Memorial Day Weekend – The End.

lechuga

I knew I didn’t want to eat whatever it was that the Asylum was doing for lunch today. They were having one of their infamous ‘indoor picnics”.  So, at breakfast, I picked up a banana and a sandwich that was leftover from yesterday. A chicken, lechuga, and tomato sandwich to be exact. Lechuga being Spanish for lettuce. Haven’t a clue how I knew that lechuga is Spanish for lettuce. Not a really useful word. In any language. 

The Miata – Aug 24, 2004

On August 24, 2004 Carlton sold my beloved Miata. Here it is, out front of the new owner’s house. I had to drive it there. And leave it. I was not comforted by the check. I cried.

The Miata – Now

Well, yesterday, the owner offered it back to me. It still looks good. It is in Florida – and no – I will not get it back. I hope that the 3rd owner will love it as much as the 1st and 2nd owner did. 

Chilly and damp today. 

More Memorial Day Weekend.

From the garden box next door

My garden box is a wild thing – but the next door box has lovely flowers. 

Hunting down baby bunnies with Shamu 2

And, of course, you can not shoot bunnies with a cell phone. But, it didn’t stop me from trying.

Weed Lot and Garden Box- week 4

And, the weekly update on the weed lot and garden box.  I worked at least 9 hours in my weed lot this week. So, it better start shaping up. 

Weed Lot and Garden Box- week 4
Weed Lot and Garden Box- week 4

And since I don’t have anything very profound to say – let’s wrap this day up with another photo

Virginia Sweetspire

This is a bush that lives happily in my weed lot. It is pretty, smells great and hasn’t caused any trouble. Yet.  So, I like it.

Memorial Day Weekend.

Myer-Emco Died 2010 – now hookah lounge.

Getting my exercise by walking around outside this morning. Came past an old time “hi-fi/stereo” shop. Long shuttered. But, over the years, it got more than it’s share of my money. They were in business for over 100 years – no – they didn’t sell hi-fi gear to Teddy Roosevelt – but they did outfit the Kennedy White House with the latest in high fidelity devices. (The business started in the late 1800s. They sold gold braid and other military accouterments.) But now, Myer-Emco no more and the location is a hookah lounge. (And I listen to most of my music via Pandora. Which is good enough for these elderly ears.)

Stormtrooper referees killer croquet match at the asylum this morning.
And Stormtrooper is also in charge of a gardening work gang.

These good people are working on the shady side of the garden. My “area” is on the sunny side. I spent a good 3 hours in my area weeding and planting.

Just keeping digging woman…

Stormtrooper makes sure that I don’t stop digging anytime soon.

Today was devoted to gardening. Weeding to be precise. And shopping for more plants to replace the weeds.  Tomorrow will be devoted to planting the new stuff and maybe relocating some existing plants. Sort of like rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic.

Went looking for the books of the living and the dead this morning.

Yes, there is an Asylum Book of the Dead. 3 books actually.

Found them. All four volumes. One Book of the Living and 3 Books of the Dead. I did not look in any of them. However, one of my friends did look in the books and she reported that she wasn’t in the Book of the Living or in the Books of the Dead. Guess she is in the Book of Bardo which I did not locate.

Back to gardening. It really isn’t fun. But, the Asylum is a community and for a community to work – everyone needs to contribute. I surely have no patience for committee meetings. I can not arrange flowers. You wouldn’t want me to be your friendly hospice visitor. But, I can pull weeds. And, it is actually good exercise. Plus a HUGE lesson in patience. 

Allergies today…

Imaginary ball of pollen

Serious case of pollen allergies today. My eyes are scratchy and I just want to keep them closed. I sure don’t want to read or watch something from Netflix. It will be an audiobook tonight.

The Asylum did a passable job of Mexican food for dinner. Well, the chicken enchiladas wouldn’t make the cut back in El Paso but they were more than adequate for an old folks asylum on the east coast. The tres leches cake was worth every calorie.

The afternoon  entertainment at the Asylum was our monthly Town Hall meeting where management tells us what they want us to know and the inmates ask questions and/or ride their high horses around.

Sample from today.

1. Would the resident who takes the sports section from the library copy of the Post stop stealing it. And if you know who is doing it please rat them out. I offered to give the library my virtually unread sports section every morning.  Nope, that’s not what they want. They want the miscreant’s ass.

