Day 293, docent, quiet afternoon

Saturday, 9/21/2019

Today I was scheduled to lead a private tour, that is, one requested by some group, not a regularly-scheduled one. The group was from the Buddhist temple of Palo Alto. The leader was disappointed there was only the one docent. I signed up for this some time ago, because I like private tours: I can go slower and run over the 1-hour limit on the scheduled tours. But the leader complained, with justice, that he had phoned Poppy the person who schedules these a week ago, to warn her that he would have a full group of 38 people, and requested two docents. Somehow that message wasn’t effective, or at least, Poppy didn’t do anything to recruit another docent, like sending out an email, that I recall.

Wait, let me check. Yes, in an email on Monday the 16th, she requested a docent for a private tour on Wednesday. In that email, she also listed three other private tours, Thursday, Friday, and then this one on Saturday with the note, “1 more docent needed.” But that didn’t draw any response, not surprisingly since it was the fourth request down in a long email. Pretty clearly the Museum is either short of docents, or long on private tours. And they have recently reduced the paid staff, including the woman who was in charge of recruiting docents.

Anyway, we proceeded, and I held the attention of most of them, there were still at least 30 with me at the end. So it worked out.

Back home I ate lunch in the dining room, and later supper, and this may be the first time ever I ate all three meals there. I’ll note that the chef is really trying. The entrees tonight were 1, Salmon Teriyaki, 2, Duck meat (breasts and thighs, your choice) in gravy, and Pepper Steak. There was a vegetarian dish as well, and green beans and bok choi. The salmon was perfect; the duck was nice, I passed on the steak. And Saturdays are do-it-yourself Sundae days, two drums of ice cream with scoops and ad-lib toppings on the side.

After lunch I spent an hour working in my Lisp textbook; otherwise I pretty well wasted the afternoon.

Oh. On the “should contact Katie” issue. Actually not just Katie but I’ve not contacted her mother or sister either. So yesterday I sent a cheerful email giving my updated postal address, to anybody in my contacts list I thought might ever want to send me a card or something. I was careful to include Katie’s mother, sister, and friend/caretaker Michelle. Figuring that, maybe they’d take the excuse to write back. But so far, a couple of other people did, but not any of them.

Day 292, goodby Safari, art, lunch

Friday, 9/20/2019

First thing this morning, while sipping coffee and waiting for the newspaper to slide under the door, my Macbook said, you have updates. Fine, what? Oh, just a new version of

Safari.

OK, install that.

When I set up Godot, I had opted not to use Chrome. For years I’ve had the habit of using two browsers: Firefox always open with my Gmail and some other routine tabs, and the other browser–which on the big iMac is Chrome–for general and ad-hoc browsing. On Godot I thought I’d use Safari for the ad-hoc browser. That worked more or less well but there were some problems.

One was that Lastpass is essential to my browsing, filling in passwords and credit card numbers as required. Lastpass doesn’t work super-well with Safari. Unlike with other browsers, where it is simply a browser extension, with Safari Lastpass needs its app open all the time, and the app window often pops up annoyingly when it is trying to fill in fields in a Safari page. But I coped.

Another was that WordPress, where I post to this blog daily, had some issues with Safari, and would occasionally forget posts if I forgot to refresh its page carefully before starting a new post. But I coped.

This morning, when Safari restarted in its updated version 13.0, it put up a message: “Ublock Origin is not compatible with this version of Safari.” Nope. Nope nope nope. Ublock Origin is the best ad blocker, I have it everywhere. I will not try to use any alternative. Goodby, Safari. Chrome come back! All is forgiven! Google, track my every click, I don’t care. (Although I see that Chrome intends to restrict its API the same way, making UBlock Origin impossible there as well. At which time I will switch to Firefox for everything.)

