So when Linda pointed out that it’s possible to disconnect the Nest gadget from Google’s
spy network…uhm, wireless service, I trotted direct to the Nest’s web page to find out how to do that.
Well, on the page she references, they say it’s possible but decline to explain how. Searches of their site with every set of terms you can possibly dream up yield no result.
But there’s a phone number, a chat line, and an e-mail contact — very un-Googley. I’m going to try to reach them by phone this morning and see if they’ll help me get the thing disconnected from the Web. If so, it will save some money: the AC guys are slated to come over on Monday morning to replace the thing with a clunky box-shaped thermostat.
They claim the Honeywell round ones have been discontinued. Oddly, they’re ALL OVER Amazon. So if I can’t get Nest to disconnect me, then I’ll try to get the AC guy to tell me which model to order from Amazon and then put off his installer until I can extract one from that worthy retailer.
So that’s where we are there.
Still mightily sick, but better than before. Last night I grilled up the first full meal I’ve had in 10 days — literally I have NOT been able to eat anything in that long. But finally along about 6 p.m. I began to feel hungry. Hence: ta DA!!! two lamb chops from a disassembled Costco rack of lamb, rescued from the freezer.
In ten days, the chard had run amok, so I hacked that back, wrapped a wad of it in tinfoil, and cooked that on the grill beside the lamb. Squeezed half of one of those Myer lemons over it, for good measure. So those and some rice with plenty of butter made up a decent dinner.
This morning the fierce cough persists. I’m NOT at the weekly business meeting, as last night I was NOT at choir. It remains to be seen whether I’ll be able to go to the wedding next Saturday. But I think if it hasn’t cleared up by then, a hit of codeine cough medicine should suppress it long enough to sit through a wedding ceremony. One of my son’s best friends’ mother is getting married to her companion of many years. Friend has moved to Wisconsin, unfortunately, so this will be a rare opportunity to see him and his family.
Meanwhile, yesterday I managed to use some of the hours broken free of the Internet in revamping the bookkeeping system. WonderAccountant groaned about the “messy papers” I inflicted on her this year, poor woman. And it is true I’m so disorganized and SO hate paperwork that I do tend to just dump it all on her.
My favorite Excel workbook had become Robertafied: a phenomenon named after a former secretary who could make a complicated Gordian’s knot out of the simplest task. That woman was amazing! Now, though, I understand that phenomenon is a function of age — she was as old then as I am now, and as easily frustrated by computers I am, too.
As a result, one workbook had something like a dozen spreadsheets in it.
So it occurred to me that really…there’s no reason for WonderAccountant (who does my bookkeeping as well as the fine tax job) to have to plow through any other paperwork than the bank statements. WHY is the beleaguered soul getting all those damn AMEX and Visa statements? What a waste of her time, to say nothing of the crazy-making factor.
We now have two workbooks, one for the bidness and one for personal finance. The business’s workbook has two (count’em, just two!) spreadsheets, one for the checking account and one for the corporate credit card. The personal workbook has six: checking account, emergency savings, medical savings (a holding tank for the flurries of checks one gets from Medigap and Medicare), Fidelity, AMEX, and Visa. Since most stores take American Express, the Visa card doesn’t get much use, so most months she won’t have to fiddle with that.
And I came up with a way to flag tax-related entries, so it will be easy for her to find them come next tax season.
In theory she should be able — and mostly does — upload checking and savings entries direct from the credit union to QuickBooks. However, the CU unobligingly fails to tell you who checks are written to. So to identify those, I have to get into the CU accounts, look them up, download an image of each check, and let her know who received check #12345 and why. If I keep the Excel spreadsheets up to date, though, she doesn’t have to keep track of those entries or put me up to finding them — a glance at the spreadsheet on DropBox will clear up any questions she has.
Personally, I can no longer use QB at all. They’ve SO complicated the workings of the thing that you now need special training to use it. And in fact, each year one of the several professional development courses she takes to keep her license up to date is how to use the current version of QuickBooks. But since I can’t figure out how to make QB work (and don’t trust it, anyway), I would keep my own records in Excel anyway. Sharing those with her makes it easy for her to get answers to whatever mystifications plague her on any given day.
Welp, the coffee is consumed. Somewhere a Nest employee awaits a call from me, with bated breath. And actual paying work awaits, too. And so, away…