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I am away from work all week, down in San Diego, staying with my brother and sister in law. The purpose for this visit is twofold. First, to celebrate Thanksgiving. Second, to help with the clean out of my father’s office.

Why the clean out? He isn’t deceased yet, after all… That is a complicated question, but it goes to my step mother, who is his main carer needing her second hip replacement. That is scheduled in the new year, and her daughter in law will be coming to San Diego to help her with the recovery. And she needs a place to stay.

My dad is in late stage Alzheimer’s and degrading rapidly. He sleeps in a hospital bed in the living room, and is reduced to watching cartoons and really awful reality TV. This is really really sad. Alas, his condition is getting to the point where home care is impossible without 24 hour live in help, and that is the trigger for moving to a nursing facility.

Fortunately, the search has been done, and a rather nice, homey one has an opening. Sometime in December or January, after all the paperwork is done, will be the move in.

Thus, my first full day in San Diego was a heavy labor day of breaking down bookshelves, and disassembling his computer desk. The desk was a throwback to the 1990’s, a platform table, and this monster frame that had a moveable gantry for the large CRT monitors of the era. Alas, as time went on, and my father upgraded to a system (2013 vintage Mac Pro) with LCD panels, this huge gantry remained.

Much of the heavy lifting is done but there is more to do to clear out the room.

I am going to admit that it is super sad to be doing this. My dad is a bit of a hoarder, and must have about 15 versions of Mac OS-X on CD/DVD that are pretty useless.

I would be remiss if I didn’t point out one tidbit. My brother, the hot-shot network engineer/solutions architect has been doing tech support. Their wifi was an aged apple airport access point. Somewhere along the way, my dad forgot the passcode to the SSID. Instead of doing a factory reset, my brother just splurged on a $20 Netgear access point.

No issue with that.

But, instead of removing the Airport AP, he just set it up as a bridge and plugged it into one of the network ports on the Airport. While that works it is certainly a fucked up way to do it.

I removed the Airport, and plugged it into the cable modem instead, assuming that it was just setup as a proper router.

Wrong answer. And since it didn’t issue any IP addresses, I couldn’t log into it and set it as an AP instead of a wireless bridge.

The path of least resistance was to just re-insert the Airport that we have lost the access to (as is typical Apple, it “just works) and then plug the Netgear into it.

This bothers me to no end, but fuck it, I don’t have time to fix it.

Got back from this fun late afternoon, and settled into a few classic movies. First up was Murder on the Orient Express, followed by the 1959 filming of “The Hounds of the Baskervilles”. Finally, keeping with the noir-ish theme, we tucked into Young Frankenstein, a Mel Brooks masterpiece, and something that reminds me of my youth.

During this stretch of movies, I began the prep for Monday’s repast, I am making pizza, using a Levain recipe from Ken Forkish’s “Flour, Water, Salt, Yeast” that makes a delightful chewy, tangy crust. The toppings will be one Pepperoni and Sausage, and one classic Margarita pizza.

Until tomorrow, signing out!

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