So, at 9 I headed off to join Darlene and Jessea to view some

art

by Carol Aust. As I wrote before, I had originally planned to buy a painting, but it had been sold last week. We walked from D&J’s house to Carol’s which by pure coincidence was just four blocks away. It was a 1920’s Oakland place on a block were every other old home showed signs of remodeling. Definitely a neighborhood on the way up. Carol welcomed us in, and Darlene immediately engaged her in house-talk, comparing the ages of their homes and the details. Jessea and I walked around looking at the dozen or so large paintings she’d set out. Some of them had elements of the “Eight Pelicans” that I liked so much, but none resonated the way that had. So we chatted for a while and I gave her as many clues as I could about what I was hoping for, and we agreed she’d keep in touch. I think that by spring when the Hunter’s Point Open Studio event comes around again, she’ll have something I like.

From there we drove to the The Wolf for lunch. Formerly the Bay Wolf, and coincidentally, according to Darlene, just a few doors from where the Lacrampe family had a French Laundry back at the turn of the 20th century, where Marian’s parents worked a while early on.

Back home I did my laundry, taking two heavy naps while the first and second loads ran, the result of a heavy lunch and a beer.

Day 291, Shustek, dinner

Thursday, 9/19/2019

Drove across the Bay to the Shustek center where I and the other Dave spent the day cataloging part of a large donation of Teletext equipment that, in the 90s, was used by WTBS in Atlanta.

Back home, I met with Lynn and Florence for a supper date organized by Patty. Patty, who’s a fairly strong-minded person, had us each tell our life story, high school through our first job. Interesting people. Florence’s father was Bruno Rossi, a well-known physicist. Her family fled Italy in 1939, just ahead of WWII, ending up at Cornell U. where she was born. Some of her education involved a year at the Sorbonne. And so on. All much more interesting than my life. Anyway, good practice in listening.

Day 290, haircut, book, FOPAL, A/V

Wednesday, 9/18/2019

This morning I was scheduled for a haircut at 9am, so, as with the prior morning’s 9am flu shot, I wasn’t able to go for a run and instead did exercises in my room. Then out to have Chris cut my hair as she’s been doing since the 1970s (when I had a lot more hair to cut). Back to C.H. for an hour working on the novel. Then to FOPAL where I found seven or eight boxes of books waiting for the Computer section, and spent three hours in total culling, pricing and shelving.

Got back to C.H. just in time for a 4:15 appointment with Ian to be shown the A/V equipment, which is quite extensive. I learned where pretty much everything is. Since there was a lecture at 7, I ate a quick supper then joined Bert, who was doing the A/V for the lecture, and shadowed him — learning several things about the systems that Ian hadn’t thought to tell me.

In fact we the A/V team had a fairly public screw-up. The speaker, a very affable and easy-going (fortunately) Stanford history prof, wanted to start his show with a short video from Vimeo. The prof was supposed to have arrived well in advance of the 7pm start so we could set him up. You need to get the lapel mic and transmitter on him, and you need to connect his laptop to our video projector, and get it ready to show the video, followed by a smooth transition to his power-point slides. On a laptop you’ve not seen before.

He didn’t arrive until 6:55, when a fair number of people had already filtered in and sat down. So we had to set up his stuff with lots of people watching and under time pressure. We set up the video easily enough, although this was one of the new Macbooks that has no old-school USB, and no HDMI, just a selection of identical USB-3s (“lightning” connectors). Bert had a dongle for this that broke out an HDMI and an old-style USB from a lightning port. Right away the Mac found the HDMI, and here my experience with Macs was a help, Bert is a Windows guy and didn’t know how to make the Mac mirror the displays instead of treating the external projector as a second screen. That set, we verified the power point (actual Power Point, not Mac Keynote) worked. And cued up the video full-screen ready to start.

UN-fortunately in the rush, neither Bert nor I thought to check whether we were getting any audio. And we weren’t. Without audio, the video wasn’t much help, so the speaker just said, forget it, let’s go to the slides. I still don’t know what the problem was, although I’m pretty sure we could have worked it out had the guy actually showed up when asked.

I think Friday I’ll take my laptop down and see if I can make things work.

