Is it the weekend yet?

11th floor cicada.

Went out looking for a hapless bug to photography this afternoon. No luck, until I returned to my apartment and found this fine fellow right outside my window. 

Remember back in the day when you didn’t want to ever have your picture on a post office wall?(In my case, it was a possibility – I worked for a guy who ended up on the USPS wall. Tom Billman – read all about him.

the death notice board in the mail room.

Well, when you live in The Asylum, you don’t want to end up on the wall in our mail room. It means that you have filed your celestial change of address form. 

Now why am I so looking forward to the weekend? Who knows, I have had a perfectly fine day off. On account of the rain. 

One of those lazy days.

The 52 Bus

Today was a lazy out of the loop sort of a day for me. 

At work, I put some words into sentences. And put some sentences into paragraphs. On Friday, maybe I’ll figure out how to put the paragraphs into a handout about TB testing results. I have already called out wet tomorrow. Even if it doesn’t rain.

Sort of feeling my age today. Or maybe I am as old as I feel today. 


The 41 Bus.

After yoga, I was really tired so – I walked a couple of miles and caught the 41 bus. They were “flat” miles. My plan had been to walk home – but 3.2 miles just seemed like too much. Especially the hilly parts. Of course, I could have Ubered. But, years of living with Mr C  keeps my wallet pretty much closed. And, I had to get my steps in to counteract the cupcakes with salted caramel frosting  in our office fridge. (And, BREAD PUDDING – which is on the Asylum menu tomorrow.)

RIP – Roger Moore. All us ladies have a favorite 007. Mine is Sean Connery.

But, Roger Moore wasn’t too shabby. 

I messed with one of the pictures that I took at the Art Show on Sunday.


Ben Wilmot – the artist – suggested the title. If I can get it printed properly – I just might enter it in the next Resident Art show.



A little hoverfly

I hate to steal someone’s photo. But, some things I just have to keep here in my electronic memory… 

Credit Saudi Press Agency

What the hell is going on here?  The internet had many amusing theories. But, the best one was the apparently legit Tweet from “The Church of Satan” which went on the record with: “For clarification, this is not a Satanic ritual.

May you live in interesting times. 

I missed several “interesting”  events this afternoon here at the Asylum.  First, I missed the “Zumba Gold” class. Advertised as a fun fitness class that would leave me feeling empowered and strong. I decided to eat lunch instead.

Next, I missed a lecture. “Cheryl Mirabella is a Professional Health and Wellness Coach and Counselor who will teach an informative lecture on finding and keeping a joy filled life.” I think she graduated from college in 2004. I decided to take a nap rather than have kid tell me how to “be happy”.

No, I am not a crabby old woman today – I am just not drinking the Kool Aid. However, I am going to have dinner in a couple of minutes with some of my friends. Which provides more joy than any lecture.

Another photo shoot…

Resident Art Show

A friend asked me to take pictures of the residents who entered artwork in our resident art show. Took 276 pictures and I sent 16 to the “client”. Several people at the event asked me if I was having fun. Well, frankly no. Taking pictures of people is a lot of work.  But, once again – it was good to have something to do that had well defined start, middle and end – unlike many things that I do. 

The Amaryllis and me.

As for me, those pesky old Jack Rabbits that live in my boots are acting up again.  I feel like a need an ocean voyage around the world! Now that would be an undertaking, wouldn’t it? And, I really don’t mean it. Heck, I could just lock myself into The Asylum for 6 months and pretend that I was on a cruise. No pesky seasickness problems. 

This recent attack of Jack Rabbits started yesterday morning when I was looking for a bottle of monoi oil – see wikipedia – I was “sure” I had a couple of spares somewhere. But, if I didn’t, I would just have to go to Tahiti and get some more. Nevermind that I wouldn’t be able to get the bottles through TSA in my carryon. Oh, and that I could order some from Amazon. Going to Tahiti for conditioner is like going to Paris for underwear.

Speaking of underwear – I have a t-shirt from Frederick’s of  Hollywood. My friends here want to know if I get catalogs from Frederick’s and if so, could I leave them in the public area and see what happens. For the records, I don’t get Frederick’s of Hollywood – but from time to time I do get Agent Provocateur which is way sexier than old Fred ever was. 

My best Agent Provocateur story. I was traveling – those Jack Rabbits – sans Carlton years ago. I bought a pair of Agent Provocateur panties. Wore them around for a day or two and then mailed them to Carlton inside an Agent Provocateur catalog. Actually, Hanes cotton in a ziplock bag would have had the same impact. But the story wouldn’t be as good.  Oh – right – the link. Here it is. 






Went to the Falls Church Market this morning. Going to the Market isn’t such a big deal these days – since I no longer cook. But, I still eat.

