And I am supposed to be in 5 days of punitive quarantine because I had to audacity to go to the dentist. Well, the operative word here is “supposed”. I didn’t make it a secret that I was going to the dentist. I just didn’t turn myself in to the authorities. I have had 2 Covid vaccines and everyone at my dentist’s office has had one. The waiting room was empty. Not doing quarantine. I will maintain a low profile and avoid the public areas and the elevator. But, I am not locking myself up.
Got some work done today. Had a nice walk this morning. Actually, I was walking to the dentist. But, one of my friends called in ordered me back to the Asylum. Where she collected me and drove me to the dentist. Waited for me to be finished too. And drove me back home. Friends. A very important part of a good old age.
Grateful that Bear 399 made it to her den. She was late to turn in. But she and her cubs were reported to be very chubby. An extra month of eating will do that!
Hanging out my window with my 600 mm lens. Watching the Orange Lord leave. On the computer and in-person with my camera.
I did rather a lot of work. With lots more that needs doing, all the while watching the Inauguration. Lots of work needs doing to rebuild the Republic too. Today is the first step. Too bad that domestic terrorists and COVID robbed us of a public celebration. Nevertheless, it was a very good day.
It was 5:10PM and a lovely pink sunset. DC isn’t on fire. The Orange Lord has not nuked anyone, YET. And that is about all I dare hope for.
A really disjointed day today. Work time schedule wasn’t what I had expected. There are new Covid vaccine reporting requirements. More data to wrangle. They don’t give us more vaccines to administer. They give us more forms to fill out.
I wasn’t able to complete today’s Zoom Yoga class due to texts and phone calls. Every trip to the potty seemed to be interrupted by something “more urgent”. But, all is well. No more worries until tomorrow morning.
Unfortunately, I can not see the 51 lights that are setup on the Mall. And, I do so wish that I was able to see the 200,000 flags. I am used to seeing these things in person not via the TV.
Grateful that the republic survived the tenure of the Orange Lord. The republic is damaged. But, it will survive if we, the people, care enough to put it back together again.
What’s not to love Margaret Dumont and Groucho? Just want to remember this excellent meme.
And on a serious note. Unless we forget what happened on January 6th, some programmers managed to download nearly all of the videos on Parler before it was taken down. ProPublica has achieved it. What Parler Saw During the Attack
Apparently, I am the only one who thinks that I made a great mistake with the 2,271 records. I still believe that it might cause trouble. But, I turned myself in. That was all I could do.
If you don’t fill out what you want to eat the day before, you get a call asking what do you want to eat. Well, I filled out my form. I wanted a slice of bread. Someone called and said I didn’t fill out my form. I said I wanted a slice of bread. Well, I got two slices of bread. And, it was pretty good bread.
Peanut butter, banana, and bacon sandwich. With the aforementioned bread.
An uneasy week awaits us. My personal week was made much much worse when I realized today that I sent some 2,300 records to Virginia with a code set incorrectly. In my 50+ years of computer hacking, I have made worse mistakes. But, it is still embarrassing. And, I suspect that there is no easy way to fix it other than by hand one record at a time. In which case I for sure have my work cut out for me. I give myself points for discovering the error and reporting it.
I was always careful what systems I worked on. I never wanted to have anything to do with the FAA for example. Didn’t want to be responsible for a plane crash. Way back in 1969 or 70, I did mess up the Aloha Airlines pilot’s payroll run for February. No checks got cut. Not good. But, nobody died. Nobody’s life (except mine) is in any danger now either.
But, enough about me. This week we have to get the Orange Lord down to Florida where he will set up a government in exile. Mr. Biden has to get moved into position. Why would anybody want to be President now? Fortunately, he has seen more than his share of grief and he is up to the task – provided his brain and body hold up. From my vantage point, that could be an issue. And Kamala rocks. The county will have a “Second Gentleman”. About time.
Also, The Asylum hopes to get Covid vaccine #1 for more of the staff and the rest of the residents. But, nobody will actually believe that it is going to happen until they get jabbed in the arm. Meanwhile, Covid rates are racing upward in our area.
Grateful that I found my mistake. It might have been ugly if someone tried to tell me that I screwed up the data. I would have further embarrassed myself by denying that I could never have made such a stupid error. Yes, I could.
Also this week, a trip to the dentist and 5 days of punitive quarantine. That will give me more time to correct data. Always look on the bright side of life.
