Friluftsliv, I will try to go outside. And like it. Or not. Today, I walked quickly around my one mile strip mall course. Also went to in-person yoga. Zoom yoga tomorrow.
Didn’t accomplish much of anything today. That is one of the joys of aging. You aren’t expected to accomplish much.
No serious grief with BigSur. The mac version of Excel has some problems, but I am sort of an Excel power user. And, Excel for Mac has never been as good as excel for Windows. No surprise there. I still haven’t troubled myself to see if the printer prints. But I see no reason to suspect that it will not. Not loving Safari yet. But, I haven’t bailed on it yet either.
Covid cases are creeping up in our area. Think I might have made my last excursion into a grocery store for a while. No reason to die over Trader Joe’s Tiny Avocados.
Speaking of food. Veggie Chili on the menu tonight. With just a little tweaking I will soon be enjoying a fine Taco Salad.
Doing some Death Cleaning today. Death Cleaning is what comes after downsizing. Which comes after decluttering. There is an order to these things.
Today’s target was my “electronics” box. That is where I store all of my electronic extras. Cables, retired external drives, cables, connectors, cables, blank CDs and DVDs, cables etc. Basically stuff that I don’t use or actually need. Last time I cleaned out the box I got rid of all of my printer and RJ-45 cables. Today I got rid of all of my audio and tv cables. I am never going to need a RCA jack again. Of this I am sure. Or a cable-tv coax. Or a really long head phone cable.
But, I hope that I will need my Europe, Australia, and British plug adapters again.
The plan is to spend 20 minutes a day going through my “stuff”. And hopefully cleaning up my closet in the process.
Grateful that “the weekend” still seems special.
This is a great webcam. I think I got my big external monitor so I could enjoy these birds to the max. Don’t know what will happen to them in the winter. But, I am guessing that I’ll have lots of time to find out this winter.
I think from the looks of the Washington Monument, which is usually white, that George is telling the Orange Lord that it is well past time for him to say Bye Bye.
It seems to be OK. But Forbin has been a little flakey since mid-September. So, I am not 100% sure about it. I was able to connect to the hospital computer, but had to Force Quit the session. I can live with that. I haven’t tried my printer or my scanner or any of the external drives. The scanner is so old that it shouldn’t work at all. But somehow, a couple of updates ago, I forced it to work with an “incompatible” driver. So, every update, I am sure that kludge will fail.
Short review. It sounds different. It looks different. The “control panel” thingie will be useful. But it would be better if you could tweak it a bit. And the notifications panel that I didn’t use very much on the Mac has been completely redone. They took away the calculator, and that was the part that I used most often. Which I suppose shows my age. The system fonts have changed as have the sounds. And for the first time in almost 20 years it is not OS X. That’s a hard one to give up.
And, I decided to give Safari a go as my “default” browser. Chrome which I have used forever really is a resource pig. I have tried this before. I usually end back up with Chrome.
Grateful for an uneventful, so far, upgrade to OS 11.
My walk-in closet has become a toss in-closet. I have a real problem with empty boxes. “Hello, my name is Peg and I am powerless over boxes.” Little boxes, big boxes, what is this obsession? Anyhow, I have to do something about this closet. I started today. The boxes went to the trash room.
Friends are well, did the best I could today, grateful for what I have. I am sort of mellowing out. Which is strange for a wild child like me. I am turning into a Hallmark card.
Forbin is happier today. I didn’t make it pretend to be a PC. I didn’t do any work today. I did think about upgrading to Big Sur. I am usually a day one upgrader. I don’t foresee any problems. Forbin isn’t really “mission-critical” at this instant. So, I might do it tomorrow. Or I might be totally cowardly and wait until 11.0.2 comes out.
Forbin, the MacBook Pro is acting very weird. Hopefully, this is passing weirdness. But, it has been very good seeing me through one WebEx session and a Microsoft Meetings session. And, it was in pretending to be a Windows 10 machine most of the day. It got weird after the Microsoft Meetings. I think it is tired of Microsoft.
I really don’t want a brand new Mac. I would like someone else to ride the kinks out of the M1 chip. And Rosetta 2.
All day working and meeting. Without leaving home. Then this evening I am going to zoom meeting with my friends and on the an online lecture.
Grateful that Forbin is no longer mission critical. If it craps out the hospital can send me a PC laptop. to do their work on.
The power was out last night and there was no hot water this morning. So, I think I’ll catch a shower before my big online evening. Hopefully Forbin will be feeling better tomorrow.
Practicing friluftsliv today. Never mind that it was rainy. I went out anyhow.
I spent the entire day working. Getting ready to process Covid vaccinations at the hospital. Actually, that was very happy work. Because we all want a good Covid vaccine. But, vaccines only work if people get vaccinated. Believe in science. Science does not care if you believe. But, I do. My life might depend on it.
Grateful for a Mai Tai on a rainy fall afternoon.
Tomorrow is all filled up with “new normal” stuff. 3 Zooms and an online lecture. It is amazing how much things have changed and how well we have actually adapted to a new way of life. Some of the new ways need to stay around. It is much easier for me to go to a lecture online than it is for me to travel across town after dark. Zoom yoga is very handy. Virtual doctor visits are great. If only I could have a virtual dentist visit!
