Author: Peg

Male carpenter bees have what look like yellow buck teeth. Females have completely black faces.

(Olympus M.Zuiko Digital ED 14-150mm f/4-5.6 II Lens on the OMD EM1 body.)

Spent some of the day working on my project for the Asylum’s Employee Gift Fund. This has to be finished before I leave for Hawai’i. And I spent some time clearing stuff off Forbin (my MacBook Pro). None of my friends seem to be troubled with gigabytes and gigabytes of crap on their computers. They don’t give their computers names either.

Gotta spritz up The Old Bat Cave tomorrow afternoon. I am on the “open house” tour Tuesday afternoon. Sometimes I get very grumpy with this joint. But, I am really glad that I got the move to my “forever home” done when I did. Where would I be without The Asylum? Well, back in Virginia Square. Eating alone. Paying big rental bucks. And wondering what is going to happen IF/WHEN… I still wonder what is going to happen if/when. But it is if/when not IF/WHEN.

To distract us old folks from the bedbugs and other issues… Management had a portable petting zoo come visit this evening. The Goddess must have approved, because the weather was splendid.

I rather liked the pig, but the Dude What’s In Charge said it reminded him of breakfast!

All things considered, it seems to have been a success. Sort of a Bread and Circus or rather Beer and Zoo approach. But, whatever works.

 

The Pen F is still on the fritz. I removed the battery. In a couple of days it will sort of die and when I put the battery back in it will come back to life. If that doesn’t fix the EVF – then off it goes. (This photo is with the Olympus M.Zuiko Digital ED 14-150mm f/4-5.6 II Lens on the OMD EM1 body.)

So why am I bitchy and what’s new about that:

1. 1. 1. There still seems to be bedbugs afoot.
      2. I am bored to death of the Asylum food.
      3. The “nicest” in terms of ambiance dining venue is closing due to lack of staffing. I am sure it will reopen.
      4. They raised the rent $120/month. Maybe it should be more so they can afford waitstaff and exterminators!
      5. They are removing a bunch of trees from the property. I am sure this is a good thing. But I like trees.
      6. The Orange Lord still lives inhabits 1600 Penn. Ave.

So Carlton would ask: OK, what are you going to do? Answer: Finish up my projects and leave. But first I’ll  have a beer or two.

On the plus side: Give Opera a try. I am liking it.

 

On the downside – my Pen-F’s EVF seems to have died. Since yesterday. Must have had a very hard night. I’ll just ship it off to the Olde Oly Repair Shoppe in NJ.

On the upside – my evil twin at work gave me the greatest coffee mug ever.

Love it Peggy!

It was extremely breezy today. Not fit for photographers or hungry butterflies. But, this was just a lucky shot. It was my first shot and the only one that I didn’t delete immediately upon loading into Lightroom.

Nice day in the Old Bat Cave. Heck, a crow came to visit. It was too breezy for him/her.

Big event of the day was hearing that the “rent” on the old bat’s cave goes up by about $120 per month next year. Not a problem for me. But, some of the folks with smaller incomes and larger apartments might feel pinched. Supposedly most of the increase will go to pay increases for the lowest-paid staffers. Which is good.

When your phone is a Pixel and your provider is Google, you get upgraded to Android 10 (Just 10-not a dessert) on day 1. Not sure it was a good move. But, everything still seems to work. Haven’t discovered any wonderful new features yet.

I am in my autumn geek mode. Playing with Opera as my browser again. Chrome has been my browser of choice for years. Time for a little something different.

Even sort of missing the old Linux days.

Happy 100th Cecil!

Easing back into real life after 9 days of lazing around. Think to start planning my exit to Kona end of next month. I so don’t like staying put. Jackrabbits in my boots for sure.

Big event for me today: I chased a bus and caught it. Two blocks. I was hauling my elderly ass. Lucky I didn’t break something or go into cardiac arrest.

I am rather pleased with my garden boxes. The formal boxes got more sun than I thought they would. I can have more choices next summer. Wish my sweet potato plants had bloomed.

And the Wild Child box is just that wild.

Didn’t do much today. Had to rest up from my 9 days of lolling around. I did “declutter” my so-called pantry. And, I did some work in my bathroom. Have to strike while I am still on my UltraLight Travel high.

I was a card-carrying member of the Longshoremen’s Union in the late 1960s and early 70s. ILWU Local 142. Back in the day I didn’t cross picket lines. I “Looked for the Union Label”. And I never ate California table grapes. Wine grapes were OK. But, I mostly drank really crappy local beer, Primo, or much better imported San Miguel not wine.

The kupuna did the heavy lifting – the 177-day strike etc. Mahalo Brothers and Sisters. “An injury to one is an injury to all.”

Packing didn’t take long. Everything fit into the tiny backpack.

The only things that I took and didn’t use were:  a couple of bandaids, 6 feet of nylon twine, and that cane sticking out of the pack.

While waiting for the plane, I did this little post action report for myself.

Traveling ultra light.  I liked it. I didn’t miss anything. At least not enough to have lugged it around on two cabs, two metros, two buses, two planes. And kept track of for 9 days.

Two skirts and two shirts were all I needed. I don’t think that any one noticed that I always wore the same thing a lot

One pair of shoes was fine. One swimsuit was sufficient. 

I really didn’t need three sets of undies. But, hey, they’re small. 

Got along fine with just the phone and the Kindle. And the power bank.

I would have used my camera if I had it. But, my experience was in no way compromised by not having 3 pounds of camera gear. 

The folding water bottle is awesome.

The phone does everything the iPad does. Just smaller. 

Traveling ultra light is very liberating. I will do it again. And I might just declutter the Old Bat Cave a little. Less is best. 

And one last advantage: 20 minutes after I walked in the door the coffee was made and the unpacking was done

I believe that the organizers of the march must have been surprised by the turn out. Bermuda is a very conservative place. But support for the event was such that everyone was marching and almost no one was left to watch.

So, I bussed it to the market and walked on home. Read some. Floated around the sound some.

Well leave at noonish tomorrow for the airport. Should be back at the Asylum by dinner time.

Took two ferries to St George for breakfast today. Had grilled cheese and bacon sandwich with coffee. And a fine meal it was. Bob Marley on the radio. Manchester United posters on the wall.

Then I wandered around St George. It isn’t the most high tech place on the island.

It was hot so I bussed back to my part of Bermuda.

Found this great lizard on my walk from the bus

Breakfast today. I tried something different. Got a takeaway egg sandwich and a coffee and headed off to a shady park bench.

Early this morning while drinking my first coffee, I was surprised to see a modest size cruise ship passing by. It has about 650 passengers. There are two big ships out at the cruise ship dock. But this little one came right in to town. Seems more civilized.

But I know nothing about cruise ships.

No real plans for my last two days of lolling around. Nothing except more lolling.

You know, I am somewhere between 75 and dead, but I don’t feel grown up. Thinking that I am missing the “grown up” gene. Oh, well.

Back to serious lolling around. Big news in today’s Royal Gazette is: vector control reports lower rodent sightings. Now, isn’t that good news?

While floating around in the sound this afternoon, I wondered: what if we put bedbugs in nice sturdy ziplock bags and checked into the Orange Lord’s hotels all over the planet? Just think about it. Channel your inner Saul Alinsky.

Okay enough sitting the woods on fire. It’s photo time.