Author: Peg

I am sure I should be doing something.
Anything.
At the very least, it’s time to figure out how to get to Kona.
But first…

I could not resist.

With more than a little help from AI.
And no guns.

You bet I do.
Rocklands Farms.
Poolesville MD.
Today was the last day for the summer interns.
And they were going to a farm.

I had a great time.
Maybe more fun than anyone else.
Whatever happens is what I planned.

Nothing at all important happening.
That’s a good thing.

ChatGPT suggested that I shouldn’t kill anyone.
Apparently killing someone would generate too much paperwork.

So, I went to see a movie.
One Night Only.
A rom-com with a very slight political undertone.

Tired today.
Just old, I guess.
That’s a poor excuse.
But it’s the only excuse I have.

That’s the trouble with old age.
I have never been this old before. 
So, I have no idea how I am supposed to feel.
Tired. That’s how I feel.

And why am I here?
Because, while running the Water Pik this morning

A tiny, tiny, tiny gold inlay came out.
Off to see the dentist after breakfast.
No problem, just glue it back in.
Well, no problem unless I swallow it.
Which I did.
Dentist goes to Plan B.
All fixed.
And wasn’t that fountain gray?

The big question at breakfast was: If a NYC rat ended up in Tokyo, would it be able to communicate with the local rat population?

According to my Robot, assuming they’re the same species, the rats could probably communicate just fine through body language, smell, touch, and ultrasonic calls.

New York rats may even have local differences in their calls.

So the Tokyo rat would probably understand him.
He’d just have an accent.

And because smell is enormously important to rats, the bigger problem might not be language at all. It might be: “Who the hell are you, and why do you smell like another colony?”

So now you know.

Not the greatest moonshot ever. 
It does tell me that autumn is on the way.

So. Time to enjoy the outdoors.
Never mind that it’s 94°

Eleven years ago, I really wanted a balcony where I could sit and read.
If I had gotten a balcony, I would be paying lots more rent.
Whatever happens is what I planned, and it is all for the good.

Keeping with telephone bird photography.

Mourning doves don’t seem to be any smarter than they have to be. 
However, there are lots of them.
All over.

Note to self: You are too old to jog up hills.
Even small hills. 
I am no smarter than I have to be.

Got up, made a cuppa tea, and enjoyed the moon for a bit. 

Trying to close my steps circle.
It was hot.
Went to World Market to get some steps and A/C.
Came out with photographs of things I did not know the world needed.

AI says: Halloween yoga class for the recently deceased.

Quote from the long-deceased Carlton: If you think you are having fun, you are having fun.

Early this morning, I allowed the MacBook to update to macOS 26.6.1.
It took a long time, maybe three minutes.
Good time for a little gratitude: coffee, air conditioning, dishwashers, Asylum housekeeping, great friends.

My morning fitness wander provided a goldfinch to photograph.
With my phone.
You shoot with what you have.
And I was just grateful to enjoy the goldfinch enjoying the echinacea seeds.

No regrets. Two maybe three summers ago, I sold all of my “real” camera gear. No, I don’t miss it. And even if I still had my gear. It would have been on the “camera shelf” in the Old Bat Cave, and I still would have been shooting the goldfinch with my telephone.

It’s really not a telephone. It’s a pocket computer vastly more powerful than the computers that helped take men to the moon and bring them safely home.

Mentally, I am into lazy days of summer.
The weather is in summer mode.
Kids are looking at school starting in a couple of weeks.

Extremely grateful that I can return to the full upright position with my generic drug in hand.

Visit to the hygienist.

I was…

X-rayed
Power-washed
Scraped
Sanded
Lasered

Thus passes another thrilling day in the life of a boring old woman.

A totally delightful day.
Voted.
Went to the morning showing of The Odyssey.
Had a lovely non-Asylum lunch.
And a nap.
That’s about as good as a day gets.

Today was devoted to doing stuff that needed doing.
Cards written and mailed.
Laundry put away.
Monthly account statements reviewed.
The little things that keep life orderly.

No, they aren’t edible. They are too tough.
Not poisonous.
Used in China and Japan as an adjunct cancer treatment.
I’ll stick to admiring them along our “wilderness trail.”

I remember one of my friends added Tabasco, Cholula, and Worcestershire sauce to that Chilled Garden Tomato Gazpacho.
I don’t believe in cold soup.
So, I don’t get a vote.