It seems that opposite is true of the Collier County Fair. They made things less efficient and have tweaked the layout in ways that take away from the experience, IMO.
Today I had the first of my doubleheader of medical procedures, a high resolution chest CT. I had two CT’s back in September so I knew the general drill. This one was a higher res version. As a result I also had to roll onto my stomach which I didn’t have to do before. The function of the test is two fold. It will reveal if the likely benign nodule in my lung has changed at all and hopefully give a closer look at my vascular system to see if the calcified coronary artery they detected the first time around is more significant than originally thought.
Tomorrow I head back to the dermatologist to have yet another basal cell skin cancer cut out. It’s in the corner of my forehead so I am curious how this will go. It isn’t like there is a lot of excess skin to work with in that location. It is the MOHS procedure once again where they cut, test the edges and if more cancerous cells are detected they cut again. It’s not a fun time.
After work on Friday I stopped at Home Depot to load the Tacoma up with ANOTHER pile of top soil and sod for the chicken area. At this point I have probably added around 300 square feet of elevated area to prepare for wet season. It’s normally grunt work but with my current odd issue with endurance, it felt much, much harder. I was ridiculously tired after spreading the dirt and laying the sod. I mean it was at a point where I was evaluating just how wiped out should I be before I get medically evaluated. The sensation continued Saturday morning as well but lessened as the weekend progressed. After my CT test this week I will be getting the results and then moving forward with whatever is next. Whatever is going on with me since late last summer is not normal.
On Saturday we made a run to Tractor Supply as they sell higher quality chicken feed than Rural King. I want the new birds to have the best shot of being healthy long term. While I was there I also picked up some fence posts to replace a few rotting cross supports in our fence line. Later in the afternoon I walked the entire perimeter assessing which supports were in need of replacement. As I was coming down the east fence line I saw something that I didn’t want to see, a motionless rabbit.
We always have rabbits in the yard at night. If they are spotted by Elsa she always gives chase. When she does, up until this point, the rabbits have always been able to squeeze through the small rectangular opening in the fence to escape. Well for whatever reason this unlucky animal got stuck, and it apparently died struggling to escape which was a horrific thought that I couldn’t keep from reentering my mind the rest of the weekend. What made it worse was on the one leg there was a spot where all the fur was gone, I am sure Elsa was responsible for not only getting the rabbit stuck but for that as well. That added to the already horrible imagery in my mind.
So I went and got a wire snips and a shovel. I buried the poor animal outside the fence line. This incident has greatly reduced the amount of autonomous freedom we will allow Elsa. Quite often we would just let her roam the backyard while we attend to other tasks. That is no longer acceptable. I also plan to carry a flashlight with me at night so if she does shoot off to chase a rabbit I will be able to make sure there is no tragic outcome like what happened this weekend.
Cindy and I went on a brief ride on our PEVs to the grocery store for her to grab a couple things. She rode the Dualtron scooter, I rode my 18L. For the second time in a month she hit something in the road that punctured the rear tire. She was able to baby it home on the flat tire. Luckily when I last did the repair I ordered two tubes. I was able to replace the tube pretty easily since I had done it once before.
Saturday night Cindy and I watched American Made, a Tom Cruise film. It is based on a true story that seems too incredible to be true. The main character is a pilot who in the late 70’s and 80’s was double dipping, working for the US government and the drug cartels. He would take spy photos and deliver guns to the Contras and then load up the plane with drugs to fly them back to the US. It’s just a crazy story. Once again, even though I am not a fan of Tom Cruise as a person, his string of entertaining movies for me remains intact, B+.
Sunday morning Cindy and took advantage of the overcast skies and cooler temperatures to go out for a ride. We hit North Collier Regional Park with Cindy riding the Backfire skateboard as I rolled on my One Wheel. A good portion of the video is my offering up my opinion on the new One Wheel Pint which was just announced this week.
Later in the afternoon I pulled out the pressure washer to clean the lanai deck in preparation for the baby shower next week. It’s a tedious and slow process but needed to be done. This weekend I took off Friday and Monday. Friday I will have more to do in prep and Monday will give me time to hopefully get stuff done that I want to do. Oh just to keep things fun I have my high resolution chest CT tomorrow morning followed by skin cancer surgery on Wednesday.
