Friluftsliv wasn’t hard today because the sun was shining and it wasn’t really cold. Just “brisk”. In fact, the sun is still out, as is the moon, and I have my window open. So, for March 272th, it is a fine day.
Almost nothing was accomplished today. At least by me. I did make some headway in my closet. And some skirts and dresses that are really way too short for a nigh on 77 year old woman made their way to the clothing donation bin.
There will be a lunar eclipse early Monday morning. It might be worth snagging a peak. But not out my window. I don’t know if Mr Moon will be visible from the back side of the building at 5am. I seem to recall seeing the moon from my bus stop. Back when it was safe to ride the bus. But, if it is clear and not too chill, I might go on a moonquest.
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This is EST in the DC area. It is mostly a North America event. But, I think Hawai’i might be included in the fun.
At 11AM this morning Dining Services was getting ready to fill plastic boxes with a Thanksgiving feast. For delivery right to your own apartment.
But, 7 of us wild Asylum rats had a wonderful most likely illegal Thanksgiving meal. It was completely old school. People brought their favorite things. Homemade. Nothing from a can. It was wonderful. For the first time since early March, we enjoyed eating together. I am pretty sure that we were safe. And, frankly, if we weren’t – for me – it was worth the risk. I hate to say that. But, it is true. And, if I die because of those 2 hours – I have no regrets. Forgive me, Dr Fauci, for I have sinned…
And what did I bring. My skills as a turkey carver. And great big cranes. I have not worked much with 12 inch paper. Lots of things don’t work with 12 inch paper. But big cranes are great. And, goodness knows that we can all use a little extra good fortune.
Grateful for my Asylum Sisters. Keepers of my sanity. Sisters of my heart.
Friluftsliv isn’t working for me today. In fact nothing much is working today. Yoga isn’t working. Mindfulness isn’t working. Retail therapy has no appeal today. Even working didn’t work.
And The Old Bat Cave isn’t cozy in winter. I have never had an apartment or house without a fireplace. I miss having a fire place. Even a gas fire place. We can not even have candles. I suppose people have Advent flash lights and battery operated Menorahs. ” Alexa, turn on shammash. ”
Grateful for all the years I had with Carlton. And for our oldest granddaughter, Sam, who is 28 years old today. We have no genetic material in common. But, we are ohana. And just thinking about Carlton and Sam warmed my chilly heart.
It is getting crazy around The Asylum. Crazy enough that I had to drape my never used pearls around the monitor to remind me to wear them to Pearl Zoom tonight. One of the regulars wears her pearls to exercise class on Friday and to all zoom meetings. So, in her honor, tonight is Pearl Zoom.
Chatting with an “elder” this morning. He is 90 something. He said that this Covid period was the strangest and most unsettling period that he had lived through. He didn’t so much miss meeting with friends and family, but he was very tired of eating alone day after day after day.
And, he had a suggestion. Management is always trying new things to amuse us. And, we all know that they are worried that the Dinning Services staff will all be in quarantine on Thursday and they will have to serve frozen mac-n-cheese for the “feast”. So, this guy’s suggestion is: Management could tie a turkey to our door knob and put an ax by the door and we could really make our own dinner! And another person thought that management could just let the turkeys loose on the floors – toss them out of the elevator – and then the residents would have to catch the turkeys.
As I said we are all going a little bit crazy. Well, a little bit crazier.
Grateful that while much has been taken humor remains. I feel very sorry for folk who take life very seriously. We are just here for an instant. We might as well hang on and enjoy the ride.
Today, the Goodwin House Foundation gave $50 gift certificates to each and every employee. I believe they were for a grocery store. Which gets you beer, wine, and ciggies or milk, peanut butter, and bread. Totally your choice. It would make anyone happy and for most of our staff, it could make a big difference in what shows up on the Thanksgiving table. That is all good.
But this is magnificent. An employee who works in the one of the lowest paying jobs in the asylum waited in line to return the gift card he had gotten earlier in the day. He said, “I’ve been thinking I want to donate my card to someone who needs it.” Asked if he had someone in mind. He said, “Anyone who has been out with COVID – I know they’ve had it worse than me.”
That sure doesn’t look much like Kona. In fact, it is looking a lot like winter. But, it wasn’t too cold. So I went out for friluftsliv around 8am this morning.
