Overheard in the Wolfe House #120
Sam: Pretty soon we won’t have to open the door for the dogs again.
Peggy: What do you mean?
Sam: It will get cool enough to leave the door to the breezeway open
Peggy (forgetting there is weather other than “Texas scorch”): Oh, yeah.
Extreme banking with Sam in the international marketplace, or how I got another 100 gray hairs in the last 24 hours
Last night I sat down to the computer to do a little scanning and the first document that opened up told me that Sam had scanned the front and back of his bank card and driver’s license for Avangate — something akin to PayPal in Canada.
I haven’t scrambled so hard in a 24-hour period since he left his wallet on a chair in the waiting room at the dentist’s office. That day, someone picked it up and bought gas in Gainesville, about 30 miles away, before we could cancel the card. And Sam had realized the error within the hour.
We did all the usual things — fraud alerts, card changes, getting the driver’s license re-issued.
This time, I wasn’t so concerned about Sam having made an error, but that he had left himself too vulnerable.
His intentions were spot on. He upgraded us to OS Lion. We needed Tuxera NTS, a file system that lets the Mac get backed up on an external drive. And probably some other amazing tasks that Sam knows that I don’t.
But Tuxera is in Finland. So he had to pay through Avangate. The bank blocked it. That’s an international transaction. Avangate sent him an email with several ways to get the payment through. He chose the offline pay and cajoled the bank into authorizing it. Everything seems to have gone through alright.
But, Hey, Martha. I tell ya. If that information got in the wrong hands, someone could drain his bank account.
I went to the bank and ordered him a new bank card. He applied for a credit card. As the good guys at DATCU said, better he shops with the bank’s money than his own.
I agree. He manages his money well enough that I know it will be paid off at the end of each month.
Then I called a good friend who I know has LifeLock. She explained it. I persuaded Sam to sign up.
Maybe the rest of us can get in the ring and fight the financial fraud matadors, but Sam is just too much like Ferdinand for that.
Overheard in the Wolfe House #119
Sam: I think I’ve solved that problem I was having with writing my app. I’d like to show you sometime.
Peggy: Have you finished writing it?
Sam: Oh, it’s not time to celebrate yet. I could hit a brick wall or something.
Overheard in the Wolfe House #118
Overheard in the Wolfe House #117
Peggy, lacing up shoes, sighs. Sam smiles.
Peggy: You think it’s funny that I sigh so big before going to work?
Sam: I think I sigh more than you do, and bigger.
Breaking the Other Tape
Brainstorming 101: Fixing the Garage Door
After Sam finished fixing problems that came with the Lion upgrade, he suggested that we tackle the garage door. We have an automatic door opener that works when it wants to.
And it doesn’t want to very often.
It’s been a great chance to brainstorm solutions. We’ve watched videos on YouTube. We’ve called Uncle Matt. We’ve taken turns trying things and watching the trouble spots to come up with ideas.
And because it’s primarily a mechanical system, it seems that each thing we try brings a small reward, whether it’s knocking down wasp nests to remove a blocked pathway or lubricating parts to lessen the drag on the motor. Each step brings progress.
Sam has decided that we still have some kind of electrical problem, though. He says because we have to hold the button down for it to open there must be some kind of wear in the wires. I told him I’d like to replace the sensors — they look like they’ve just about had the life kicked out of them, they’ve been bumped and bustled so much — and he’s agreed.
And if that doesn’t do the trick, he’s going after the wiring.
Overheard in the Wolfe House #116
Peggy (opening the home office door): Knock, knock. Gus wants to come in and be with you.
Sam: Awwwww, he’ll just stink it up.
Reading Assignment
Before my writing partner, Shahla Alai-Rosales, headed out of town for a few weeks, she left me with a reading assignment. (Once a professor, always a professor, she gave me more than I think I can consume in the time period allotted.)
We are looking for books that could be competition or complementary to the book we are planning to propose to a few specialty publishers — a book about decision-making for parents and caregivers.
For those of us loving and supporting someone with a disability, those decisions can feel pretty high stakes sometimes. Our kids aren’t as resilient if those decisions end up being mistakes. Most of us expect to have some role throughout our child’s life in that decision-making, but it’s easy to get in the habit of doing more than you should.
(Brief digression: Some years ago, my husband wanted me to take over driving while he tended to some other task in the truck. For some reason, he kept barking out directions and reminders to me — something he did not normally do. I drove past the on-ramp to the freeway and he asked me why on earth did I miss that. I told him that for the past several minutes he had bossed me around so much he just took my brain away. I wish I could say we laughed then, but I can’t, and that is the end of this digression, since I hope my point has been made.)
One of the books is by the Turnbulls, et al., from the University of Kansas. Heavy hitters in the world of disability studies and powerful voices when it comes to parenting and advocating. It’s title “Disability and the family: a guide to decisions for adulthood.” (1990: Paul H. Brookes Publishing)
The layout looked like other books I had to consume in grad school (unbearably dense), but it belied it’s content. It’s readable and full of terrific information.
It didn’t take long for me to get hung up on a page that spelled out the steps of a decision-making process. And they are:
Defining the problem or need
Brainstorming
Evaluating and choosing alternatives
Communicating the decision to others
Taking action
Evaluating the outcome of the action
It’s pretty easy for me to imagine Sam being able to define a problem or need in many situations. But there are scores of situations where brainstorming and evaluating alternatives would vex him.
For example, Sam wants to move into an apartment. But we have done some computer searches and I can tell he has no idea how to find a place that’s safe, appropriate and economical.
My first apartment choice was an unqualified disaster. My roommate moved in three months earlier than me, enough time to set up patterns for her cats to urinate on the carpet (the odor made your eyes water) and to leave dirty dishes long enough that the roaches swarmed as soon as the lights were turned out.
I complained. She made some changes, but ultimately I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
The next place wasn’t much better. A firetrap on the second floor, with a neighbor who cooked on his hibachi at the top of the stairs every evening.
The next place after that was a house I shared with two other girls. It was a lot better, but not without its inequities. I allowed them in order to get along.
It helps to know what to think about. He’ll need more help than the admonition I could get away with making to my other kids, “don’t make the mistakes I made.”
Out Like a Lion
Sam got sidetracked with his plans to write an app for iPhone that restores some contact-sorting features he used to have on his Nokia.
Sam works on an old Dell a dear friend gave us, so any app work is going to happen on my Mac. He started amassing the resources he needed and then came to me to say the final step was this: we need to upgrade to Lion OS.
I consented to this upgrade without asking probing questions — completely, utterly stupid on my part.
Ever since I got my first Mac in 1988 and we made the leap to System 7, I’ve known it’s never simple. System upgrades are like taking off down the autobahn without tying down a bunch of your stuff in the back of the pick-up.
(My mind is in funny loop just now, imagining pick-up trucks on the autobahn racing past Benzes and Beemers.)
What flew out of the Wolfe family pick-up, you ask?
All my financial records (yes, Intuit let the weenies rule over Quicken). Sam’s amazing fixes for our family computer network — including a peripheral switch for our printer and our portable back-up drive. The entire Microsoft Office suite.
I sooooo knew better.
Major backtracking today.
But I’m proud of Sam. He downloaded Open Office. That’s fixed. And knowing Sam, we’ll be true contributors to the community.
Then, we pulled the Quicken data off portable back-up and he’s going to use Paige’s laptop to help me convert to iBank. That should be fixed tomorrow.
Right now, he’s writing the manufacturers of that peripheral equipment and asking for patches.
See Sam Go.