So I have been printing my largest and most detailed model ever all week. It’s a massive castle with incredible amounts of detail that has already consumed one complete 1KG roll of filament and is chewing through another. Last night I had to do the filament swap which I was nervous about. I tried printing this model the first time last weekend. When I tried to swap filament that time I messed up the print head position which made it impossible for me to resume. Luckily this time I got it changed without incident. Cindy is very much looking forward to getting the opportunity to paint this massive model which will be a huge project in itself. Depending on how much detail she does, this thing could be a genuine piece of art by the time it is complete.
Cindy and I have been watching Leaving Neverland, the HBO documentary about Michael Jackson and his pedophile tendencies. If you ever had any doubt that Jackson was a habitual child molester, those doubts will vanish after watching this two part series. It’s just another example of how these famous people are propped up and insulated by money, buying silence and cooperation to keep the curtain of deception intact. Our president is another unfortunate example of the same practices, thankfully I don’t think he has any pedophilia hiding in his massive, gold plated closet of secrets.
So I believe I made mention of Luke Perry’s death a couple weeks ago. The former 90210 actor died after complications of a massive stroke. He was only 52 years old, less than a year ahead of me. Anyone that has read this blog for a long time knows my hang ups about aging and death, I just don’t want to deal or think about either. When my mom died at the relatively early age of 67 we had to work through the process of handling her estate which was tough since mom never gave me power of attorney, something she talked about doing for a few years but never happened.
Mom’s death gave me the push to do some estate planning, sort of. I bought Quicken Will Maker maybe a year after she died. I then waited another year or more until I actually installed the software and generated a will, power of attorney, living will, and health care advocate documents. Then another year has passed but yesterday, partially thanks to Luke Perry, I actually signed and got these documents notarized so they are official. I scanned and sent copies off to all parties mentioned, hopefully never having to be used.
I don’t just have Luke to thank for taking this final step. My ongoing health issues that started last summer have made me think more about the need for this to get done. If I join the ranks of the “drop dead out of nowhere” club, I certainly want to make sure that my affairs are in order. I still don’t feel normal and that concerns me. It concerns me enough that I am arranging to revisit the med clinic after my second chest CT next week to look more into the calcification on a coronary artery that was mentioned during the first scan. For some reason this was viewed as a minor finding, which I don’t get. The way I feel when doing higher exertion activities, where my energy level seems to plummet feels like a symptom of a possible partial blockage somewhere. I am going to push for whatever testing there is to try to figure it out.
This weekend I have plenty to keep me busy. It will be the calm before the storm of next weekend which is Katie’s baby shower. The amount of planning and prep Cindy has put into this is nothing short of staggering.
I got done printing a small version of the big castle that I am trying to print at home for the second time. Even with the diminutive scale, the detail on the model was pretty incredible. I took it home for Cindy to paint which will surely be a delicate process, requiring more patience than I possess. I printed the miniature version on my Ender 2 printer that resides in my office.
I have been busy at work doing a lot of updates on our servers that have been in service for awhile. My main focus has been upgrading server OS versions. We had a number of servers still running Windows Server 2008R2. I have been trying to bring them all up to a minimum of Server 2012R2 and Server 2016 if possible. I have been doing in place upgrades which is not officially endorsed as the best way by Microsoft. They would prefer you set up a new server and then migrate.
Most of our server hardware is several years old but is still more than robust enough to fulfill their roles in the network. We actually have been reducing our physical server footprint for quite awhile. Between outsourcing applications to the cloud and virtualization, we probably have close to half of the amount of boxes that we once did.
Anyway, for the most part, the in place upgrades have gone smoothly. I have had a few head scratcher issues that I am still sorting out but nothing that I can’t work around. These are changes that I probably could have done awhile ago but the “if it isn’t broke, don’t fix it” mentality definitely applies for me. I am not a big fan of upgrading for no reason other than incrementing a set of numbers.
Yesterday I talked about in life, if you are passive about getting people to do things you will spend a lot of time getting nothing done. When our metal roof was installed late last spring I immediately noticed that the west side seemed to have mismatched metal panels on it. I pointed it out to the project manager. At that time he said that it was likely just because the metal was just installed and it should wear evenly once exposed to the elements. Well the picture you see was taken last night, some nine months later.
