![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
In Which All Things Come to An End
On Wednesday, I passed the last major hurtle for the auth and control server I've been writing for Skotos, as a replacement for the black-box UserDB currently in use. There was a little extra bit of MD5 authentication that had been confusing me, but I finally managed to unravel what was being done and recoded it.
And then I was able to successful log into Lovecraft Country, my current testbed.
And I started running commands, and the ones that talked to the new auth-and-control server all worked fine. And where there were a very few remaining gaps, I filled them in.
And I was like, "Where do I go from here?"
Because this was the beginning of the end of a process planned out over the last year, a necessary step to make the games at Skotos independent, so that we can hand them off to the players.
There's still lots to be done: the actual linking of the new servers to active games, and the work to get all the rest of stuff properly separated.
But this was a crucial step that showed I was closer to the end than the start.
And meanwhile on Tuesday, Kimberly and I signed all the paperwork to complete the sale of our Berkeley house. We didn't hear much on Wednesday, when our paperwork was winging its way over the Pacific, but today we heard that the buyers' loan had funded.
The only reason we didn't close today is because Alameda County is only recording in the morning right now, because there's apparently less danger of COVID-19 spread in the morning I guess.
To a certain extent, living in Berkeley already feels like a dream. I mean it's been 113 days since I stumbled out of that house between 5 and 5.30, into the dark streets, carrying two cats and three suitcases.
But I can also feel a bit of sadness, as we're giving up our house that we'd lived in for more than 19 years, longer than either of us had ever lived anywhere before.
I mean, we're thrilled to be in Hawaii, but that's a lot of history that's ending.
One more ending? Hopefully my bad knee.
I think I've been to the physical therapist four times now. It was pretty much not getting better before I went, and since it's been better every week.
It was still aching a bit when I swam on Tuesday. And I can still feel it a bit on the stairs and very definitely when kneeling.
But I'm very hopeful that I'm on the road to recovery rather than surgery.
Tomorrow is my last scheduled appointment. We have two more on the referral, over the next slightly more than 30 days. I'll talk to my therapist tomorrow and see if we want to do two more, or just one to see how things are going. I'm guessing 14 or 28 days out, in any case, rather than the weekly to this date (though I'll still need to be taking K. out to her physical therapy, which has not been making as good of progress).
And just because I haven't found the right journal entry to complain in, and it's sort of an ending: the situation at the golf course where I walk has continued to deteriorate.
I mean, a week ago or so we thought they were going to end walking entirely.
But I'm not convinced that the alternative is better, because as I said the manager is deathly afraid of the mayor.
So, the path to our side of "town" has definitely gotten blocked out.
But more than that, they've now got staff eagle-eyed and watching everyone walking the course. And when I was out there on Tuesday, I heard someone snitching about someone else who'd disappeared (perhaps onto one of the FORBIDDEN PATHS).
And on that Tuesday walk, the situation was just unpleasant at the course. Their parkings lots were absolutely JAMMED with cars, and they'd overflowed out onto the sides of the nearby streets. These were obviously all the people from the nearby neighborhoods, who can no longer just walk in. I was one of those poor fools driving, and I'm still not loving the whole parking thing, so I really didn't love having to go up to the mid parking lot, seeing it absolutely jammed, and then having to retreat and squeeze into the lower parking lot.
I've never seen the course that parked up.
And hand-in-hand with that were more people than ever and on a smaller area because they've closed off part of the course (apparently because a local family had an ILLEGAL PICNIC there, and then got shirty with the staff when they were told to move along, with the shirtiness being the part that was absolutely unacceptable).
And I should note I don't blame the manager or staff for all of this. They're actually being really responsible and responsive to our community, keeping this area open for walking even when they can't run it as a golf course. (And they're a community resource, so what they're doing makes sense, and if anything there are more people out there walking now than I've ever seen golfing on the course.)
But I do blame our governor and especially our mayor, who have created this atmosphere of not just fear, uncertainty, and doubt, but also this atmosphere where you're snitching on your neighbor and looking for anyone to be doing anything wrong and blaming everyone else. The especially sad bit is how non-Aloha this is.
So what's ending here? My walking? Our civility? I dunno.
Endings are hard. But these endings are almost all good. The combination of the end of my Skotos work and the sale of our house gives me the beginning of the ability to truly work for myself on the projects that are most meanintful to me. The ending of my knee pain lets me begin to enjoy my physical exercise again.
We're not there for any of them yet. The house sale should end first, hopefully tomorrow, and then Skotos will be a gradual process over the next 1-5 weeks or so, and meanwhile my knee will hopefully continue to improve week by week.
I will also say I'm looking forward to the end of this FUD on the island. Irrespective of the need for a means to control this virus, the way in which at least our local government has set our citizens against each other and especially against visitors is reprehensible. They've left us in a strong space in the island for our physical health, and less so for our mental and societal health. But hopefully we'll be opening things up again soon, as we're down to one active case on Kauai and no new cases in 11 days. And hopefully the FUD, the blaming of each other, and the xenophobia will peter out, because it's not acceptable for that to be the new norm.