Day 289, grief, flu shot, more

Tuesday, 9/17/2019

Last night I had a bit of grief flashback, which is lingering into the morning. It started when it came to mind how I’ve ghosted Katie. Backstory. Marian’s brother Emile had two sons, Paul and Mark. Mark is currently head of a radiology group at a Seattle hospital. Paul married Katie around 1998, and they opted to start a farm on San Juan Island, in Puget Sound. Marian and I visited them in 1999 while they were still camping out on the land — we helped construct a roof over the latrine in the woods! We visited the farm again and again over the years as they built a very nice house and developed a thriving organic produce farm. Marian loved the place and loved Paul and Katie, who returned the affection. She took great delight in helping them organize things, and in just doing routine household and garden work, and loved to interact with their son, Quinn.

20070824_2874-m — Marian spent many hours tidying the flower garden in front of the house.

g903p02020over20the20stile-l — In 1999 Marian and Paul celebrate finishing the fencing around the property with this stile.

In 2015, Paul died of brain cancer, leaving Katie and Quinn to carry on. Quinn has since graduated high school and begun attending a small college in Southern California.

A year later, Katie was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimers. We last visited in 2017, when Katie’s deficits were starting to show. Fortunately she and Paul had built up enough savings that Quinn is assured of money to finish school and, when the farm is eventually sold, Katie’s care will be secured for as long as she needs it.

Just after Marian’s death I got a very nice card from Katie, heartfelt but also showing deficits in spelling and limited word choice that made clear that her alzheimer’s was advancing.

So the thought that intruded on me last night, not for the first time of course, was that “I really should communicate with Katie.” Or at least, check in with her friend Michelle who, last I knew, had shouldered the job of managing Katie’s affairs, hiring attendants to mind her and watching her finances. But when I really thought about doing that — I got a wave of emotion such as I haven’t had for months. And now while I write this. Marian loved that place and those people so much… I can’t ever go back there, I don’t want to think about it or them… but I feel a duty to make some kind of contact…

Well there were other things today. At 9am I went to the auditorium where a flu shot clinic had been set up, and got my flu shot. At 11am the Creative Writing group met. I’d been urged to participate. The exercise this was was to write something based on a list of words, which I did. Each of the eight attendees read out their creation. It was interesting to see how different people spun different paragraphs from the same words.

After that I spent an hour working on my YA novel. Then it was time to meet Scott for lunch, except he emailed to say that today President Trump was speaking just up the road from the Alpine Inn where we were to meet. He couldn’t exit 280 there, and I was stuck in stopped traffic on Alpine road. Via cell phone, after struggling with poor reception, we managed to redirect to another place.

In the afternoon I got an email saying that the new Schwab accounts were now set up, and when I log in to Schwab, I am now the proud owner of six (6) accounts. So I sat down and set up a new spreadsheet for tracking these. I had kept Marian’s spreadsheet updated for a few months (starting on Day 68, I see), but there would be such a massive change in the structure when the house closed, I stopped updating it. Now I’ll begin again, with initial values today and then when Schwab’s monthly statement intervals come around.

In the evening I watched the end of SYTYCD and a couple of other recorded items. The Ken Burns series on country music is piling up and I haven’t started it yet.

Day 288, FOPAL mostly

Monday, 9/16/2019

The weather guy on the TV news talked about light rain, and when I headed out the door at 7am for a run, indeed the ground was damp. By the time I’d finished the running part and was walking back down Homer street there was a nice light shower getting me wet. The temperature was nearly 70 regardless and it was quite comfortable and fun.

A bit before 10 I drove to FOPAL for the post-sale cleanup. This time I had been asked to do pre- and post-sale counts of my section, so I counted the books as well as inspecting each and deciding to keep it at the current price, reduce the price, or give up and send it to the bargain room. Bottom line, of the 366 books in the section before the sale, 86 were now gone and presumably sold. Don’t know if that’s good or bad. With an average marked price of about $3, that’s over $200 for the library, anyway.

That took two hours, then I spent another two hours sorting. By then I was a bit tired, so I bought a few groceries and headed home. Had a nap; went downstairs for a light supper; then back for a quiet evening. Feel a bit sub-par and weary. Hmm: over 10,000 steps today.