So, comestibles were obtained.

I can never pass up good bread, cheese, and chocolate milk. Flowers are nice too. 

Laundry was done. The computer was backed up. Accounts were audited. Normal weekend stuff. 

Then a little after four PM – BOOM! Our building transformer blows. Fortunately, the bar opens at 4 PM. So, there was booze. By and by the power comes back on… But, this Old Bat decided to dine in solitary splendor in the Old Bat Cave and the bread and cheese, with more than a little beer made for one fine dinner.

Dinner – or as it would be called – a small plate. I had two plates.


It’s Aloha Friday. No work ’til Monday.

A cicada helped me wait for the shuttle. Shamu the Phone.

And, to finish off Friday – Happy Hour and 

Fish Tacos

My Mexican mother-in-law would have been appalled by salmon tacos. But, I was pretty damn happy with them. 

I am watching in horror as The Orange Lord heads overseas. To deliver a talk about Islam. Among other things. What could possibly go RIGHT with him giving a “talk about Islam” in Saudi Arabia.  Right before Ramadan no less. The man isn’t even qualified to give a speech about Christianity.  Kyrie, Eleison. 



My bee in flight skills are rusty.

Need to work on my flying bee photography! Not only will my skills improve as we move deeper into summer, but the bees get slower. 

Guess I’d count this as a good day on the political front – made it through the dinner hour without Shamu the Phone going crazy notifying me of this or that new horror emanating from 6 miles east of here. 

There have been no new reports of strange men in our bathrooms at 0230 hours.  Much to the dismay of some of the residents. Management seems to have admitted that it is unacceptable to have men (or women)  come into our apartments in the middle of the night without our knowledge. 

After work,  I watched some of my friends try to teach other residents how to use an online  dinning room reservation system. It should be interesting. Imagine your great grandmother who has a walker, hearing aids, glasses and Depends using her computer/tablet/phone to make dinner reservations. Yeah, right.

Well, well, well…

Today’s commute to the office.

Well, well, well … dinner here at the Asylum is always interesting these days – not for the dinner. But, for the political news that seems to break between 6 and 7 east coast time every day. Today while at dinner – a special counsel to look into the Evil Empire’s influence in the 2016 election of the Orange Lord. 

Also at dinner, I heard that one of my friends – an all around great lady with a still functioning brain – woke up at 2AM yesterday to find a man in her bathroom. The man came to look for a leak – as opposed to taking a leak, I presume. 

The lady in question handled things very gracefully. I would have screamed bloody murder and ran starkers out into the passageway where hopefully I would have had the sense to call 911. 

And who said that life is dull in The Asylum.

The first magnolia of the year.


Nothing but work today…

office gummi bears.

Today was work. And yoga. And nap. And Asylum meeting. And dinner. And that about sucked up my entire day. 

Oh and bitching about The Orange Lord. That took up some time.

Going to be 90+ degrees tomorrow. Here comes summer. Will we replay the summer of 1974?? That was my first summer in DC. 


Looking North and East

Surely, surely by now – at least some of The Orange Lord’s supporters must be having little twinges of remorse. Surely.

“My news” reports that The Orange Lord passed a treasonable amount of intel to the Russians. “Fox news” says that it never happened.  

On a much cheerier note, at least one of my friends thinks this will end in civil war. Especially since Andrew Jackson isn’t around to stop it! I don’t think it will be anything that interesting. I am guessing it will be a slow decay into anarchy. And then the cockroaches will take over the planet. 

Or, we will be taken out quickly by a massive cyber attack. Or a Carrington Event. Mother Nature just says “Fuck You People, you had your chance and you blew it – bring in the cockroaches.”

Buy the shoes, take the trip, eat the cake – chances of us making it through the next 1,346 days are pretty slim!


Sunday, with sun at last.

waiting for godot

I have gotten used to the walker, canes, and wheel chairs. I have gotten used to the ambulances. I have not gotten used to the people all dressed up and waiting for someone to come and take them away. Take them somewhere. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. 

I did not escape from the Asylum today. No, in the best Hawaiian fashion, I ate until I was tired and then I took a nice nap. The occasion being “Mother’s Day Brunch”. Then I went for a walk. This is a crappy neighborhood for walking. Too hilly and stripmally. But, the hills sort of kickup the cardio.  

Yesterday, I reported that a friend from The Asylum is in hospital recovering from surgery. It is reported that one of her first utterances was “where is my mascara?”  Actually, her exact words were “where the hell is my mascara?”.  

small flying critter

On Tuesday 3 of my friends are having operations. This must be a sign that not only am I getting old, but my friends are too… Hope everything works out OK for everyone.