Monthly Archives: September 2014

Visiting With My Mother … With Jared and Tania

DSCN0054Among a whole bunch of other things today, we spent some time visiting with Mother in Soda Springs. She had quilted this quilt for Jared several years ago and now that he’s finally married, she’s gifted the quilt to him. It is a real work of art. Both Jared and Tania were very pleased with the quilt. Who knows … maybe there’s another grandchild in our future??

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This morning at 9:30 am I met with the folks at Personnel Security, answered a few questions (like, did I have a weapons permit or a camera permit and similar), handed over my badge, and was escorted out of the building. It’s now over for real.

Driving back to Pocatello I considered how I feel about all of this. There’s definitely a feeling of freedom, relief at no longer having to get up at 4:30 to meet a vanpool at 6 and drive for an hour to work, and feeling of anticipation for what will come next.

As I got ready to close my company-issued MacBook Pro for the last time (a very nice and very functional computer), there was a bit of a feeling of regret that I wasn’t going to be doing much Python scripting, or web development, or database development because there is so much that the department needs to have done. They’re in the process of hiring replacements as my manager was able to turn my departure into requisitions for two people (not that I was doing two people’s work; I’m pretty sure that I was being paid enough that they could hire two people at little increase in cost), one of whom will be an intern. It’ll be nice employment for both of them.

There is also a kind of a sense of loss of family. I’ve been working closely with a great group of people. They’re intelligent, competent, funny, weird, human. Some weeks I’ve spent more time with them than I have with Nina. I shall miss that association. But that emotion isn’t as strong as I thought it might be, mostly because of the huge feeling of anticipation for the next thing!

One thing finished, something new at the doorstep. Life is very good.

The End Is Here! Magic Number: ZERO

IMG_0199.JPGMy last day working for a paycheck finally arrived. Voluntarily I’m turning in my badge tomorrow morning … for which I’ll get a full day’s pay. As the day got closer to 4:30 I actually got increasingly happy! I’m right ready to do this.

The office did arrange a cake and ice cream get together at noon and I was able to chat with a lot of people I’ve worked with over the past several years. This has been a great ride and a lot of fun. I’ve learned a lot and it’s a fitting end to a long career in computers. Now if our mission call would just arrive!

You’re Being Tracked!!

IMG_0198.JPGNina drove over to Boise to spend some time with relatives, stayed overnight last night, and drove home this afternoon. She took my car as it has more “listening” options, including SiriusXM Satellite Radio. It’s a long 3 1/2 hour drive each way, much of which is rather boring. In addition to all the music / talk show options, the car is also equipped with a ham radio APRS transmitter (Automatic Packet Reporting System) which sends out location information either on an interval or when the car heading changes by more than 15 degrees.

That information is picked up by other ham radio stations and either relayed to an “igate” or the station picking it up is an “igate” (internet gateway). The data is then stored in a database which has been integrated with Google Maps. That’s the display in the picture. The image updates every few seconds. Consequently, I was able to see where she was during the entire trip. It was kind of fun having that kind of imformation at my finger tips!

We’ll be making a trip out east in October visiting family. The tracker will be in the motor home and all interested parties can see where we are during the entire trip. I rather like that capability.

This was my penultimate working day. We had lunch together as a department. I asked if this was a celebration…. Everyone (eventually) agreed that it should not be a celebration because Roland is leaving. Be that as it may … I’m leaving whether it’s a celebration or not!

Yesterday was Trevor’s birthday. Had he lived beyond 29 he would have been 43 years old. I can’t conjure up an image of what he might look like at 43. He’s still burned into my memory as a rather michevious, free-spirited 29. He is still sorely missed and I think of him often, wondering what he is doing and whether or not it’s possible for him to get into trouble, even there. Happy birthday, Trevor!

And that’s all for today!

Another Last: Tuesday

It is windy with brief rain showers outside. The temperature has gone down by about 15° in the past half hour. It’s windy enough that the motor home is shaking!

Folks have been asking us how it is living in the motor home, all 24′ of it. Here are some pictures:

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Motor Home in the Cowboy RV Park

The motor home sits in the back of the park in space 5. I think there are about 35 spaces or so. The ones on the outside are for folks like us, here for a longer duration. A couple of rigs look like they’re here permanently! The inside sites are for the short timers and they turn over a lot. Even today, in the middle of September, the park is full most every night.

There is sufficient space between sites. We seldom see the folks on either side of us.

