Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
I sunk into deep dark hopeless depression today. I thought that I was sufficiently shallow, superficial, and callous to the woes of others. Not so. It hurts to be an American. The revolution can not start soon enough.
Perhaps I have a personal legacy system problem. I appear to be incompatible with Trump 2.0. I am more worried about my country than my printer driver.
Working away on the memorial slideshow. It keeps me from thinking about Trump 2.0.
Another day of well below freezing. The Asylum water heating system wimped out for a while earlier today. But the heating plant has been working fine.
Speaking of The Asylum:
If you missed it and have 15 minutes to spare, here is the link:
https://youtu.be/xwwaEuDeqM8?si=xFEFKbbOSKLefOa2
A couple of weeks ago I start having an hour of NO Technology first thing in the morning. It has worked for me. It gets me out of bed. Why stay in bed if you can not doomscroll or online shop or plan an escape from the cold?
I decided that Alexa is so lame that it doesn’t count as “technology”. I use it to time my hour and play NPR radio. I could look at my wall clock and listen to my emergency transistor radio. But Alexa is easier.
Dinner will with all the Asylum Family tonight. We always have laughs—and little family-kind squabbling.
Wine drinking late this afternoon. What else was there to do? It was 15° That’s about the same as Fairbanks, AK. And considerably colder than Reykjavík. So, why am I here? Just stupid I guess.
Spent most of the day working on a Memorial slideshow for a friend.
I worked all day on the memorial slideshow project, which kept me from paying attention to the proceedings downtown.
However, a bald eagle swooped by the window when I returned to the Old Bat’s Cave at 1 pm. The bird was either fleeing Washington or trying to cheer me up. I just watched it. No photos.
It’s cold, gray, and ice pellets are hitting my windows. So. Deal with it.
And I hope we the people survive the next few years. It will be fun to watch. Too bad the stakes are so high. I wonder if the players realize what’s at stake.
On a positive note: The Asylum has Mac&Cheese on the menu tomorrow evening.
My friends keep me sane (and entertained) in my so-called “golden” years. Last night was a Birthday Party night. We had excellent apple pie and cinnamon ice cream, plus many cards.
Yesterday my GoPro accessories made it to Kona and my friends Billy and Monique. I left my GoPro with them when it became apparent that my snorkeling days were pau. When I got home rounded up all the accessories and sent them off. I was always buying new gizmos for my GoPro. I enjoyed it a lot. And got a few “goodshots”.
I am glad that I found a good home for the GoPro. And it was a tiny step in the ongoing process of death cleaning.
Letting go is a time to remember good times and good photos.
These are three rather nice photos taken with the GoPro. In my later years, I traveled only with my GoPro and Pixel Phone. From this point on, it’s just the Pixel.
From now on, I will be grateful for any trip I can manage.
Today’s big adventure: Visit the dentist. Later today Happy Hour. And a birthday party. That’s enough excitement in one day for an old woman
Uber. The easiest way to anywhere I have to be.
Asylum. Housekeeping. Once a week. No matter what.
Carlton. Who “forced” me to move into the Asylum. And left me with enough money for Uber.
Freezing ass cold. And it’s snowing at this very instant.
It took 4 hours today to finish off the box. That was longer than we expected. It was harder than we expected.
What are we so happy about? Well, finishing it took twice as long as we had planned. But it’s done! And it will be winging its way to Ohio soon.
As for me, the trigeminal neuralgia that tormented me last year has returned. Hoping it will burn itself out like it did last year.
Started on this memorial service slideshow project at 10am. It is not dinner time and I don’t plan on looking at my screens anymore this evening. So. This is it for the blog.
Gotta love that image. It’s totally 1950s. Notice the hand holding a ciggie in the upper right!
And the link to the volcano live stream: https://www.youtube.com/usgs/live
It must be an old woman thing. You know, like orchids on every window ledge.
I have 12 round containers holding pencils, feathers, kitchen tools, hair sticks, every possible thing. And I live in a studio apartment. The sad thing is: I am not sure I am willing to give any of them up.
And, yes, this is a sorry excuse for a blog post. I just wanted to be sure my elderly brain remembered how to quickly assemble a collage in Photoshop. These days, I forget how to do stuff I don’t do regularly. I guess the lesson here is to KEEP DOING STUFF.
Oh, and it’s cold today. I zoomed into yoga today. The entire class zoomed in, but the teacher was all by herself in the classroom.
Went to a talk about end-of-life planning today. That’s important. But harsh. When it’s your end-of-life that you are planning. You only die once. So do it right! There are no do-overs.
PS – I found three more small round vessels holding stuff. That makes 15.
But nothing bad happened. It seemed bright, above freezing, and not windy, so I charged off into the outside world for my walk without my ice-pick-tipped cane. Apparently, sidewalk shoveling is not universal in my neighborhood. I had one little slip, but I didn’t hit the ground, so no harm was done. I believe that Zoom yoga might be in order for tomorrow. Or at least take the cane.
Trying a little experiment. 60 minutes of “no tech” time before breakfast. That extends to the Kindle and watch. It’s just me and the Old Bat Cave. For 60 minutes. Much of that time is spent preparing the old body to face the world. And there is a little yoga time. If I finish doing everything that requires doing before the 60 minutes are up I can do some origami or just look out the window. Of course the whole no tech time is being measured by Alexa.
Honestly, why am I wasting so much time going down online ratholes? Ratholes that are owned and operated by billionaire tech boys.
This is the F.P. Journe FFC $850,000. Read about it.
I think our first round of winter is ending. The kids were getting their last runs down the sledding hill late this afternoon.
The orchids are trying hard to make things nice in the Old Bat Cave. It’s not easy for them. It’s under 60°, and the humidity hovers around 25% on the window ledges where they live. I spent a couple of hours giving them some TLC.
I am turning into my grandmother. Except, with her, it was African violets.