Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
Went to South Point today with my friends from Iowa. It was a great day for a road trip.
South Point has cows (lots of them), cliffs, and wind (lots of it). You can see the windmill farm in the above image. No cow pictures. My friends from Iowa were not interested in cows.
Figure I got a lot of stuff to get organized before going home. (And, to Grand Canyon.) Maybe tomorrow… Maybe tomorrow, I’ll spring into action.
My early morning coffee and craziness buddy Billy and I went parasailing early this morning. Had a blast. The “rope” was about 1,200 feet. We figured that we actually went up about 400 feet.
Not too old to do something crazy. If President Obama can kite surf with Sir Richard Branson, I can surely parasail with Billy.
Pretty much back to normal. Walking, swimming, yoga. Then wondering “Why am I tired?”
Sen. Warren was just put in Time Out for impugning the Alabama Senator Session’s character. It isn’t the worst thing that has happened to a senator from Massachusetts.
On May 22, 1856, in the United States Congress, Representative Preston Brooks (D-SC) attacked Senator Charles Sumner (R-MA), an abolitionist, with a walking cane in retaliation for a speech given by Sumner two days earlier in which he fiercely attacked slaveholders including a relative of Brooks.
Wonder what happens next?
After the Orange Lord’s recent so called successful raid in Yemen – Yemen just said no more raids on our turf. They didn’t seem to think killing civilian children was “successful”.
Damn I miss the good old days when all we had to worry about was Sarah Palin – who could see Russia from her backyard.
Swimming in the pool at the asylum doesn’t seem very appealing right now.
I haven’t been able to swim for a week – today the ocean was really too choppy to swim. But, I went for a swim. It was great to be in the water again. (didn’t take the camera. swimming was all I could manage) And, I got about 5.25 miles on the fitbit. So, I am getting back to normal.
And, back to back VOG free days.
Three weeks from now I start back to the asylum. And four weeks from tomorrow – I’ll be back home at The Home.
I am resisting the temptation to buy clothes or footwear for the little detour to The Grand Canyon. Which is hard, because I like shopping – especially at our fine little thrift shop.
A friend pointed out that “trump” is British-speak for “fart”.
The so-called Orange Lord says that the very dishonest press is covering up terrorist attacks. Well, why doesn’t he tell us about them? He is coming unhinged.
But, no martial law or nukes deployed, YET.
We went on a monk seal hunt today. I did everything I could to ensure success. I left my real camera at home. We had a fine walk along the beach. But, no monk seal. We suspected the seal had moved a little south. And sure enuf…
Our monk seal had moved on to Kaloko-Honokohau National Historical Park. We saw her with my trusty binoculars. Didn’t need to take another 2 mile hike through sand.
The great thing – the VOG was gone this morning. Too choppy to swim
Lady Gaga was great. The game, not so much but in the last 6 minutes of the game, New England finally woke up. We’ll see.
Glad that the Orange Lord (sorry I am too refined to call him the Marmalade Douchebag) is on vacation. Please go on vacation. Often.
Found this tiny gecko in room. I think it came in on my yoga mat. I took it outside.
And, I am feeling better today. Think that my life is coming back. Had a nice grilled ahi sandwich for lunch. Real food!
Have you contributed to the Bowling Green Massacre Victims Fund?
That about sums up the week.
Had a little relapse this morning. But, I believe that I finally started getting better. I am tired of my bathroom. I am tired of soup.
The whitespotted surgeonfishes are from last month… Don’t go swimming today. But, I did 30 minutes of very easy yoga and according to my fitbit – I walked 2.5 miles today. Not all at one time, but in several chunks. Back in the day, I could bounce back in 24 hours or so… I am not so bouncy these day!
I am still getting better… but the Orange Lord seems to be getting crazier by the day. Let us see: with in the last week in addition to the immigration mess he has pissed off Mexico and Australia and he seems to be trying to pick a fight with Iran. That is just the big stuff.
The Brits are trying to keep him out of Great Britain so he will not be able to insult the Queen in person. Ollie the Bobcat escaped from the National Zoo, apparently Ollie was trying for political asylum in one of the nearby embassies. (Ollie was found and returned.)
Today, the Orange Lord said “The world is in trouble, but we’re going to straighten it out, OK? That’s what I do – I fix things,”
I don’t see this getting better anytime soon.
Yesterday, I couldn’t make it out of my bathroom. I actually made it out of my room today. According to my FitBit I wandered about 1.5 miles. Not all at one time.
And, now, I seem to be having a little WordPress issue. It will not let me do images. Not that I took any pictures today. And, I am sure not perky enough tonight to research this. Fixed it on Thursday.
And, I am not perky enough to look at the latest antics of the Orange Lord. But, some things are creeping in… In a “Black History Month” kick off – he sounded like the hasn’t a clue who Fredrick Douglass was. And, he apparently behaved badly on a phone call with the Australian PM. It is enough to make one ill. Maybe I don’t have Norovirus. Maybe I have mal de trump.
Sick as a dog. Norovirus or generic gastroenteritis. First symptoms showed up at about 2am. 5pm now. So sick that I haven’t even wanted coffee. I drank 1/2 a cup and it rushed out of both ends at the same time. So, sick that I cancelled tomorrow’s Parasailing adventure. Well, rescheduled it. The were super about it. I might be recovered by tomorrow AM. Or not. Parasailing next Wednesday.
To my medical friends: Temp 100.4, chills, muscle aches – maybe from hard yoga session on Sunday, nausea, diarrhea, and vomiting. (Frequently simultaneous). Working hard at keeping water on board. I know that is TMI.
On the plus side, I didn’t think much about politics!
I feel like We the People are the akule and The Orange Lord is the Amberjack. We really can not do anything to him. We just have to hope he doesn’t eat all of us.
Feeling very depressed about the future. Tried retail therapy. Bought my 2016 tax software. Trust me – that didn’t work for retail therapy. Somehow, I bet that I pay more taxes than The Orange Lord.
You know it is a sad day when Dead Eye Dick Cheney and I agree on something. When I fondly remember Paul Wolfowitz.
Exactly what was I thinking. That is pretty chilly.
Well, there is always hot chocolate.
Had a lovely swim today with the bait school. I shared the school with a diver who had a real camera. But, you shoot with what you have.
Also walked my 5 miles and did 60 minutes of yoga today.
Unfortunately, I also had time to reflect on the recent actions of Dear Leader.
Question: what will happen first:
My money’s on martial law. But, I also believe that the Republican party will invoke Section 4 of the 25 amendment. Sooner rather than later. That way they will be able to ram the real Republican agenda into law before the midterms. At least that is what I would do.
Note to Carlton: You would have LOVED the Australian Open. The Williams sisters played each other in the women’s final – Serena won. Then Federer and Nadal played in the men’s final. Federer won.
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