Author: Peg

A resident of The Asylum organized a 50501 protest. It was a block away from The Asylum, on the sidewalks around the strip mall. Not a gracious or impressive location. There was a fantastic turnout from the greater community. Many elders, of course. But, younger folk too.

Made it back home from Baltimore in record time early this morning. Thanks to lighter traffic. Thanks to 47 and his parade.

Came home. Unpacked. Attended the “Rollator Protest”. Came home and crashed. 7,000+ steps running up and down both sides of the street. I am too old for this shit. But. If you aren’t resisting…

Breakfast call at 6:30 tomorrow morning. Then back to The Asylum.

 

But I do miss getting my coffee without getting dressed first.

FYI-It’s a masked booby

The young people are off and running to the waterpark and the old people are having a nice peaceful breakfast, with avocado toast of course.

And a couple from last night.

Another very lazy day. We arrived in Nassau around noon. The young people head off on an adventure. The old people rested, showered while the boat was securely tied to the dock. We had cocktails. Dinner and people watched. The young people returned to the ship and we are heading to a water park tomorrow.

Absolutely ZERO to do on a sea day. Well except give your money to Royal Caribbean. My credit card is safely locked up. And my 3 travel companions have SuperDiamondStatus which the are happy to share their complementary drinks with me.

An altogether fine day, walking visiting eating drinking napping resting reading.

I was exhausted after an hour of sun and walking. Back on the ship in time for cocktails with Christie. The ship is overnighting in Bermuda.

The young people went on an adventure today. The old people did nothing. The old people enjoyed themselves very much. We haven’t heard from the young people. And it’s almost 9:30 PM. Hopefully they are having much fun as well.

Very lazy day. No sun. Some rain. Lots of napping going on.

I checked out some really horrible art. And looked in the so called art auction. And. I checked out the casino. The casino was doing a booming business.

 

 

I got my StarLink working. I hate sending Elon money. Sorta like ordering from Amazon.

I am tired. I am embarrassed to be a citizen of the US. I am old. And  I am ready to turn over control to AGI. We humans seem to be messing things up big time. Maybe we humans can wipe ourselves out before the singularity and take the power grid with us. Leaving the planet to cockroaches and mosquitoes. And maybe octopuses.  

Full disclosure: I get singularity and AGI mixed up in my old brain. 

Got my stuff stuffed into my 27-liter backpack for the cruise. The computer stays home. I need to unplug from reality. I need to read books (on the Kindle)  and watch clouds. And look for dolphins.  

The blog can be updated from the phone/iPad. 

There was no reason to go hunting for magnolias. I have taken some very good pictures of magnolias. I don’t need more magnolia photos. But, what the hell, I went looking for magnolias. Because they might be finished by the next time I go to the hospital for yoga. And because “nobody is promised tomorrow”. Stop and smell the magnolias.

I bused and walked to yoga today. No Uber. Waiting to transfer, I watched a dog walker.

And that’s a magnolia tree in the background.

It’s great when you are easily amused.

Tomorrow. Pack and get ready for the cruise. And decide if I am going to take my computer.