Catch Up

Well, it’s been a rather longer break than I had expected, but I now found myself living in my new 1930s house in sunny Nottingham. The sale finally completed on March 24th; I moved in on April 1st; the furniture from Australia doesn’t get here until early June. In the meantime, I have one sofa bed, 2 plates, 2 cups, 3 pairs of knives and forks and a kettle to live with. A comfortable transition it is not!

But I have proper Internet (50Mb/sec seems like luxury to me, anyway) and the cats arrived safely from Down Under just in time for Easter. They seem to have survived the journey without mishap and don’t appear to be too put out about it. Finding an English cat food they actually like is taking time and many trips to different supermarkets, however!

Short version: private life is still a bit on-hold and will be until at least June, after which we can think of renovating the place properly and turning it into the Art Deco palace we think it could be.

But back to techie stuff: there are two major items of interest that require some catching up, I think. The first is the fact that Ubuntu 17.04 was released on 13th April. Does Atlas work with that as it did for 16.10?

Secondly, and much more substantially: does Atlas work with the new Oracle 12c Release 2 version, for any or all of the distros that it was working with for 12cR1?

This being Day 2 of having a functioning Internet, and all my servers still in a cargo ship’s container somewhere between Sydney and Suez, it’s going to take a while before I can definitively address these issues. But I am at least back on the job… whenever the cats will get off my keyboard, at least.

For I am possessed of a cat…

This is Harper, one of our two rescue cats:

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Cute, isn’t he? Very fond of laps, he’ll sit there all night if you let him.

Just don’t try and pick him up, though. I did, and I immediately came to regret it:

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The other arm’s bleeding, too. I’m not entirely sure why it took me quite so many seconds to let go of him, but I wish I’d been quicker!

Harper and Owen

Somewhat against my better judgment, we spent Saturday visiting a local (translation: an hour up the freeway!) rescued animal shelter. What a miserable place it was! The constant howling from the dog section was quite troubling (I really don’t understand people who keep dogs. They are quite the most anti-social statement a neighbour could make, I think). But the palpable sense of doom experienced in the cat section was worse.

Don’t get me wrong: Renbury Farm is a fine place doing excellent work, and the people there seemed incredibly caring and knowledgeable. But so many of the cats were hiding at the back of their cages, scared out of their wits; some were practicaly feral and accordingly hissing and spitting at passers-by. All are under imminent sentence of death, basically: they have a week to be claimed or ‘adopted’ and then their time is up. Hence all the “Save by 3pm Monday” messages on the cat pages of their website (update: site now replaced by a Facebook page that isn’t quite as time-alarming!).

Their resources are limited, of course, so they have no choice but to take them in, ship ’em out and cull the ones that can’t make the journey in time. But it’s sad. And made all the worse, because apparently clueless humans are the cause of all the grief in the first place.

Anyway, much as we’d have liked to be able to save a good four or five of them, we decided we could only realistically adopt two of them. Both males, both about 2 years old. One is to be called Owen:

Owen is named after Owen Wingrave, the eponymous hero of Benjamin Britten’s 1971 opera. He’s also named after Wilfrid Owen, since his official birthday is listed as August 4th and in the centenary of the outbreak of World War I, it seemed sort-of appropriate. Anyway, I like the name!

The other is Harper:

My sister tells me that people will think we named Harper after David Beckham’s daughter, someone of whose existence I was not previously aware. Folks that know me better will realise it’s an obvious allusion to the fact that it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird (or to be unkind to cats). Which is apparently where David got the name from, too, so we’re cool.

Both are currently at Renbury’s vets being de-wormed, vaccinated and (sorry, boys!) de-sexed. We pick them up tomorrow. I am unsure whether it is wise to replace long-time companion pets so soon after their demise, but I am looking forward to bringing them home nonetheless. Time will tell if the boys prove worthy successors to Lucretia and Gracie.

It’s been a bit of a bad week, really. First my eye op.

Second, the production SQL Server box went on the fritz and a dozen or more of us, including specialists from the States, spent a couple of days throwing everything we could at it without effect. In thirty-odd years, I have never seen a problem that couldn’t be resolved by some analysis and problem-solving… but this one couldn’t. We worked so late on Thursday trying to fix things that I ended up checked in to a city hotel rather than attempt the 2 hour journey home… only to then have to spend all Saturday night and the wee small hours of this morning working from home as we moved what had been a sensitive database running on a fairly feeble virtual machine onto a freshly-commissioned physical beast of a box. The problems appear to have been mostly resolved as a result, but I am still currently on line trying to get one or two loose ends tidied up.

And third, to cap it all off and make a bad week really miserable, my 18 year-old cat, Lucretia, who has been looking ever-more feeble for the past six months or so really looked terrible this morning and so we decided we finally had no choice but to pay a visit to the vet and have her put to sleep. He did it beautifully and we are left feeling we did exactly the right thing at about the right time. But for the first time in 18 years, my home is completely cat-less. There are still the wallabies, but they don’t quite count as someone who could sit on my shoulder and purr terrifically in my ear.

And now I must get back to trying to fix SQL Server to Oracle replication on our new production box.

Sometimes, life’s a bitch.

Farewell Gracie…

Gracie is a somewhat peculiar cat: mis-sexed by the Vet at the start of his life, he got stuck with his somewhat feminine name before it was feasible to change it. He nevertheless went on to growl, scratch and bite with the best of them. It took him a long time (and the example of my other cat) to learn how to purr, but he’s been pretty good at it for several years now. He’s now playful, likes to stare you out as you’re enjoying dinner (so that he can get the scraps you feel guiltily obliged to share with him) and takes great pleasure in head-butting you when you’re least expecting it.

At one time he acquired the nickname ‘Adolph’, because he’d walk into a new home and immediately take it over, as though he’d lived there all his life. Let us politely call his a ‘dominant feline personality’!

He’s seldom in the garden (he likes his comfy chair too much for that), but has been seen on more than one occasion to let birds walk over him: the effort to do anything but watch them was clearly beyond his energy budget that day. He’s also been known to run up tree trunks and onto the underside of branches, before the law of gravity exerted itself and made him fall down. He is, possibly, the only cat that routinely landed on his head in such circumstances.

And for all those reasons and more, we shall miss him after Saturday, when he takes his final trip to the vet. He had two strokes last year and has been a bit wobbly on his legs ever since. This week, he’s just had two more, and although he seems as cheerful as ever, he’s struggling to get around in a straight line and he’s getting thin. We’ve decided we have to make the call for him, since he’s not in a position to do so.

I am not looking forward to Saturday.