Day 287, FOPAL, chromebook

Sunday, 9/15/2019

About 4am I had a spell of wakefulness. I should add parenthetically that the prior night, Friday night, I had an exceptionally good amount of sleep, more than eight hours. But not last night. During the wakeful spell I got all anxious about the upcoming trip to Greece. I had intended to bring the macbook, to which after all I am pretty much attached at the hip. But that (I realize in the darkness) is a huge security risk. Suppose it is stolen. I have all these websites open, Schwab, the bank, and even if I close them, they are in the browsing history and as soon as they are open, Lastpass helpfully fills in the username and password and… some cunning Greek thief could be transferring money out of my accounts an hour after he gloms onto the computer…

Things look like that, at 4am. Yes I could set the machine up so it needs a password anytime you open the lid. But even then, losing it would be a major blow. I don’t want to take it on the road. What’s the alternative? Just use the phone? Well, maybe. I could get the WordPress iPhone app (I’m sure there is one) and update the blog from the phone, but that’s not a pleasant thought, trying to type a blog entry with my thumbs. Or reading any of the other websites that I look at regularly.

OK, I need a cheap, secure, travel laptop. In the darkness I google “chromebook”. Yup. That’s what I want. Problem solved. Back to sleep.

I went out for coffee walking up to Verve. On return, I got in the car and drove first to FOPAL, where the Computer section has been drastically reduced, maybe 1/3 of the books sold? I’ll know tomorrow when I do a count and can compare to the count I made Wednesday.

Then on to Walmart to look at their Chromebooks, which were badly displayed, and then across Showers Drive to Target to look at theirs. And bought an HP 11-inch one for $260 including tax. Then I spent the rest of the afternoon unboxing it. It is an amazing machine for $250 bucks.

Day 286, docent, FOPAL

Saturday, 9/14/2019

A leisurely morning before departing at 11am to lead the noon docent tour at the Museum. That went ok, although in hindsight I omitted some of my best points. I have given this tour maybe 30, 40? times and I swear I’ve never done it the same, or remembered every point, once.

On the way back I stopped at FOPAL, where the monthly sale weekend was on. I tidied up my Computer section–people make such a mess of it, come on, look at the book and if you aren’t buying it, just put it back where you got it already. Of course they don’t. Anyway, quite a few books gone.

In the middle of the day I got some disappointing news. Back on Day 154 I had seen the painting “Eight Pelicans” and really liked it. Since, I’d arranged to visit the artist’s studio next Friday with Darlene and Jessea and fully planned to buy the painting then. Today I got an email from Carol the artist, saying apologetically that some people had come by her studio that morning and bought “Eight Pelicans”. Well, crap! I shoulda coulda woulda given a deposit or something earlier. I had this stupid emotional thing where I didn’t want to do it until the house escrow had closed, and then that I wouldn’t do it until I could look at it again and… now it’s gone.

At supper the table conversation was about the new Stanford Hospital wing. Several people had been on an organized tour to the open house for the new facility. Very impressive, looks very expensive. “Did you go, Dave?” Um no, I said; I had spent entirely too much time at Stanford Hospital last year while my wife was sick. She was in there almost three weeks in total, plus a couple of other visits to the Emergency room. While I have no complaint with any of the staff, who were every one highly professional and humane, the environment was not pleasant long term, and having a shiny new building wouldn’t improve it. It wouldn’t fix the stress, the uncertainty of never knowing when your doctor or some specialist might pop in on rounds, never knowing how long you’ll wait to be taken for a test of some kind; and the bureaucracy that stifled all the staff and made the simplest things tedious.

Sooner or later I’ll no doubt need hospitalization and if there’s any choice about it, I’ll go to Sequoia or El Camino in preference to Stanford. No doubt they have the same problems but at least I won’t have to fight memories.

