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Catskill: full of surprises
Tuesday, January 2 2024
Prior to another meeting on the spec web app I've been building, I quickly implemented some features allowing the "issues" a text scan produces to be muted at various scales. Since I didn't want to throw away the issues, I came up with a column in the issue table called "criticality." It starts at 1000 but can be lowered, thereby making issues disappear only to potentially reappear when the threshold for what level of criticality to display is adjusted. This seemed to work well and was suitably impressive when I showed it (and the other features I've been working on) to Alex early this afternoon.
In the mail today I took delivery of a shoulder joint brace designed to provide force to hold a problematic shoulder together and help injuries like rotator cuff tears heal. My particular shoulder doesn't unstable, but it hurts (mostly from what feel like the ligaments at the top back of the joint) when my left arm is in certain extreme parts of its range of motion (mostly up and back, the direction that arm was forced when I fell down the stairs at the cabin back in July). Based on the symptoms (the pain from the joint rarely bothers me in bed), it doesn't seem like a rotator cuff tear; perhaps it's a problem with the ligaments. In any case, I'm hoping the brace will help the joint heal. At seemed to fully recover over the summer only to regress after a few minor mishaps, and I'm hoping the brace might guard against excessive trauma for the future mishaps that inevitably happen. The brace cups over my left shoulder and then has a strap running around my right armpit to force the cup towards the center of my body, thereby compressing and stabilizing the joint. Due to the state of my arm, I had difficulty actually getting the strap tight enough, though eventually I did. Once the brace was in place, I felt empowered to do more with my left arm, though the jury is still out on whether it is doing any good.
Today was maybe the coldest day so far this winter, and I didn't get a fire going in the woodstove until late in the afternoon. But by the time Gretchen got back from a fairly dismal day at the maximum security prison in Coxsackie, the fire was running nice and hot. Gretchen had had to go to the prison two hours early to be there during the shift of the one person who takes photos of staff (which is required for security reasons). But when the photo was about to be taken, it was realized that Gretchen's photo was already in the system and she hadn't needed to come early after all. During the two hours Gretchen had to kill, she checked out "downtown" Coxsackie (that is, the village and Hudson waterfront), which is run-down and moth-eaten but has some glorious old mansions, and Catskill, which is full of happy surprises (such as a grocery store selling all sorts of unfamiliar faux meats and other products for vegans such as us).
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