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Motor Home Looking to the Rear

This is the view from the front looking to the rear. The small closet is to the right behind the mirrors with the table on the left which folds down into a (small) bed. The kitchen is straight back and the bathroom is through the door that has the hanging pockets thing on the door. Storage space is at a premium and the hanging pockets are very useful for Nina and all her genealogy stuff.

 

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Motor Home Looking to the Front

Th is is the view from the back looking to the front. I’m standing in the kitchen to take the picture. Because of the need for hanger space, I’ve put a rod across the front seats where we can hang clothes. The fridge / freezer is to the immediate right and the door to the bathroom to the left. The couch folds down into a bed (there is no built-in bed) where Nina sleeps. My bed is up top over the front two seats.

 

It’s cozy, but very workable. We’ll see how it goes when I’ve retired on this coming Friday and we’re both here full time….

Magic Number:

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Last Monday!

I will be retiring (for real this time) on Friday. That means this has been my last Monday at work for a paycheck, likely for the rest of my life. Seems quite strange, actually. It’s been a long career working with computers, starting at the Purdue National Bank in Lafayette, Indiana in September, 1968. I spent 6 years prior to that in the Air Force stationed in Japan with extensive temporary duty assignments in Thailand, Vietnam, Phillipines, Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Korea.

After Purdue National Bank I worked for TRW in various capacities, including almost 6 years in Europe, for over twelve years. Then I worked for a software consulting company in Cleveland that no longer exists for 9 years followed by 4 years with Thiokol Corporation. I had a brief stint consulting with the State of Utah, then 10 years with LSI Logic which took me all over the world. That was followed by three years with AMI Semiconductor in Pocatello, and finally with the Idaho National Laboratory. It has been a good career. In a few days the next adventure begins. It should be a fun ride!

Ta ta for now!

Magic Number: 6 — Downsizing

When we decided to sell the house we began boxing up stuff to put into storage. Our good friends (and our home teachers) had just purchased a set of storage units so that worked out well for us; they could kind of keep an eye on things while we are somewhere else in the world. We decided to rent two of them thinking that we could put all our stuff into about 1 1/2 units and have room to put the Toyota Rav4 in as well. We’d keep that car, sell Nina’s Avalon, sell the motorcycle, and possibly sell the motor home.

It hasn’t worked out exactly like the plan. First, the house sold about six weeks earlier than we had expected, so rather than moving things in a leisurely fashion, we had to kick into high gear and get fully moved out in three weeks. The Ward members turned out in droves to help move everything out of the house into storage and the result was both units completely full. No room for a car! The motorcycle might be sold, the guy who wants it “has to come up with the money.” I finally told him that I’d need a definitive answer by today so if he couldn’t do the money, I still had time to get it sold. Nina’s Avalon is sold as well, the buyer just needs to come and get it.

We’re now living in the motor home at the Cowboy RV Park in Pocatello, Idaho.  We’ve downsized from 4,200 sq ft to about 120 sq ft. It’s working out reasonably well….

The biggest issue is finding stuff. We’ve been to the storage units almost daily since the 12th of August when we moved into the motor home, either taking stuff to the storage unit or bringing stuff here from the storage unit. Quite often what we’re looking for in the storage unit can’t be readily found without taking the whole unit apart. I’m pretty sure if I took everything out of both units and repacked it, we’d have room enough for the car. The question is whether I want to go to all that effort! It’s a bigger job than I could do by myself, so I’d have to find / rent help. It might be worth it just to make an inventory of what is where in the storage unit!

We’ve pretty much decided to keep the motor home and put it in storage while we’re gone. We’ll never be in position to buy another one, this one is paid for, works well, and is in pretty good shape. Selling it in November will be very difficult and we wouldn’t get it’s value out of the sale. So, we’ll park it outside in a fenced-in storage lot, put the cover over it, and have it available when we’re done missioning.

And that’s the way things are….

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Doing Laundry

I have had every-other-Friday off since I started to work at the Idaho National Laboratory. That’s always been a nice perk. Today is one of those Fridays. Nina works as an Ordinance Worker at the Idaho Falls Temple on Friday mornings, so she has to get up around 3:30 am and be out the door around 4:30 am. On the days that I’m working, I have to get up at 4:30 am and be out the door by 5:45 am. Every other Friday I usually sleep through Nina’s preparations and on the other Fridays I’m getting up as she is going out the door. Long paragraph for a very mundane subject….!!