And then I was able to successful log into Lovecraft Country, my current testbed.
And I started running commands, and the ones that talked to the new auth-and-control server all worked fine. And where there were a very few remaining gaps, I filled them in.
And I was like, "Where do I go from here?"
Because this was the beginning of the end of a process planned out over the last year, a necessary step to make the games at Skotos independent, so that we can hand them off to the players.
There's still lots to be done: the actual linking of the new servers to active games, and the work to get all the rest of stuff properly separated.
But this was a crucial step that showed I was closer to the end than the start.
And meanwhile on Tuesday, Kimberly and I signed all the paperwork to complete the sale of our Berkeley house. We didn't hear much on Wednesday, when our paperwork was winging its way over the Pacific, but today we heard that the buyers' loan had funded.
The only reason we didn't close today is because Alameda County is only recording in the morning right now, because there's apparently less danger of COVID-19 spread in the morning I guess.
To a certain extent, living in Berkeley already feels like a dream. I mean it's been 113 days since I stumbled out of that house between 5 and 5.30, into the dark streets, carrying two cats and three suitcases.
But I can also feel a bit of sadness, as we're giving up our house that we'd lived in for more than 19 years, longer than either of us had ever lived anywhere before.
I mean, we're thrilled to be in Hawaii, but that's a lot of history that's ending.
One more ending? Hopefully my bad knee.
I think I've been to the physical therapist four times now. It was pretty much not getting better before I went, and since it's been better every week.
It was still aching a bit when I swam on Tuesday. And I can still feel it a bit on the stairs and very definitely when kneeling.
But I'm very hopeful that I'm on the road to recovery rather than surgery.
Tomorrow is my last scheduled appointment. We have two more on the referral, over the next slightly more than 30 days. I'll talk to my therapist tomorrow and see if we want to do two more, or just one to see how things are going. I'm guessing 14 or 28 days out, in any case, rather than the weekly to this date (though I'll still need to be taking K. out to her physical therapy, which has not been making as good of progress).
And just because I haven't found the right journal entry to complain in, and it's sort of an ending: the situation at the golf course where I walk has continued to deteriorate.
I mean, a week ago or so we thought they were going to end walking entirely.
But I'm not convinced that the alternative is better, because as I said the manager is deathly afraid of the mayor.
So, the path to our side of "town" has definitely gotten blocked out.
But more than that, they've now got staff eagle-eyed and watching everyone walking the course. And when I was out there on Tuesday, I heard someone snitching about someone else who'd disappeared (perhaps onto one of the FORBIDDEN PATHS).
And on that Tuesday walk, the situation was just unpleasant at the course. Their parkings lots were absolutely JAMMED with cars, and they'd overflowed out onto the sides of the nearby streets. These were obviously all the people from the nearby neighborhoods, who can no longer just walk in. I was one of those poor fools driving, and I'm still not loving the whole parking thing, so I really didn't love having to go up to the mid parking lot, seeing it absolutely jammed, and then having to retreat and squeeze into the lower parking lot.
I've never seen the course that parked up.
And hand-in-hand with that were more people than ever and on a smaller area because they've closed off part of the course (apparently because a local family had an ILLEGAL PICNIC there, and then got shirty with the staff when they were told to move along, with the shirtiness being the part that was absolutely unacceptable).
And I should note I don't blame the manager or staff for all of this. They're actually being really responsible and responsive to our community, keeping this area open for walking even when they can't run it as a golf course. (And they're a community resource, so what they're doing makes sense, and if anything there are more people out there walking now than I've ever seen golfing on the course.)
But I do blame our governor and especially our mayor, who have created this atmosphere of not just fear, uncertainty, and doubt, but also this atmosphere where you're snitching on your neighbor and looking for anyone to be doing anything wrong and blaming everyone else. The especially sad bit is how non-Aloha this is.
So what's ending here? My walking? Our civility? I dunno.
Endings are hard. But these endings are almost all good. The combination of the end of my Skotos work and the sale of our house gives me the beginning of the ability to truly work for myself on the projects that are most meanintful to me. The ending of my knee pain lets me begin to enjoy my physical exercise again.
We're not there for any of them yet. The house sale should end first, hopefully tomorrow, and then Skotos will be a gradual process over the next 1-5 weeks or so, and meanwhile my knee will hopefully continue to improve week by week.
I will also say I'm looking forward to the end of this FUD on the island. Irrespective of the need for a means to control this virus, the way in which at least our local government has set our citizens against each other and especially against visitors is reprehensible. They've left us in a strong space in the island for our physical health, and less so for our mental and societal health. But hopefully we'll be opening things up again soon, as we're down to one active case on Kauai and no new cases in 11 days. And hopefully the FUD, the blaming of each other, and the xenophobia will peter out, because it's not acceptable for that to be the new norm.