Feeling rather triumphant today. Spent several hours moving Moki’s iMac to the SW corner of his desk. It’s always been at the north-south axis so you can’t see the naughty stuff he’s looking at when you enter the living room. I threw away a lot of papers and scrubbed down half the desk. Needed two or three goes.
But then the printer wouldn’t work at all. I got something out of it when I tried a wired USB connection, but no wifi. This did not begin with the move. I noticed it a few days ago. In fact, I tried to print once at Moki’s after the routers were changed, so the new router might have been the problem. Tried my laptops. Couldn’t print from them either. Couldn’t scan.
Finally I found directions to go Home>Settings>Wireless LAN etc., and enter the wifi name and password directly into the printer. This worked. I’d felt hopeless, despairing, envisioned myself doing my printouts and scans at Kinko’s for the foreseeable future. But now, triumph. I’ve only set it up to work under the Margot wifi, not the new one, but that’s enough effort for today.
It was three o’clock, a bit later than I’d meant to go to the gym. Impossibly bitter cold, but you feel good after a mile or two walk in the bitter cold. Only a boutique workout. A little treadmill, tiny bit C2, the stationary. No more than a half hour in all. My main objective was showering and doing my hair, which I did do.
Message from Coliseum Dental on my phone. The periodontist, Dr. Cho, won’t be there tomorrow, so we had to postpone to mid-March. A reprieve! Let’s go celebrate.
Post-TMPL, went to St. Malachy’s and got ashes. They were doing ashes before and after the 5:30 mass. This was before. The foreign prelate or deacon, in a Covid mask, said a screwed-up version of “Remember thou that thou art dust…”
Stopped at ShakeShack on Seventh Avenue, mainly out of curiosity. Almost entirely staffed by nignogs. Most of their business is via delivery, apparently. I don’t think I’ll do it again, though the cheeseburger and fries for $12 were okay. I haven’t eaten anything like that in months.
Watched The Day of the Jackal last night and this morning. Slept very soundly through most of the night, waking only for a couple of hours around midnight. Also watching Raging Bull, on and off. A movie I wanted very much to see 40-odd years ago. Murphy sneered at the idea.
Wotjek the concierge the other night wanted to give me some wine in return for giving him Moki’s lighted helmet, so I suggested pinot noir or cabernet. Was hoping I’d have it for Mardi Gras or even paired with my burger this evening, but no. I’m not giving up anything for Lent, though I don’t foresee drinking much v. Had a nice big v martini at the AC yesterday. Only solid food, not too solid, was French onion soup.
Cleaning out Moki’s papers today I came across a manila envelope full of our correspondence with the disciplinary committee after the Christmas 2017 incident. Extraordinary what an utterly evil fabulist that Elizabeth Gray was. Her negro son, Nate. Me creeping up the “back stairs” to the second floor. Anyway, that manila envelope is a keeper, goes right into the fat NYAC file with the Vic Gainor story and other amusements.
Threw away Moki’s dusty old two-line phone (set up for 3642 and now-gonzo 6301). Right now the desk has my 0209 deskset and Moki’s ultra-large-type funny old folks’ phone with his legacy 3642, a number I’ve known since 1985. I now have extensions for both in the bedroom. This is something of a first for 3642.
Postscript, February 18. Yesterday it occurred to me that there was a spare cordless phone that might work with 0209. I’d thrown away the handset when tossing Moki’s two-line phone, but I hadn’t emptied the wastebasket yet. Went out to the trash bay, unloaded the basket, and there it was at the bottom. Polished up the handset, good as new. But did it work? I swapped it with my working handset on the windowsill. Nothing. Swapped the batteries. Now it worked. And the old dead batteries (rechargeable) on my formerly working handset showed “Charging” when I put the set back into its cradle.
I found the other cradle and AC adapter in the pantry closet, set it up on the foyer table. We now have another phone extension for 0209, a number I seldom use anymore. I’d trade it in for a mobile, but I have too many mobiles as it is, and meanwhile we have these neat cordless extensions.
