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   Gretchen not at the lake
Monday, July 21 2025

setting: rural Hurley Township, Ulster County, New York

Today after making some headway with my Oracle import (what day were we on three? four?), I ran into a brick wall where suddenly my database had exceeded the 12 GB limit for XE (free for developer) instances. So I asked in Teams what method was generally used for creating development databases locally. It turned out that there was a program built in-house for this, something I had never successfully gotten to run.
Meanwhile Gretchen and the dogs were still at the cabin in the Adirondacks, waiting for her childhood friend Dina (who normally lives in Tel Aviv) to drive there from Boston. Gretchen loves Dina but is continually annoyed by her habit of failing to show up at pre-arranged times, which can be insulting, since it implies that the time of the person waiting (in this case Gretchen) has no value. It's obvious too why Dina is so late. Today, for example, on her drive from Boston, she stopped something like three times along the way to send and receive emails, something that, when she's doing it, routinely causes her to lose track of time. So most of the afternoon dwindled away at the cabin, and Gretchen couldn't really even spend much of it at the lake because she needed to stay in contact with Dina. I think Dina ultimately arrived at something like 3:30pm, and she and Gretchen stayed at the cabin until after dark before beginning the drive back to Hurley in Dina's car.
Meanwhile I was having another evening to myself, with the cats being a little annoying, constantly getting underfoot and sometimes (in the case of Lester) yowling for no obvious reason like he does. The day had been a lot cooler than yesterday, and the air conditioning in the house made it even cooler, so the warm bath I eventually took seemed appropriate.
At some point I noticed I was no longer getting inverter data from the cabin, suggesting the SolArk copilot (which has been extremely reliable) had failed for some reason. I will have to investigate what happened when I'm up there next. In the meantime I will have to remotely-control power use manually, since the automation requires fresh data from the inverter.


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