Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
I was in my closet this morning and wondered how did that old woman get in my mirror! And, I haven’t done my 2018 selfie. So, here it is.
Pretty boring day. Hey, boring is OK. Actually, it is good. But, first class in the weather department.
Did a little work in my weed patch and took some more unsatisfactory photos of iris. (See header).
Back to work tomorrow to get some rest!
Well, I actually do take pictures of the iris. I just don’t like the results. Oh well, another iris season is underway. Maybe this is my year. Or not.
This was primary election day in some parts of the country. I am almost afraid to see the results. I am so very glad that Mr C didn’t live to see what the world has come to. I think that the greater forces in the universe are expressing displeasure with us humans even now in the extreme south eastern part of Hawai’i. But what that part of Hawai’i ever did to any one except grow some fine weed I don’t know.
Back in March I got all excited: There was music from the 90s on the piano. But wait. It was the 1890’s. Heck at that time our oldest resident was 106 and even he wasn’t alive in the 1890s. (And, he isn’t alive now. No one gets out of here alive.)
And then
this shows up. I presume they mean 1920s etc. And I am just guessing – but I bet they have no tunes by Blind Lemon Jefferson in that collection. Maybe not even Fats Waller or Satchmo.
New yoga class at the Asylum this afternoon. It was an OK class and I feel like I need to support it. So, I will try to become a “regular”. If I judged it as a “yoga class” it would get a D+ but, I think it only far to just it as a “senior yoga-like” class and it gets a good solid B.
Well, enough about The Asylum.
Just a random photo from one of our crazy road trips…
Which caused this old woman to wonder: what now?
No use just hanging out in the Old Bat Cave waiting for the next batch of adult diapers to arrive from Amazon.
Well, I did promise Mr C that I wouldn’t get “anything with wheels”. So, that strikes out the Can-Am and the VW Camper.
Stay tuned. Those jack-rabbits that live in my boots are getting antsy. I have been here two whole months tomorrow!
This will be a regular Sunday feature. Pictures of the weed lot and garden box.
For anyone who wonders – my part of Hawai’i is a couple of hours away from the current volcano activity. “Our” volcano is Hualālai – she is considered dangerous. As Carlton liked to say we were 210 years into her 200 year cycle. When she goes – it will be serious. Last eruption was in 1801. We have forgotten that the lava got deposited somehow. People are like that.
The USGS Volcano Reports – more than you want to know about volcanoes.
Well Carlton, I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t spend “your” money. All wrapped up in a rubber band and carefully labeled. Don’t know why. Just could not do it. Maybe next year.
So, I trotted off to the bank to get “my” money. So I could go off to Long Branch Nature Center’s native plant sale to get some plants for my weed lot.
Someone from the Asylum would have driven me but, I am glad that I walked to the plant sale. They have about 10 parking spaces and about 20 cars were trying to park. Did my 2 miles walking to and from plant shopping today. Which is better than 2 miles on the dreadmill. I got a couple of rudbeckia, two echinacea, a cactus, and a false dragonhead. I could have, maybe should have gotten more – but if these guys are happy in my weed lot they will spreadout nicely. And, if they are not happy – well – having more will not help.
My own garden box is sort of neglected this year.
Shall not complain about it being hot yet. I complained way too much about it being cold. And, talk about hot, Madam Pele is shaking things up back home in Hawai’i. Not on my part of the island. But, earthquakes have consequences. But, so far so good. Just Momma Nature using Pele to remind us how little control we have.
Big event of my day was staking up the peony bushes that are on my weedy plot of land.
And there was a nice vase of hydrangeas. Apparently, they were the subject for a drawing class yesterday.
So, I used them for a little “art work” of my own.
Jumped right into summer today. I don’t pay for electricity – but I would have liked to have a few days without running the heat or A/C.
Last year, I tried to retire August 1st. I failed. But, I think I have about worked myself out of a job. The office seems to be doing more work with fewer people. And many of the tasks that I used to do have been farmed out to other people or automated out of existence.
My boss seems to be concerned and is trying to think up “projects” for me. But, honestly, I feel like a smug mother bird watching her chicks fledge.
I tried to put the Stromtrooper on the first bus of the commute – the 25B – but, it had warning stripes on the floor and Google couldn’t make the magic happen.
Yesterday I read an article: “The Top 10 Things Your Kids Don’t Want”
And that was about my whole day. We did have dinner outside this evening – first time this year. Finally. Spring.
Didn’t go to work today. The Asylum’s semi-annual meeting with “upper management” was today. I felt like I needed to go. It was a waste of time – my cynicism was dialed up to “MAX”.
Around noon it was warm enough to do some work in the “garden”. And, I took some pictures with Shamu 2.
I am starting to have trouble coming up with “names”. This weekend I couldn’t remember the name of a guy named “Bill”. And this afternoon – looking right at a fennel plant – I couldn’t come up with fennel to save my life. Should I be worried. And, if I am worried – what should I worry about?
This is about as good as my bird photography gets. All taken with cheap 600mm equivalent lens on the OM-D M1. Handheld. BTW, the friend I was with was embarrassed to be seen with me since everyone else had killer big glass, massive tripod, camo gear. And, I was just armed with a micro 4/3 camera and Shamu 2 and black leggings. (Plus stormtroopers.)
I really don’t like The Asylum all that much. The Asylum the building. The Asylum which is filled with old people who lean on their walkers. The Asylum that is next to a strip mall. The Asylum that isn’t all that public transit friendly.
On the other hand, I love my Asylum sisters. And, it is damn nice to have pretty good food (and good company) right downstairs. So most of the time I have this weird acceptance thing going on about The Asylum.
Went chair shopping today. Ordered a stool. Funny thing is – I had that very stool when we lived in the Falls Church house. I had “urban recycled” it and Carlton painted it. Funny to have paid some serious bucks for it’s classier relative.
Also worked in the garden plot, did the dreadmill and took a nap. Busy day. Busy is good.
And today is the 17th anniversary of the blog.
I am amazed that I kept it up for 17 years. I really just do it for me, but I am always pleased to know that other people actually look at it. Thank you!
