Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
Still no bugs to photograph. Might have to go farther than my own garden box.
No bugs, but the garden box is looking good. Especially Ray, the rosemary bush. And the yellow echinacea.
I did a little serious weeding and wacking on Friday and the weedlot looks pretty good all things considered.
Worked at “being retired” again today.
“On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” H.L. Menchen
Well today I tried hard to be retired old lady. What will I do when I don’t have work to lend structure and yes purpose to my existence? So, how did I do? What did I do?
That is it.
And another old photo – this one is Arkansas in the fall of 1992.
The rain continues. Came home today via Uber.
But, I was able to take a short stroll late this afternoon when I was able to sneak up on some nice fat green flies. These guys live about 2-3 weeks in this adult form. The adults feed on nectar and pollen. The larvae feed on decomposing tissue. Which leads to some interesting, if gory, medical applications.
I am sort of playing with my 60mm macro lens right now. Hence, the bug of the day.
Still making progress de-acquisitioning my old photos. Once I know that they are in my computer – I think I’ll be able to pitch the prints. Just have to keep reminding myself that I am not Ansel Adams and I will be doing everyone – myself included – a favor if I get rid of them.
I didn’t go to work today, I blamed the rain. Real reason: I have actually worked my way out of a job. That was the whole idea. But, still… going to work has shaped my days since well since forever. How exactly did I get this old? When did it happen and why wasn’t I consulted?
Today’s adventure with the macro lens. A tiny black wasp-like creature.
Today’s best idea to shake up things at the asylum – put a suggestion in the box asking that condoms be sold in our little store! Well, STD’s are a serious health issue among our demographic. Just trying to be helpful.
Rainy yesterday. Rainy today. When the going gets tough, the tough get brunch.
Well, week 11 in garden/weed land was hot and dry. Week 12 is supposed to be rainy and maybe cool. Good thing: I’ll not have to water. Bad thing: weeds will be loving it.
Went to a funeral. A second funeral for the same person. It was raining when we came out of church. In Hawai’i that would be considered a blessing. Not sure anyone felt particularly blessed in Virginia.
Yesterday, I started on my photographs from 1992.
No photographs have actually made it to the trash yet. Photographs cannot be recycled. But, they are being collected in a box. If I completely wimp out the box can go down to my storage unit. I really think that I’ll be able to toss them in the dumpster. But, I only want to make one trip to the dumpster.
And that is about it from the old bat on this rainy afternoon.
Today when I went out to look for bugs, I found some. The swamp milkweed beetle was a new one for me.
Today I attended to my hopefully last “widow work” task. I removed Carlton’s name from my checking account. My lawyer told me to keep his name on the account for a year – just in case he got a check – I figure that it has been long enough.
Funny thing was when I finished talking to customer service at the bank – the agent said: “And, thank you for being a customer for 59 years”… OK, that is a long time.
July 20, 1969, at 20:17 UTC the Eagle landed on the Moon. Six hours later – Neil Armstrong stepped on the lunar surface.
And now, 49 years later, the president of my country is a fucking game show host. And, nobody seems to care. Oh, we complain and post stuff online. Heck, we might even vote come Nov 6th. Or not.
It is time to pick a mountain to die on. Easier for me to do than for a younger person. I will be giving up less time if I die on that damn mountain. But you dear children will pay the price for inaction far longer than I will.
I guess you could say the I am pissed. Gives new meaning to “Better dead than red”. To quote an old right-wing slogan from the 1960s.
At about 0545, opened my eyes – and what a lovely sunrise. This is why I don’t close the blinds.
I have been meaning to do some bug photography – so – this afternoon I put the right lens on the right camera and stuck the combo on the monopod and went out on a bug hunt.
But, the damn bunny was hopping all over the place.
Failed to mention yesterday’s fine asylum meals. Breakfast: quesadillas. Dinner: soft-shell crabs. No wonder my weight has reached critical levels. But, on to more important things. There is free wine tonight and the special pizza is “crab”. Not too sure about that one.
Today, I started to get dispose of some of *my* photographs. The photos that I have from 1993. And I started with the color prints. Most of them are in 3 ring binders.
I quick and dirty photographed all of them. I didn’t post-process them or anything. Well – did crop out the background.
And, I will dispose of most of the originals. I am not Ansel Adams. No one will want them when I am dead. I am not even sure I want them when I am alive.
For me this is huge – I have done 2 huge downsizings in the last 15 years and *my* photographs were always untouchable. But, now, they are being “stuff”. And “stuff” can be de-acquisitioned.
And, I think it is time for a new USGS header photo – from sunrise yesterday. Fissure 8.
Almost ready to ditch Carlton’s photos. In Carlton’s collection, I found these two zombie photos. I was totally faking being a serious lady person. I am not sure about Carlton.
I still wear the earrings I have on in the picture. And, I wish I had the suit. I loved that suit. I was 37.
I wish I still had that man. I loved that man. Carlton was 36.
Political commentary w/o comment.
