Us old people are huddled around our A/C units. Alternately chanting incantations to the HVAC Gods to keep the cool air coming and remembering way back before home air conditioning. When folk went to the movies to cool off in the summer. Thank you, Willis Carrier. (He frequently called A/C “manufactured weather”.)
The neighbor young people are out and doing things.
My camera is still set to take pictures of the light show that I can not see on the Washington Monument. So I just pointed it around the ‘hood for all of today’s shots.
Carlton got a new crown less than 4 months before he died. I bet that he is still pissed about that. I am not so sure that I new crown is all that great of an investment for me either. Goodness knows that I don’t do much to take care of myself. And my relatives aren’t especially long-lived and I put a lot of hard miles on the old body. Oh well, if I live 5 more years – then the new crown will end up costing about 75 cents per day. Guess I can afford that.
Heatwave underway here in the east. That is why I have decided to think Celsius. 35° just seems cooler than 95°.
Oh, and the Washington Monument light show. I can see the west and south sides of the monument and the show is on the east side. Not fair.
I was thinking about Dubai and Singapore today. It was well over 90° when I was coming home today. It wasn’t as hot as Dubai – but definitely as hot as Singapore. There is an infinity pool on top of the Sands Hotel. Next time, I might spend the night there just so I can see it.
The trick will be staying awake until 9:30 to see it. I’ll ask Alexa to remind me to look out the window at 9:30.
Traveling is an adventure. I ran into this sign in Japan. Haven’t a clue what it means. It could mean “watch out, really bad ass birds around here”. Or maybe “Go, Fighting Sea Eagles!” in support of the local baseball team. One never knows.
What was really dumb? Me, I fell on my head in yoga class today. Doing a standing forward bend and just tipped over. Smack! Right on top of my head. Also cut my hand and skinned my knee. If I were young everyone would have laughed. But, at my advanced age everyone was very concerned. Ice pack, bandaids, rides home and solicitous emails. I fear that I will have a very sort neck tomorrow.
I guess this would be a called a “sports injury” if I were younger. But, I think at my age it is just called “dumb”.
After my ride home, I just made some origami and listened to an audiobook and took it very easy.
I went to the Cup of Noodles Museum in Tokyo. 1971 – that is when Cup of Noodles as we known it was born.
What isn’t easy: Creating “awareness” among our community of the need to remember of staff members via our annual “employee gift fund”. The Asylum has a vigorously enforced no tipping policy. But, we should tip the waitstaff, the bar tenders and the cleaning crew. Not to mention the front desk and the drivers. So once a year – we residents collect money to pass on to the staff.
A couple of years ago, I did the Last Great Photo Shoot and made an environment photograph of every employee – that would be 400 of them. And produced an hour long loop of photos that ran in our lobbies 24/7. It was very well received. But, it was one of those things that are only effective one. Maybe 5 years from now it could be repeated. But not now. And not by me.
This year I am trying to make four 2-3 minute “commercials”. But, it is still hard.
It would be much easier if I lived somewhere where I could just tip the damn staff like a civilized person.
Japan is a pretty serious place. But, it does have quirks. Like the Golden Turd Building. Exactly what were they thinking?
A nice clean and ironed nightshirt showed up in my room every day. Japan is the only county I know of that gives you jammies with your hotel room. Even in the cheap hotels you get jammies. More expensive hotels just have nicer jammies.
I would have been happy to wear the Tokyo Station Hotel jammies as a dress.
She was trying to get this entire building in her shot. I did not resort to laying on the pavement. I got this one by bending over and shooting through my legs.
Dubai was just the greatest place for night shots. Would I go back to Dubai? Yes, I would. Not for the days. But for the nights.
It was a perfectly fine place for an old woman alone. And, strangely enough, the women in total niqab frequently spoke to me and even invited me to eat with them. There were lots of women out in small groups alone. They were not escorted by some male protector.
I got lost one day (no surprise there) and ended up in the parking garage under the most expensive part of the shopping center that was next to my hotel. I wasn’t bold enough to take pictures – but they had a really nice lounge area where the chauffeurs waited while their employers shopped or just strolled around. Not like a doctor’s waiting room. More like a 1st class lounge at an airport. Comfy chairs, big TV, wifi… and coffee.
A very impressive amount of rain fell this morning. Our building seems to have missed the absolute worst of it. And, I decided not to go to the hospital this morning. Mostly because I was lazy. Not because I was smart.
Speaking of smart. The stupidest thing that I did or allowed to happen on the RTW adventure was I seem to have switched GPS recording on my phone photos off on the second day of my trip. Well, I guess if that is the worst thing I did, I shouldn’t beat myself up too much. I know where I was anyhow.
From the Honolulu Aquarium. It is a small, but really nice aquarium. And, most of the critters are from local waters – so it’s like seeing old friends.
If octopus lived longer, I believe that they would be running the planet. And, they would be doing a better job of it than we humans.