Author: Peg

And, I decided on the old but interesting place with a dock to sit upon. 

Interesting Bermuda fact – the entire country seems to be closed on Aug2 and 3rd for a cricket match. Sort of like “Superbowl Sunday” – but cricket being cricket it takes a couple of days to complete a game. 

Carlton and I spent a lot of time in New Zealand years ago and after a couple of months, we managed to figure out cricket. We had to get past stopping play for “tea” and the silly scores – things like “120 not out”. But the end of our stay we found ourselves saying – we have to get back to where ever we were staying because cricket came on the one TV channel at 4 PM.  It was a LONG time ago. 

After these lodgings – I have been assured that there be wifi and there might be coffee. Not counting on either.  I am planning on 5 minimal technology days. But, there will be coffee. Trust me. There will be coffee. Tea doesn’t do it.

To work for a little tomorrow morning. Then back to the old bat cave to do laundry and toss a few things in a bag. The Asylum makes it very easy to just go away. 

Of course, I don’t have anywhere to stay. But, hey, at least I’ll be somewhere different. 

Carlton and I went to Bermuda once – way back in the ’70s. I seem to recall he crashed his scooter. Or did I go to Bermuda with the starter husband? No, I think it was Mr C. Things are starting to get mushy up in the old brain box. 

At this late date, my choices of places to stay are rather limited. As usual, I am a person of extremes. Should I go low budget and stay at the scruffy place by the ferry dock with no pool or A/C or TVs but with kitchenettes and a dock to swim off of.  Or, should I just bag it up at one of the big-ass deluxe hotels. Right now, sitting on the dock of the bay sounds best. Heck, I could even round up something to eat and open my own bottle of beer. 

I have my nice new unused passport. The medical evac package that I got for Australia is still in play. Bermuda uses US money. And Bermuda uses US electric outlets. I am good to go. Except for the little problem of where to sleep. 

Just looked up and what do I see from my chair – but a lovely rainbow.

I was furiously shopping for a last minute trip to Burlington Vermont or Bermuda. That is what I do when I get bored, I move. Or change men. Or take a trip. Taking a trip seems like the best option. Moving doesn’t make economic sense. And, I am mostly over men – been there – done that – got the tee shirt – over. Which leaves “trips”.

Oh and for me at least, today’s yoga class was wicked hard. Lots of planks. Also abductor-rippers.
 

Almost August??? What is happening summer? When you are old, sometimes the day crawls by, but the years go by way too fast. 

Still no bugs for my macro lens – so I turned it on a flower. 

And one of the larger residents in my weedlot – 

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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.

1. Drank coffee.
2. Sent email to office explaining how color code our appointments.
3. Read a dead tree newspaper
4. Ate breakfast.
5. Worked in my weed lot.
6. Took pictures of our “2nd-floor” residents assembling dental hygiene bags for a nearby free clinic. 
7. Ate an avocado for lunch.
8. Processed the morning’s photos.
9. Walked 3.5 miles.
10. Read another dead tree newspapers.
11. Still on the agenda – dinner.

“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?

1. Ate breakfast.
2. Ate 2nd breakfast.
3. Read one dead tree newspaper.
4. Read another dead tree newspaper.
5. Worked on getting rid of my photo archives.
6. Logged 4.98 miles on the fitbit.
7. Took some pictures with the macro lens.
8. Went to the dentist.
9. Ate dinner. 
10. Thought about my next Adventure Before Alzheimer’s. 

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.