Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
This Blog started in 2001 as a Trip Log to record a summer in Alaska. Since then, it has morphed into my online diary.
Yesterday I decided that I should fire up my little computer and be sure every thing still worked. In less than 10 minutes the Ubuntu partition was all updated and good to go. So, I booted up the XP partition. An hour and several reboots later, I turned it off. Fired it back up this morning and it is still frantically downloading patches and updates to its private parts.
As for the slug, I found it walking home from volunteering on friday – fx01.
(Technology) Things that I am surprisingly pleased with:
I guess someone got annoyed that I was on Twitter but not Tweeting.
Just a picture today. Nothing to complain about – except complete lack of adult beverages. But, I have no one to blame but myself for that.
It has been over a month since I started converting my life to “less paper”. Not completely paperless – just less. I have almost finished revisiting my filing box. Anything in it that I think needs saving I am scanning to PDFs. And I have sort of replicated my paper filing system of folders in my computer. New stuff like “important” receipts are scanned and saved for no apparent reason – like the receipt for my new Oly lens. Minor receipts – like from the grocery – I scan them and saved by month. I used to save minor receipts in little sandwich bags – one bag per month and would save them for a year or two. Also for no apparent reason.
And other things like articles to read or recipes to try – they too can be scanned to PDF or printed to PDF’s from the internet. I have a folder called The Fridge and use it for that sort of things.
I am sure there is special software to do this – but I just use stuff that comes with Ubuntu.
Now that I have a twitter account – now what? Do old ladies tweet? do they tweet about depends? Or my very favorite “keep government out of healthcare” from people on Medicare?
I checked on my goth granddaughter. Her choice of twitter background is the same as mine. one of us should be very worried.
Went and tweaked my tweet page a little. Don’t want to have the same background as goth girl child.
Feel free to tweet at me – just don’t expect me to tweet back!
Well, I opened a twitter account. When I found out that United had cheaper plane fares available to tweeters. The older I get the harder it is to stay in the technology fast lane. Who am I kidding, I long ago left the fast lane. Heck, I am just trying to stay out of technology Depends.
And not two days after I update my Word Press software – it starts nagging me to upgrade again. Sigh.
Management put up a notice in the elevators announcing that it tossing eggs off the balconies at pedestrians is not allowed. One of my neighbors said that he would not have paid an extra 100K for a balcony if he had known he couldn’t lob eggs over the edge. As for me, eggs are too expensive to toss. But then I buy eggs from fat red chickens at the farm market. Might feel like tossing eggs over board if I got them at Costco.
GOOD NEWS: I slapped the mouse a few times and bingo – it returned to life. I know it is a Microsoft mouse. But, we do get attached to our mice. Figure that I’ll die with mine gripped in my liver spotted hand.
Like President Obama, I wasn’t really born in the USA. I was born in West, BY GOD, Virginia. And, if anyone thinks that WV is a part of the USA – well, they haven’t been there. Radio announcers used to say “Good Morning America, and you too West Virginia”. Heck, I was over 50 before I would admit that I was born there.
Are there no Republicans out there with both brains and guts enough to shout down the “base”? It is a sad day for the grand ole party when I look back fondly at Newt Gingrich.
I recall that the Republic survived the KnowNothing Party – yes, boys and girls, in the 40’s and 50’s (1840’s) there was a Know Nothing Party, whose platform included such popular themes as:
Sound familiar???
I am suffering from what Carlton calls “unresolved discontent”. That sounds classier than “in a funk”. No matter what you call it – it is not approved behavior in our household.
But hey, at least I am not dead. You can tell I am alive because I updated my blog.
It is getting worse. I think my beloved mouse just died. New batteries did not return it to life. Now using the #3 backup mousie.
Carlton just reserved 4 months at our place in Kona this winter. We usually do 3 months.
And, friend’s wife was just nominated to be the Ambassador to the Republic of Mauritius and to the Republic of Seychelles.
Life could be interesting here in the old lane…
Well, I am all ready to upgrade to WP 2.8.2 from 2.7.1. I have backed everything up and upgraded the supporting cast members. Now we push the Please update now button that has been nagging me for a couple of months.
Well, so far so good.
After putzing around with the blog software – I took the camera and new lens over to the Nature Conservancy weed lot for a little photo play. The trouble with the L1 is that I like it too much. It makes my pointer and shooter seem a little lame.
Carlton and I just had a really strange conversation. First he implied that my dressing left something to be desired but that what I wear isn’t any business of his. Well, I know he hates green. So, I have nothing green. I doesn’t like clothes that are loose, baggy or unstructured either. But, I wear those things. And, I’ll agree that I don’t dress like he would like. But, when was the last time he took me anywhere that required “proper lady” clothes?
Second, he explained that he didn’t intend to ever go to the doctor to get any tests for any thing any more. He was just going to die. He does go to the skin cancer guy and the dentist. In a way that is what my dad did. And, he lived to be 82. Mom, who enjoyed poor health and went to the doctor all the time, lived to be 82. Dad spent 2 weeks dying of cancer. Mom spent 5 months. They both ended up dead. So, Carlton might have something.
What I wear is my business and if Carlton doesn’t want a colonoscopy – that is his business.
Took the L1 and outfitted with the new lens with me on the way to volunteer this morning. This is my favorite image from the walk.
I had planned on “working” for 3 hours. Ended up working 5 hours. I was very hot and tired by the time I walked back home. So, the rest of the day was spent in the shade by the pool.
At the pool, I noticed another sign of the economic downturn. Water. That is the sign. Just out side the pool we have a “Coke” machine. It is mostly stocked with water. Last summer everyone drank bottled water. Usually water from the vending machine. This year, everyone shows up with water from home. And, the water seems to have come from the faucet. Radical.