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Nancy's new cars
Saturday, November 1 2025
Nancy and her dog Jack came over for the first time in months this morning, and our dog Charlotte lost her mind with exhuberant joy, racing around back and forth and leaping into the air. Neville was also excited, but he didn't have the energy and flexibilty to communicate this quite as completely. They all went on a walk in the forest, and after they got back, I drank coffee with Nancy while Gretchen went off to work for a rare Saturday shift at the bookstore (an employee there, a plump goth woman, had recently quit without notice). Nancy and I talked about a number of things, including the trashy neighbors to her north, my recent job loss, and her and Ray's new set of cars. They'd gotten rid of both their Subarus after tiring of their ever-glowing check-engine lights (something I used to solve with a clever electrical hack) and replaced them with a 2015 Prius and a 2015 Acura (or was it a Honda Accord? Nancy called it a "Honda Acura"). But the latter has been trouble since Ray bought it and it's been towed back to a dealership in Connecticut twice now.
I spent much of the early part of the day still trying to get GPS coordinates out of my cursed RAK4630 GPS board. ChatGPT had taken me down a long path with various ideas about how to parse the payload part of the data packet. But then it turned out that all I had to do was run some commands via the CLI and then suddenly I was getting a new kind of packet with the GPS coordinates in it in plain text. It was that easy. Thanks, ChatGPT! The commands, by the way, were these:
meshtastic --to !abcd1234 --set power_mode 2
meshtastic --to !abcd1234 --set gps_update_interval 300
meshtastic --to !abcd1234 --set position_broadcast_secs 300
meshtastic --to !abcd1234 --set gps_attempt_time 120
meshtastic --to !abcd1234 --set ls_wait 15
meshtastic --to !abcd1234 --set ls_secs 60
I took Charlotte for a walk up the Farm Road and then headed east into the forest near its end and then diagonally across the Chamomile Headwaters Trail to the Stick Trail and then back home. I then cooked up a pot of a shell-like pasta but didn't bother making any sauce, as I intended to eat it with leftover bean soup.
When Gretchen got home late after the end of her shift, she said the bookstore had done over $4000 in sales today. It wasn't a record, but it was pretty close to one, and on a weird day for such a haul (that is, the Day of the Dead).
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