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.
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It is well over 40°.
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I have mostly avoided “the news”. Because what can I do about “the news”?
Went to yoga in person today. Walked a couple of miles. Also started on getting my tax stuff together.
Trying not to wallow in discontent. So far so good today.
Carlton would question: Is “not something” anything to be grateful about? Maybe I should be grateful that there are people who are willing to trim the trees on a winter day so branches will not fall on my head.
The Asylum had no eggs today. Even during the bare grocery shelf days of early Covid the Asylum had eggs.
My world has completely washed out to sea over the last 5 days. I don’t think I have gone crazy. I think it’s my world that has gone crazy. But. I am old. I could be wrong. Perhaps I have lost my mind. Maybe the world is OK. Maybe.
Gratitude. Friends. Even ones who are cheery and planning a campaign of MeatLess Mondays because cows’ farts are bad for the environment. Beer. Even San Miguel. Because I drank the Asylum out of Guinness. Chocolate Ice Cream. Even without hot fudge. Coffee. Especially with caffeine.
Grateful to be so old that what I eat doesn’t matter.
The day started with a friend telling me “Things could be worse. You could be pregnant and wanting an abortion”
But I have no control over the elevators.
Taking the day off today. My trigeminal neuralgia flareup continues. There aren’t too many shocks, but there is constant background pain and the potential for shocks remains. This just makes me tired. But tired is better than shocks.
Since it was above freezing, I headed for a 2-mile trek (round trip) to the new Amazon Grocery store. I didn’t need anything (except fresh air and exercise and no computer). The Amazon Grocery was nothing special. Well except for the $10 off coupon. In the future I will continue on another couple of blocks to Trader Joe. If I need “ordinary” I can go next door to the Giant Grocery. Oh, I got coffee. And granola bars. Toothpaste. And $10 off.
Whoops – this just in:
Maybe I should have bought more coffee!
You know you are in deep dog shit when Mitch McConnell becomes one of the “good guys”.
I wrangled about 250 photos into an acceptable memorial service slide show today. All the other days were spent getting the images ready for prime time. Being terminally anal I will make one or two more passes at it in the coming days. But there is a workable version.
The rest of the Asylum family had other dinner plans tonight – I was happy to stay in the Old Bat’s Cave and enjoy chicken soup and a glass of wine.
Going to settle down with a nice cuppa coffee, some dark chocolate, and an audiobook for the rest of the evening.
Yeah, right.
On the bright side – it’s two degrees warmer here than in Reykjavik at this instant. Of course, it’s 5 hours later there.
I spent the day wrapped up in a toasty Orenburg shawl and plowed through more of my memorial slideshow.
Soon it will be Happy Hour. I will drink.
Trying to look on the bright side.
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.