You know, I have had an absolutely wonderful life. I was wandering around my old photos and found this happy picture of old friends. Carlton and I were so fortunate to have been welcomed into real Hawaiian life. Stupid white dresses and all. Barbara on the right is an awesome rancher and horsewoman. She can ride a horse sidesaddle. Barefoot. In a stupid white dress.
Just an ordinary Covid-Time day today. But, I did get a nice long walk this afternoon. Visited some. Read some. Wandered around old photographs. And started getting my taxes together. I am assembling steak salad for dinner tonight. Then more reading and off to bed.
Grateful for all the good memories and even the few not so good ones.
Early this morning a flock of Canada geese flew by. Going south. Hope they weren’t going far because they don’t have the Vee wedge thing working.
Pretty normal boring day. And, after some of the days we have had lately, boring is OK.
My “pod” gathered to wish one of our kids bon voyage. He started here as a server in our dining rooms about the time I moved in. He advanced to one of the team leaders and then to supervisor. All the while he was going to college. He graduated, became a US citizen, and today is heading off to his future as a dental hygenist. I bet that he will take that job to the next level too.
That is one of the real pleasures of living here. The Asylum hires high school kids to work in the dining rooms and helps them with tuition and citizenship and we get to watch them grow up and leave.
Grateful for my Kindle. And, Mac & Cheese. (Which one of the aforementioned High School kids will deliver to me in a plastic box. Soon.)
Covid in the house unchanged from yesterday. That’s as good as it gets.
A nice winter day today. For winter. Reminded me of summer in Southeastern Alaska. Went for a nice walk in shirt sleeves then found a sheltered spot to lounge in the sun and soak up some very weak rays.
Checked on the garden box. That was something new and different. It seems to be doing fine all by it’s lonesome. I could amuse myself by ordering some new plants for it. But that might defeat its wild nature.
I have to keep myself from lapsing into serious retail therapy. This week already I talked myself out of new jeans when I have one pair that fits fine, new undies when I don’t need new undies, and a new skirt when I have all the skirts I can possibly need or wear. I am a person who lives in a none too spacious studio apartment. I don’t even like getting new clothes. I just want to wear the clothes that I have SOMEWHERE.
This sunny warmish winter day.
The Asylum Covid Box Scores just landed in email box. 18 active cases. 2 new ones. There were 5 new cases yesterday and 7 on Big Island. Just saying.
A funky foggy start to the day. But, a lovely day for an impeachment.
I had a very lazy day. Even considering making future plans. I mean outside of the Asylum plans. I think that Bermuda will be stuffed with visitors this summer. I might want to make reservations for late summer NOW. But, my most preferred place to stay is a little family-owned establishment and their cancellation policies are not real friendly. And there is my postponed garden trip to England. Not getting any younger. How many times can I move it? And my Iceland swim from North America to Europe adventure – well, I will have maxed the age limit by spring. Maybe I could sneak up to Iceland for the aurora next month. Or maybe I’ll just hop a train and ride round and round the country. Serious case of jackrabbits in my boots. And, the World Health Organization just said that the 2nd year of the virus might well be worse than the first.
Impeached or not. The Orange Lord isn’t going anywhere. I was wondering about when Donald as Politician first showed up on the blog? 6 Oct 2010 – Check it out. It’s past time for him to leave the arena.
Orchids have an undertone of sinister. I spent an entire 15 minutes taking pictures of my orchid plants with a real camera. The light wasn’t great and I should have broken out the monopod. But, I still took pictures. I took a couple of exercise classes and had a nap. And, I did a little work.
And, I so needed that. A drama-free day mostly devoted to *me*.
I want to believe that the days are getting longer and the sun is coming back to my side of the building.
About 2:30 this afternoon I started trying to generate some numbers so the boss can justify my outrageous billing rate. Extract a mess of data from my system. Fire up excel. And bang. I ended up in pivot table hell. Trying to get 4 or 5 pivot tables from the same data to give consistent results. Five hours later, I declared the result “good enough” shipped them off. We ran over 5,000 covid vaccinations through my system. Tomorrow, I am meeting with the vendor and hopefully, I will be replaced by a custom upgrade.
Grateful for chicken soup. Yesterday I made some OK chicken soup from things I ordered off our room service menu and some excellent chicken stock that I had delivered from Whole Foods. That was dinner.
In addition to falling down an excel rat hole, I did laundry and went for a nice walk. friluftsliv you know.
Oh, my Covid shot reaction. The arm is sore. But not red like it was with #1. Yet. This Covid shit isn’t going to be over in my life time. Neither is the evil that the Orange Lord has unleashed.