This was a frustrating day. I worked on making the Zoom video. Not much luck. It was one obstacle after another. My first goal was figuring out how to record a Zoom meeting on the iCloud versus just locally, available only on my computer.
Since I had no success on Mike's tablet. I knew I had iCloud on my Apple, so I tried it on there. Yeah, that was the problem. On my Apple, I could record it for my iCloud, but then I couldn't retrieve it.
Yvette suggested that it might not be recorded unless I was meeting with someone else. She had me invite her, then she just left her phone on and let me do my thing. I still couldn't retrieve the videos.
The next challenge was downloading iCloud on the tablet. I went to the Microsoft App store. I was instructed to sign in – under Mike's email address. Sadly, he didn't think to give me his passwords while he was dying in the hospital. How inconsiderate! Oh, well.
I suppose I could strip the tablet and start from scratch, but I don't want to.
That way, it will always be Mike's tablet that I'm just using, borrowing – from him. Little games to help me pretend he's still a part of my life.
I also called Amazon to see why my subscription for the crossword puzzle wasn't respected. The subscription wasn't through Amazon. I had to call the New York Times.
I got this great agent; besides being helpful, she found me a scream. I think some of her laughter was a nervous release. We're all at our wit's end. I hoped I did something to lighten her load for the day.
The problem was Mike's NY Times Crossword icon was dead. The agent told me to Google the puzzle. It came up perfectly.
While all this was going on, Scott started working on ripping up the carpeting. He rolled it all up onto the lanai area. We decided to do the whole room instead of just where we could anticipate someone would walk on to the bathroom at night. Yvette also thought that if someone lived in that room permanently, they might rearrange the furniture.
Once the subflooring was exposed, you could see where some of it was delaminated. Scott said he could feel dips in the flooring. I remembered feeling that right through the carpeting. Scott estimated that it would take eight 8 by 4 sheets of plywood to lay the new subflooring. Once he started pulling up the old plywood sheets, the source of the problems became apparent. First, the sheets are roofing sheets only 3/5" rather than 1" sheets. No wonder there was noise. Those sheets weren't thick enough to resist bending as they were walked on.
The second problem was the nails that were used. They were not the right ones; they were too short and only applied around the sheets' edges. It was an all-around lousy job.
Scott will lay down 1' plywood sheets; start gluing them down with liquid nails, and then drill in screws. This should make a great deal of difference.
I went out to do some chores. I started with the Post Office. I had never seen a line that long. I went to the bank across the parking lot to cash a check. When I came back, the line was much shorter. The woman in front of me had six (6) kids with her, all hers. They were an amazing bunch, stepping-stones from four to ten. The four-year-old remained in the mother's grasp. The older five played a game. They were holding three boxes, which mom was going to mail. The game was," Do you want the box?" They passed it to the next person. Someone else had a cap on, and that was passed around similarly. I suspect they were homeschooled. Mom never said a word to one of the older five, not one word. We were online for a long time. Amazing.
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