Author: Peg

I played around with the plastic box as copy stand today. It picks up reflections, So, I will have to do some work on that. And, I tried my old iPad Mini and my iPad Pro. The iPad Pro seems to consistently choose ISO 64 whereas Shamu2 chooses ISO 160-200.  So, the iPad Pro shots pick up less noise. 

Many of Carlton’s photos when directly to the to be pitched pile. If I didn’t know the people in the photo, or, if I didn’t remember them fondly – they don’t even get scanned. 

But then – there was this chick.

I think this is a woman that Carlton used to see when he went  to Florida without me. She used to call from time to time and she seemed harmless. After seeing this picture – maybe I shouldn’t have been so amenable. 

It was that kind of a day. The US will survive or it will not. Getting down to pick the hill you are willing to die on time…

 

Went out to do a little work on my weeds this morning and look who I found. 

Late last week “they” got the irrigation system working. So, at least I don’t have to water this anymore.

It gets 4 gallons of water every day. I haven’t any idea if that is the correct amount. But, everything seems to be doing OK.

OK – I can do this. Maybe – the photographs and negatives.

This should be an easy place to start.  Well, the easiest place to start.

But wait – there is more.

I made a copy stand for Shamu 2 using my trusty pocket knife. 

So, maybe I can get this done. 

Of course, I will had added to my digital collection – but it will be easier to pitch my files I think.

I have spent an entire life collecting stuff. It is now time to let go. Past time.

Happy Bastille Day – or – when will we storm the White House? Seems to me the Brits welcomed Orange Lord in fine style.

The Queen Anne’s Lace with bugs and leaves was today’s photo subject. 

Note to young people: Yes, you can tell that you are getting old. Things that were once easy now take real effort. The decline in physical ability is perceptible. What is more disturbing is the mental decline. I know that I am not as sharp as I was. I used to be able to mentally leap from A to D. Now I have to very carefully go from A to B to C only to arrive at D and wonder what was I thinking about. 

This is not to say that life isn’t sweet. But so much has been lost. So much more will be lost. AND, this is really scary.  People my age are running the country. (Into the ground, I might add). 

Happy Bastille Day – or – let us eat cake and drink wine. 

The only thing I did today was laundry and try to make MailChimp Little Old Lady Proof. I feel sure that I can teach 1 or 2 little old ladies how to operate MailChimp. I am not at all sure that I can teach the other 103 LOL’s how to find the mailings in their respective Spam or Promotions folders.

And that is it for Friday 13. I have no more functioning brain cells.

And, the hardest will be the photographs. As I embark on this “Swedish Death Cleaning” project, I know the hardest thing will be the photographs. Funny thing is everyone wants my money, but no one wants my negatives from 1985. 

So, what do I do this afternoon but go out and take more pictures.  

Actually, this bee isn’t very good. But, hopefully, I’ll get other chances this summer.

And, you can not make this shit up:

The absolutely only thing that happened around here today is that this shelving unit vanished whilst I was off at breakfast. 

1. I downsized when we moved out of the house into the apartment.
2. I decluttered when we changed apartments.
3. I seriously downsized when I moved to The Asylum.
4. I am now in “death cleaning” mode. Swedish death cleaning to be exact. Swedish death cleaning is old people’s version of Marie Kando. 

No more keeping stuff around for “just in case”.  “Just in case” at my age is sort of like “saving for a rainy day” or even worse “for a special occasion”.  Every day on the green side of the grass IS a special occasion. 

Last February, I went for a little boat trip down the Katherine River in far northern Australia. I was disappointed because no saltwater crocs were sighted. 

Fortunately, I obeyed the sign. Today, the internet exploded with news of a monster croc – as big as a car – as heavy as a grand piano – able to leap tall buildings…

Read about it in The Katherine Times.

I loved Australia. Every thing about it. 

Most of you know that I hate committees and associated meetings. Today this shows up in my email

Please add this to the agenda of the Grounds Committee under Grounds Report by Grounds Supervisor for discussion:

*Knoll Garden Irrigation System and how it works.

*Watering using a hose in the Knoll Garden (pros and cons)

And you actually expect me to spend a precious hour out of my limited remaining stores to listen to “Watering using a hose…”? 

926 days until the 2021 Presidental Inauguration. We have to be damn sure that  January 20, 2021 is a good day. Which means we have to vote in each and every election. We must not wait until November 3, 2020 to vote. It might be too late by then. 

Article 1, Section 9, Clause 8
No Title of Nobility shall be granted by the United States: And no Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State.

The so-called “emoluments clause” – which doesn’t seem to be working too well – doesn’t say the Orange Lord cannot declare himself “President for Life” – but it might slow him down.

On a happier note – another view of fissure 8 from last Friday.

Fine state of affairs when an actively erupting volcano is “a happier note”

One of my garden box neighbors has an explosion of pink tiger lilies. I love them outside – but inside the scent is a bit overwhelming.

Think that everything gardenwise is about as good as it is going to be this summer right now. 

And, my room is still littered with the stuff that I took out of the closet. But, the closet is looking pretty good. Time to say bye-bye to some stuff. 

The only smart thing about this maneuver is I did not put the clothes on the bed. I put them on my chairs. So, I can go to bed.

Anyhow, I have until Friday – the day the Old Bat Cave gets cleaned – to get everything shoveled back in the closet. The main problem is the gray shelving unit. It really doesn’t fit – it had been crammed in and it is sort of a junk catcher. Getting rid of it will force me to get rid of some “stuff” that is just there because there is space. The old “stuff expands to fill every available space” rule.

And, when I die – all that stuff will just go down to the trash in plastic bags – so do it now. Enjoy having some space in the closet.  And, I really don’t need Carlton’s backpack, a beach towel, a flag, an old plaid wool blanket… And, I might get rid of my big wicker laundry basket as well. 

After yesterday’s surprise sunset – well it was only a surprise that the pinky goodness wrapped around to the eastern sky – had a rippled peachy sunrise this morning. And a superday – weatherwise. Windows open.  

I present this without comment.

(During a 5 July 2018 rally in Montana.)

 

 

Not the best idea ever… today, I was culling thru my photos from February 2017. Where I have way too many poor pictures of the bait school that hung out in Kailua Bay winter of 2016/2017.

But mid-afternoon, I was sick of looking at pictures. So, what to do, but grab the camera and go for a little walkabout. Returning with yet more images. 

As for me, I am sitting in my chair, sipping my after dinner coffee, checking my net worth spreadsheet, watching my country slip slowly into fascism. Or is it “just” racism.  Might be time to get off my duff soon. 

OOPS – got stop grousing and watch the sunset. Fantastic. And, I face east. 

Back to normal today. It is only hot – not as hot as the hinges of hell. And does hell have hinges? 

I think the fireworks party went OK. We had OK fireworks, great food and lots of wine. By 10:30 everything was cleared out, cleaned up, and the dishwasher was purring away. I didn’t take fireworks pictures. I gave that up when I moved to The Asylum.  

But, I haven’t given up on sunrise photos. Notice 3 construction cranes in my photo. 

Scott Pruitt – lackey corrupt scumbag for the oil companies has resigned from the EPA after a host of questionable acts involving moisturizer from Ritz Carlton, a $43,000 phone booth, a job for his wife and takeout snacks from Dean and Deluca. Oh and “Get my wife a Chick-fil-A franchise” … He is being replaced by a lackey for the coal industry. Bet corrupt scumbag will fit into that sentence before long.