This tree (a young alder) is one leaf short of winter.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Day: October 1, 2021
Caveat: Storms Material and Virtual
A somewhat stressful day.
I had a crisis on the map server last night and this morning, with the tool called “certbot” – a tool we use on the server to make sure the OGF webpages are secure (“https”). And that also caused problems with our automated emailing from the server, which supports functions like new user sign up, lost password recovery, and replication monitoring (making sure data goes over to the render and to overpass correctly). I had to shut down the server without much advance notice – I was worried the problem was worse than it was, and so I was trying to solve it quickly. So that was an issue for the users.
Meanwhile, we’re having a big storm here, weather-wise. The marine forecast was calling for 40-foot swells on the open ocean here, and up to 10-foot swells right on Bucareli Bay, at the mouth of Port Saint Nick.
Our neighbors-down-the-road, Fred and Pat, were concerned about the impact of high seas and wind on their boat, so they asked Art if they could park their commercial fishing craft at our dock. Of course we are happy to help – they’ve done it before – Arthur has the most sheltered dock of all of Port Saint Nick, because we are the farthest inland, at the head of the fjord. Anyway, it’s turnabout – Pat’s the one who rescued me when I got the blueberry (Art’s Chevy Tahoe) stuck in a snowbank a while back.
So Fred and Pat parked their big boat at the dock, after we moved Art’s smaller boat off to one side.
It’s very windy and rainy and blowy, right now.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1888 “The wind”
ㅁ Wind will blow to arrange all the clouds. Wind will tug at the trees' branches. Wind rests among the mountains. Wind tests all the windows. Wind makes mournful sounds Wind speaks cliches of cold air; and rain blows.
– a nonnet.