2. It garage floor is stained. It’s a garage floor people not an operating room.

3. We should devise some way to enforce a dress code in the “formal” dining room. I would love to get into a dress code fight. Bring it on. Your ox will be gored.

4. the books of the living and the dead -which I didn’t know existed- have not been updated in a couple of years. So there are dead people in the living people books. Apparently this is a bad thing. You cannot RIP if you are stuck in the living people book.

It’s Aloha Thursday, no work til Tuesday.

Wednesday and…

Little Brown Skink

Today is Wednesday and tomorrow I can go to work and get some rest!

Today was 100% devoted to garden chores. First going along to get shrubs and forbs and then digging holes and planting. And watering.

Memorial service which I did not attend for one of our residents this afternoon. This man, who died at 97, was a devout humanist and he apparently enjoyed studying the aging process first hand. It is interesting – living with people of disparate beliefs. But all approaching the final exit each from a different path. 

But isn’t that a fine skink? Snapped him with Shamu 2 at the garden center. 

 

Well, another day of being old…

After 8 days of rain…

Strolling home from work today, a came by this huge oak tree. It couldn’t take it anymore and stopped holding on to planet earth.  Someday, that happens to all of us. 

And then late this afternoon – it started again.

Late this afternoon here comes more rain.

I am becoming like more and more like that old tree – detaching myself from reality. I am becoming inured to the Orange Lord. He no longer outrages me. Nothing he can do will surprise me. And that worries me. 

Oh well, the gospel according to Carlton: Shut up, suit up and show up. That is all we can do.

 

More Sun…

Sun coming in the windows at 0600 today.

And it was a lovely sunny day in the neighborhood today. 

Pretty boring day. Walk, bus, work, walk, bus, walk, lunch, yoga, nap, shower, dinner, fix blog, read, sleep. 

Not everyone’s peonies completely washed away.

peony
another peony

I found these beauties on my walk from the hospital. 

And unfortunate news… my hospital yoga class didn’t have enough takers – so it is canceled. The fortunate news is the Asylum has a new pretty good yoga class on Monday afternoons. Hope it doesn’t go out of business too.

It stopped raining.

Looking down from the Old Bat Cave on my weed lot.

It stopped raining – what next? Plague of frogs maybe?

I enjoyed the sunny day. Did some weeding. And, when I happened to look out my window spied some “kids” wheeling Mom around and the stopped to admire my limp peonies. They were not sufficiently staked to survive a biblical deluge.

And for the weekly garden progress logging.

Weed Lot and Garden Box- week 3
Weed Lot and Garden Box- week 3

I have some impressive milkweeds. It has been suggested that they are milkWEEDS and should be pulled. But, I am letting them stay until something better shows up. 

Weed Lot and Garden Box- week 3

I took the top (and header) photos with my Pen F. And, I just noticed that it is still on Brisbane time. Sorta cool. 

More Rain…

Rain…

Watched the wedding of Prince Harry and Megan Markle. Carlton would have loved it. He loved all things ceremonial. And, especially if fancy uniforms, horses, and horns are involved. And he would have given the American Bishop Curry high fives for hitting the homily out of the park.

While the Brits got great sunny weather – we had more rain. But, I think it is coming to an end. My weeds have gotten out of hand. I’ll be logging some time out in the weed lot tomorrow. 

 

RAIN.

and more rain…

At least I don’t have to water anything.

So, what did I do today? Very little. Hit the dreadmill. Tweaked my investments a bit. Read a book. Took a nap. 

Building an ark…

Carlton and Girl Friend – June 6, 1972

When Carlton was sick an old girlfriend of his sent me a few pictures of him – back when he was “hers”.  Apparently, she told him to go fly a kite too!

The rain continues. Time to round up those plans for the ark. I know they are around here somewhere. 300 cubits in length, 50 cubits in width and 30 cubits in height (450 × 75 × 45 ft). But, I am going to leave some of the critters behind. Starting with mosquitoes. But, then again, mosquitoes feed a hell of a lot of birds and bats in the northern regions. So, I might have to take them. Maybe humans should be left behind. Not sure that we do any good. 

Since I don’t work on Friday – my weekend starts now. And I am very ready for some down time.