The reason I’m blogging this is that after my blog was updated to the latest software, I couldn’t log in and I couldn’t post from my iPad. That’s been fixed after some fancy command-line Linux and MySQL work (done by me) so I was able to post from my MacBook. This is a test to verify that I can post from my iPad and that everything is in order.

The problem appears to have been a WordPress plugin that was no longer cooperating. I got them all uninstalled and then reinstalled a couple of plugins that are pretty essential (particularly the spam filter as my blog, like everyone else’s, gets hundreds of spammy comments every day and Akismet does a great job of filtering out more than 99% of them). A couple of others might prove to be useful, but in some cases the upgrades to the base WordPress software makes the need for a couple of plugins no longer necessary.

So, I’m doing laundry. That turned out to be a big of a saga all by itself. First, I couldn’t find the laundry detergent. It’s in the motor home or Nina’s car somewhere … somewhere quite safe. So, on the way to the laundromat I stopped at Albertson’s to pick up some detergent. I never really know how much detergent to use and Nina buys the big warehouse-sized containers and uses a scoop. It’s always a mystery to me; particularly since the scoop has graduations etched into it for a half-scoop, 3/4 scoop and a full-scoop. So I decided I’d buy the Tide Pods which should be already pre-measured and contain the right amount of detergent, whitener, and whatever else should be used.

I got to the laundromat, loaded a washer, got out the bag of pods, and discovered I’d bought the wrong stuff. I had “Tide Boost”, not “Tide Pods”. The Boost product is intended to be used with your regular detergent. That meant, I didn’t have any detergent. The machine on the wall where you can buy (expensive) small boxes of stuff is broken. All of the detergent slots wouldn’t accept any money. So, I unloaded the washer, put everything back in the car, and drove up the street to the nearest market, and studiously bought Tide Pods.

The washers are now going. One has started to spin. In another hour I might be done. It has taken literally the entire morning.

I remember washing days as a small child with my mother on Eastman Avenue in Soda Springs. She had a wringer washer and doing the wash was iterally an all-day process. She’s put the clothes in, fill the washer, run it, and then put the clothes through the wringer into a rinse tub. A second load would go into the same wash water. While it was washing, she’d stir the rinse water and put the clothes through the wringer again into a second tub of rinse water. After stirring them, she’d put them through the wringer the third time into a clothes basket to take outside and hang on the clothes line.

After they were hung up, she’d turn the rinse tubs around, dump the first rinse water from the first load, wring the washer clothes into what was the second rinse water and fill the second rinse tub with wather. After rinsing the the first tube, the clothes went through the ringer into the second tub, rinsed, and through the ringer into the second tub. Then after going through the ringer once again, they’d go outside to be hung on the line.

That got two loads of wash done. There was usually a third load, and sometimes a fourth, depending on what we’d been doing during the week. Dad’s work clothes came home particularly dirty and sometimes they had to go through the wash a couple of times. I remember his job changing and one of the perks was that Monsanto washed his bib overalls for him. Mother appreciated that!

The clothes would hang on the line for the rest of the day and into the evening when they’d be gathered in, folded, and those that didn’t need ironing put away.

Monday was wash day, Tuesday was ironing day. Mother had an ironing machine that had a long arm and most of the clothes needing ironing could be done on that while she sat at the machine. The rest had to be done standing at the ironing board.

The day we bought an automatic washer was a celebration day at our house. Grandfather Gillett worked at the Tooele Mercantile in Tooele, Utah. Finally dad and mother had saved enough money to buy the washing machine on Grandfather’s discount (and I’m sure he did some personal additional discounting … that was just how he was). Wash day was still on Monday and ironing day on Tuesday, but the heavy lift was gone along with the hours of standing over the washing machine and the two rinse tubs. Mother just shifted other house cleaning from later in the week to Mondays. That meant she was able to take on several additional piano students, a significant source of income for the family. So not only did the automatic washing machine save a lot of time, it also increased mother’s income by about 20%! I’m sure the machine paid for itself within a year. Enough so, that by the time I was in Junior High School we had purchased an electric dryer to go along with the washing machine. That also meant a few additional piano students!

Well, my wash is now in the dryer and in a few minutes it’ll be coming out. It’ll only take about 2 1/2 hours and it’ll all be done. No ironing is needed. It’s now a rare day when Nina gets out the ironing board anymore. Life is good!

Now, if this works right, you’ll be able to read this!

I haven’t ever used the “Featured Image” feature of the WordPress app on my iPad. So, I’ve featured a picture of baby pheasants from the Idaho State Fair. No idea how this’ll look….