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First, to anyone who has the potential for it, I wish a happy Christmas Eve and hope of a Merry Christmas. And to the rest of you I wish for peace and/or comfort, as appropriate. *offers hugs*
Still out here; the candles are burning down, but one still has further to go than the other. Scott is reading Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson - an excellent and weird fantasy novel that I had meant to recommend here a week back and never got around to - I think Dad would have liked it - I think some of you might also.... It does turn an interesting question - what happens if the bad guy wins, in fantasy?
Last I saw Basta she was on the couch or floor in the living room, I forget. Babe has followed me into the computer room here and is occupying my lap, very asleep. They seem to be accepting us and not having a problem with things so far. I don't understand, but I'm grateful for the blessing.
I figured out how to get the files off of Dad's computer - at least, one of them. I'm not sure whether there's anything interesting on the others since I think they largely act as servers. Except, of course, for Mudd, which is Mother's computer and dual-boots to Windows, and which I believe Dad was tinkering with because it was failing. I suspect that one may involve a computer shop to get the data off. I also can't seem to open The Master Genealogist to get Dad's data on that and view it (or export it as HTML, which he said it could do). It's a Windows program, but he has a shortcut for it on the Linux desktop, so I assumed there was an emulator. Unfortunately it complains about missing the Win32 library.... I'm not willing to reboot the machine, yet. I wouldn't know how to get a lot of these windows open again....
I did get the 'Photos' folder burned to CDs, and also copied the photos from Dad's camera. On Tuesday, it was real visibly wintery up here and he took some great shots. Hurts to see them and think, never again, he never even got to share them and see the reactions - but I like them and I'm glad I could get them.
This is the first visit with less scrambling around. A lot of time doing that, yes, and making sure the barn cats are fed and the water topped up for them. (With all this rain the troughs outside are full - except that I like to be sure.) But even so a lot of time - a longer visit. We brought Dad home in his urn and he's sitting next to Mom, with a pendant of mine around both of them - I may post pictures later (possibly tomorrow, maybe later than that) with an explanation. The candles are burning to either side of them and a lot of time has been spent just sitting there, holding cats, petting cats, reading, occasionally talking.
It is easier to work on the getting stuff than it is to simply sit there. Not because I have to always be doing, although I am somewhat like that, but because there is only so long I can think of what's happened before I need a breather - not to forget, exactly, but to make myself not-focus-on-it.
So hard. I'm looking forward to Christmas with Scott's aunt and uncle and their family, in a vague sort of way. Considering, I suppose that is pretty good. We will be taking up the lunch meat and cheeses I'd bought. I'd been planning, you see, a very Davidson Christmas with Dad - something to bring back our memories of time with Mom. A shrimp tray with sauce and all (which is still in my freezer - I don't want it right now, but I'll enjoy it later), snack trays (cheese, meat, fruits, vegetables, some crackers - I hadn't gotten the fruits/veggies yet so they'd be fresh). Hot sausage for a meal - not really proper Christmas which is ham or turkey or lamb, but I was't feeling up to cooking those, either due to Mom's loss, or as a cook. Now I'm really not, and I don't want the sausage either. (But courtesy of generous neighbors, friends, and coworkers, we do have turkey, and also cornish game hens, and lots of fruit, and some veggies. I feel sort of guilty since we're away from home as much as there, and with all those lovely options I had Subway for lunch today because it was on our way! And because you can get a fairly gentle, light, bland sandwich and those are good for me right now.)
I'm going back to the candles, and Scott. And maybe to change out the CDs in the player, now that we've listened to them clear through once. Christmas music, but mostly on the hammered dulcimer.
Still out here; the candles are burning down, but one still has further to go than the other. Scott is reading Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson - an excellent and weird fantasy novel that I had meant to recommend here a week back and never got around to - I think Dad would have liked it - I think some of you might also.... It does turn an interesting question - what happens if the bad guy wins, in fantasy?
Last I saw Basta she was on the couch or floor in the living room, I forget. Babe has followed me into the computer room here and is occupying my lap, very asleep. They seem to be accepting us and not having a problem with things so far. I don't understand, but I'm grateful for the blessing.
I figured out how to get the files off of Dad's computer - at least, one of them. I'm not sure whether there's anything interesting on the others since I think they largely act as servers. Except, of course, for Mudd, which is Mother's computer and dual-boots to Windows, and which I believe Dad was tinkering with because it was failing. I suspect that one may involve a computer shop to get the data off. I also can't seem to open The Master Genealogist to get Dad's data on that and view it (or export it as HTML, which he said it could do). It's a Windows program, but he has a shortcut for it on the Linux desktop, so I assumed there was an emulator. Unfortunately it complains about missing the Win32 library.... I'm not willing to reboot the machine, yet. I wouldn't know how to get a lot of these windows open again....
I did get the 'Photos' folder burned to CDs, and also copied the photos from Dad's camera. On Tuesday, it was real visibly wintery up here and he took some great shots. Hurts to see them and think, never again, he never even got to share them and see the reactions - but I like them and I'm glad I could get them.
This is the first visit with less scrambling around. A lot of time doing that, yes, and making sure the barn cats are fed and the water topped up for them. (With all this rain the troughs outside are full - except that I like to be sure.) But even so a lot of time - a longer visit. We brought Dad home in his urn and he's sitting next to Mom, with a pendant of mine around both of them - I may post pictures later (possibly tomorrow, maybe later than that) with an explanation. The candles are burning to either side of them and a lot of time has been spent just sitting there, holding cats, petting cats, reading, occasionally talking.
It is easier to work on the getting stuff than it is to simply sit there. Not because I have to always be doing, although I am somewhat like that, but because there is only so long I can think of what's happened before I need a breather - not to forget, exactly, but to make myself not-focus-on-it.
So hard. I'm looking forward to Christmas with Scott's aunt and uncle and their family, in a vague sort of way. Considering, I suppose that is pretty good. We will be taking up the lunch meat and cheeses I'd bought. I'd been planning, you see, a very Davidson Christmas with Dad - something to bring back our memories of time with Mom. A shrimp tray with sauce and all (which is still in my freezer - I don't want it right now, but I'll enjoy it later), snack trays (cheese, meat, fruits, vegetables, some crackers - I hadn't gotten the fruits/veggies yet so they'd be fresh). Hot sausage for a meal - not really proper Christmas which is ham or turkey or lamb, but I was't feeling up to cooking those, either due to Mom's loss, or as a cook. Now I'm really not, and I don't want the sausage either. (But courtesy of generous neighbors, friends, and coworkers, we do have turkey, and also cornish game hens, and lots of fruit, and some veggies. I feel sort of guilty since we're away from home as much as there, and with all those lovely options I had Subway for lunch today because it was on our way! And because you can get a fairly gentle, light, bland sandwich and those are good for me right now.)
I'm going back to the candles, and Scott. And maybe to change out the CDs in the player, now that we've listened to them clear through once. Christmas music, but mostly on the hammered dulcimer.
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Be well.
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I'm so glad I found them while Mom was still alive.
And I hope it does too. I hope my allergies tolerate as well. It looks like we may need to move them into the master bath / master bedroom as their first room in the house, because it will be the easiest one to cat-proof quickly. The downstairs is wide open and will require baby-gating, I think. And in the upstairs, the hall bath is too small (for one cat maybe, for two it would be unkind and leave them with no way to get their own 'spaces') and the other rooms are horridly messy.
My allergies had better continue cooperating. So far, so good. We spent 7 or 8 hours out with the cats yesterday and I was a bit sinus-stuffy at the end but not bad, and I'm not sure that was the cats and not just the amount of crying I was doing.