Big event at The Asylum this afternoon was what was advertised as “Chair Dancing”. But my naughty mind read “Lap Dancing”. It was remarkably well attended. And they weren’t even passing out Good Humor Bars. Lap Chair Dancing was followed by a cello player. They really are trying to amuse the old folks. But, I am a hard sell.
Another grand day. The last of a 7-day winning streak. So, I had my windows open and spent a lot of time outside. I learned about friluftsliv from Alexa last week. I was trying to engage her in converstation and she told me she was going to practice friluftsliv this winter. I can understand her brushing up on her Klingon. But friluftsliv?
Incredibly grateful for this last bonus round of summer.
Well, the Orange Lord shows no sign of packing his bags. On the other hand, he hasn’t blown anything up yet either.
I tried to keep myself between the navigational beacons today. A mid-size walk. Little grocery shopping. Talk story with friends. Healthy lunch. Small rest. Challenging enough for an old woman yoga class. Another small rest. Dinner came early. I got 6 nice size shrimp and a tiny salad. Steamed some cauliflower. Ended up with a nice little supper. Rounded it out with a beer. After I finish this, I am looking forward to a nice hot shower and I will pop in bed for a bit of fluffy reading.
Politics-wise. The White House seems to be starting a final slash and burn on the government. It will be interesting but unsettling to watch.
Grateful that there might be some good news on the horizon about a Covid vaccine.
Thinking about getting some LED strip lights to add to my automated lighting. There is only so much that I can do without looking totally silly. I do live in a studio apartment. But, it is a studio apartment that is bereft of the sun in the winter. Who knew that?
Tidied up my wild garden box this morning. And I brought some dead flowers/seeds inside to photograph. Those are garlic chives gone to seed.
Lovely fall day again today. But, I am so damn tired of COVID. I want my life back. I know. I know. I should be grateful that I have survived this far. But, I should be in Kona. I should be planning another adventure. But, my world has been reduced to a 2.5-mile radius circle. Because that is about as far as I feel comfortable walking. Since I am not allowed to take public transit. And heaven forbid that I would stop off for a restorative coffee along my way. Of course, I could pack my own coffee.
OK Peg, snap out of it. This is just a rehearsal for when I am really old and my world will be reduced to the inside of my apartment. Time to work on that gratitude thing.
The weather is great.
Biden is headed to the White House.
There is still relative peace in the land.
My health is good.
My weight is under control.
I have a nice cozy apartment.
I have lots of Kindle books to read.
And audiobooks to listen to.
There are lots of online resources that I have yet to tap into.
I have good friends.
And with any kind of luck at all room service will deliver a pretty good small bowl of cioppino in a green plastic box within the next couple of hours.
The new Echo ZigBee mesh net is awesome. I am totally spoiled in less than a week.
There is beer and cheese in the fridge. And coffee ready for Alexa to brew.
So, there really isn’t one single thing wrong with this life. It’s a good life for an old woman. Better than I could have ever hoped for.
This very fine crow came for a visit today. I took this picture from about 10 feet away through double pane glass. I love “my” crows.
I also love the outcome of the presidential election. What I don’t love is that 70 million of my fellow citizens voted for the orange lord. Some serious work must be done. But, I haven’t a clue where to start. Or what to do. I am not a person of faith. Nevertheless, I would normally hope that the “faith community” would help. But, in this case, they are a part of the problem.
Sad news. “My” hotel in Kona is up for sale. Which isn’t to say that anyone will actually buy it. The family tried to sell their hotel on Maui last year and failed. I knew that it would happen. The grandchildren of the guy who built the hotels have no interest in being in the hotel business. They would rather have the money. I do not blame them one bit. It was great for me for decades. I hate these little life lessons about impermanence. I should be better at impermanence. Impermanence is the heart of aging.
Grateful that Biden won. May he find the strength and courage that he will need.
This is amaranth a rather spectacular grain-like crop and source of a banned red dye.
Today was a fine gentle autumn day.
Looking out my window 4.2 miles as my crows fly to the White House. Bet that the White House folk are not having a nice tranquil day.
I realized today that I have lived at The Asylum for over five years. But, until now, I have never been here in November, December, January, or February. So, this is a new experience for me. Today, I realized that the sun doesn’t come blazing in my windows in winter. So, there are no little patches of sun to curl up in like a cat.
Note to young folk: If you move into an old folks asylum – be sure that they have a saloon. Trust me. You will need a stiff drink or two along the way.
Grateful for this fine day and friends to share it with.
On the COVID front: there is an increasing number of cases in the community and 5 of our staff are out with COVID.
Yes, once again, we Democrats and right-minded independents drank the pollsters’ Kool-Aid. It was going to be fine. Everything would be fine. Biden was going to win in a record-shattering landslide. And we were going to flip the Senate, defeat Mitch McConnell, increase our majority in the House, and make in-roads in the state legislatures. We were going to rid our country of the ugly orange stain and return to common sense, common decency, and the rule of law. Well, it isn’t happening. Not in my lifetime. We might win the Presidency – but the country is too shattered. The center did not hold.
Americans are not good and decent people. My America has died. I mourn the loss of my country more than I mourned the loss of my husband. Every person knows they might lose a spouse. No one expects to lose an entire country.
Grateful to have had 76 pretty damn sweet years. The dark years have begun.
So, now what? Four years ago, I could have actually left the country. I fear that I am now too old. I can still afford to leave. Some country will want my money enough to grant me residency or even citizenship. But, I am old. So, I might as well see this catastrophe to the end.