Day 285, paperwork, activities

Friday, 9/13/2019

Despite a forecast of high hot heat — and it did top 100 on my balcony later in the day, as reported by my totally accurate indoor/outdoor thermometer — I went for a run. I was out before 7:30 and back before 8:30 and it was very comfortable. Next I went to the Financial Advisors’ office to sign a bunch of papers. When we met on Monday we decided to put 1/3 of the house money with one of their favorite brokers, Kahn Bros., and 1/3 with another, Robotti. This requires opening two new Schwab accounts.

My IRA account has been managed by Kahn Bros. since forever, but you can’t just randomly add money to an IRA. So I have to create a new account to receive the money to be managed by Kahn. We had not had money managed by Robotti before, so that meant setting up yet another new account for them to run. Each of the brokers that my F.A.s use follows the Benjamin Graham “Value Investing” paradigm, but each has different methods and favors different parts of the market.

Anyway the Schwab paperwork to create an account takes at least four signatures and a couple of “initial here” items, and each brokerage has a disclosure agreement that takes a couple more. Then, the package needs to include proof that I’m the trustee of the family trust. The “Statement of Trust” document that the F.A.s had on file was out of date, superceded by the revisions following Marian’s death. So I went home and scanned the relevant pages of the current documents to PDF and emailed them. This was all managed and handled by the supremely competent and cheerful Cindy, who is the soul of that office.

Paperwork done, I put in an hour or so working on the novel. I’m in an easy part, basically doing a careful edit and slight modification of the parts I’ve already written. Removing one particular SF gizmo that I decided I didn’t like, while inserting a couple of clues that will be relevant to the ending I’ve outlined. And generally tidying up. I’m also reading Show Don’t Tell, one of the most practical and useful books on writing fiction I’ve read (and I’ve read a few). That motivates some of the edits I’m making.

About 2pm I started getting phone messages and emails from C.H. staff alerting us that the “chiller” that cools the ground and 3rd to 6th floors had broken down. We were advised to hydrate and if we felt any distress, to go to an upper floor lounge. Then there was a knock on the door, one of the nurses from the nursing wing was checking on each apartment on the floor to make sure we were OK. Actually I was quite comfortable. I had closed the drapes earlier and I don’t think the temperature got above 77 in my unit.

Today was the much-advertised Activity Fair, at which all the volunteer organizations have tables and try to get new members. I was interested in the A/V committee, who mainly provide people to run the sound (and video when necessary) in the auditorium. I’m supposed to get an email scheduling a training session.

I was accosted by the Chorus group who want me to come sing with them. Dubious, but I may try it. And I was hit on by Betty of the Writing group. They do a weekly thing where they send out a “prompt” — a sentence or something — and everyone writes something based on it, and they meet to read their creations. Hmmm. And by the editors of Scribble and Sketch, the in-house magazine, wanting contributions. Hmmm.

Because of the A/C breakdown, the Activity Fair in the Auditorium was managing attendance. They were monitoring the temp and if it got over 85, they’d have to cancel it. Meantime you had to wait at the door for someone to come out before going in, to keep the crowd small.

By 5pm the A/C was back online. At six I went down and didn’t like the look of the menu so I went out in the car to find supper. I was thinking of the restaurants at the Town and Country shopping center, but on the way I noticed Whole Foods, and said bleep that, I’ll just get a smoothie. And did.

Day 284, Yosemite, traffic, tech call

Thursday, 9/12/2019

Did some exercises, had breakfast, and off to Milpitas for a day’s work cataloging. Just toward the end of it I did a stupid thing with the database that will take Aurora, the curator, at least an hour of time to fix. Agghhh.

Left Milpitas at ten to four and thanks to traffic backups on 101 and Middlefield, didn’t shut down at C.H. until 5pm, about twice the normal time.

In the morning I’d had an email from Bert, the tech squad leader, referring me to a problem Bob S. was having with Apple Mail. I googled it; it’s not a common problem, but one that other people have had, so I emailed some suggestions (forgetting his problem was with email). Anyway that hadn’t helped and I futzed around with his computer for a while and declared myself stumped. I recommended the Genius Bar at the Apple store, and fortunately he had taken the Mini there before so he thought that was an OK idea.