I am really hard on cheap-ass underwater cameras. Think that this one lasted a couple of years. But, today, it expired. It didn’t flood. It just stopped working. Died. No underwater camera is promised tomorrow.
A couple of weeks ago the Fitbit died. And, guess what. I discovered that Shamu II the phone is a fine little fitness tracker.
A LITTLE REFLECTION ON BEING OLD
The older I get the harder it is to buy things like new underwater cameras. But, why not? I think I have another couple of years of snorkeling left in me.
I continue to get better. Well, except for my legs – they are regressing. But, I presume that is because I stopped with the NSAIDs when I started on the antibiotic/prednisone routine for the sinus infection. The prednisone part is done tomorrow. So, by Sunday I can so back to the ibuprofen.
A month from now it will time to start heading back east. So, I really need to get my ass in gear and make an adventure for myself. I have the adventure in my mind but one plane, four trains, and two lodgings need to be nailed down.
PS: After a small in-room dinner, I sprung into action and got one plane and four trains locked in. Kona to LA, LA to Santa Barbara, Santa Barbara to LA, LA to New Orleans, New Orleans to Alexandria. Fairbanks would have been more adventurous – but I am going to where the weather suits my clothes. Almost. And it’s Mardi Gras.
I need adventures. Lots of adventures. No reason to hole up in the Asylum and wait to transfer to the next level.
The Asylum has LOTS of activities, committees, etc. But, if truth be told, I have zero interest in any of them. When I get old. If I live long enough to get old. Then maybe I’ll be interested in Asylum stuff.
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Civilization, in fact, grows more and more maudlin and hysterical; especially under democracy it tends to degenerate into a mere combat of crazes; the whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary. H.L. Menchen In Defense of Women (1918)
Think of the possibilities of adding a balaclava to your wardrobe. It could be quite the fashion statement in D.C.