The goal today was to rest and give the old eyes a break. I made some origami cranes out of 12inch paper. Also made some soup. It was sort of “garbage” soup. Which is to say, anything that looked like it was dangerously near going to the compost bin went in the soup. When it was done I attacked it with my immersion blender. It is definitely soup weather.Garbage soup used to bother Carlton. He would say, “Hey, this is really good.” And, I would have to tell him that it would never happen again. And sometimes, that was a good thing.
Grateful for nice lazy Sunday. And for peanut butter cookies with Hershey’s kisses stuck in the middle.
Lots of COVID creeping back into the area. Hope we Asylum rats are as lucky this time as we were in the spring.
Spent all day working. That’s good, I guess. Well, it is good if what I built is what they need/want.
Now I am listening to Bob Seeger, and wondering where did all the years go. It used to be “sex, drugs, and rock and roll”. Well, I still have rock and roll. One out of three, not bad. And, there is still coffee, beer and chocolate.
Grateful for Excel. It was my goto tool today.
Got another new toy for my ZigBee network. A little Phillips Hue mini-light. It cheers up my office corner greatly. One of my friends suggested that I should get a life. After all I live in one room. So, what’s so hard about turning lights and coffee pots on and off? She has a point. But, I am ignoring her point.
This is Dennis, our bartender, and Justin, our fearless leader. The bar hasn’t opened yet and Justin is getting a Hurricane in a go cup. I guess it was that kind of a week for him here at The Asylum. I was patiently waiting for 4PM when I could get my Hurricane, to go. They serve a pretty good $2.50 cocktail. They are trying to keep us happy.
Speaking of happy… My office has a huge new reporting requirement for the COVID vaccine. So, lucky for me I have lots of work to do. The next 6 weeks will not be boring. Funny how all the brain cells just sprung into action this afternoon with the reporting problem showed up in my email. In a secure email at the that. First I had to figure out how to get it opened. I hate secure email. Sort of like safety lids and caps. Damnit, just give me my ibuprofen!
Grateful for a lovely warm afternoon walk.
I wonder how many of our residents or management know that our staff stash prayer rugs in the stairwells. During Ramadan I pay extra attention to prayer time so I don’t disturb anyone.
Friluftsliv got back on track today. Not only did I go out for my regulation walk, but I turned off the heat and opened the window to let some fresh air in. Figured that was a good thing.
Origami. I spent a little time this afternoon making a set of cranes. I think they look like pterodactyls. Except, I don’t think pterodactyls had tails. I remember riding a bus in Australia and seeing a large flock of emu stalking around the desert. Looking for all the world like a scene from Jurassic Park. I didn’t get any pictures of that. But, the scene lives on in memories.
And, I decided that what I was trying to do to “my” hospital database couldn’t be done. I am operating on the “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try, and try again. Then stop. Don’t make a fool of yourself.” principal. But trying kept me amused for most of the day.
Salmon. Avocado. Chocolate. Not only am I grateful but, it sounds like dinner.
Uptop – today – and below. Is one of the last pictures of almost normal times. March 6, 2020.
I didn’t do so good with friluftsliv today. I did take one fast lap around the outside of the building. That was it. Will try to do better tomorrow.
Spent all day trying to make something work for work. Didn’t work. Will try to do better tomorrow.
Seems like I am going to be trying to do several things better tomorrow.
I will also try to make the blog more interesting tomorrow.
About gratitude. There is a dead tree down in the lobby. Apparently it is a Gratitude Tree. People put what they are grateful for on little chunks of wood and hang them on the tree. Most are the usual warm fuzzy friends, family, health, caring staff, etc. But up at the top of the tree a few elders show their real feelings.
Friluftsliv, Again. It wasn’t too cold. Still above freezing. I made it out for my strip mall hike. And then I went off the The Asylum’s new barre class. It wasn’t like a real barre class. But, this is The Asylum. After that zoom yoga. Then lunch. And snuggle down in my comfy chair for a little rest. I have already decided to take tomorrow off from all things physical. F… Friluftsliv
But, Carlton always said: “If you think you are having fun, then you are having fun.” So, it must have been fun.
An absolutely insanely unqualified person was nominated by the Orange Lord to the Federal Reserve Board. Today her nomination was blocked by the Senate. Among other things she wants to bring back the gold standard and abolish the FDIC. That all worked really well in 1929. Due to the arcane rules of the US Senate, it could still happen. The Orange Lord’s march to the sea. Or to Florida. Or jail!
Grateful that my body was up to what I did to it today. Honest body, we will take it easy tomorrow.