Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
It’s a nice day today, and it’s a good day to get some exercise. The plan was to walk about 4 miles. The turnaround point was a dear little thrift shop run by St John’s Episcopal Church.
Now, we all know that I don’t need anything. But still… I had to go in.
These were hard to pass up. But if I intended to wear them, I would need to borrow a Zimmer frame.
Unfortunately, I will be getting a lot of use out of that shirt.
Things are not looking good in the USofA this evening. The mayor of Newark was arrested for protesting outside an “immigration prison” in his city. They are talking about suspending habeas corpus. The proposed surgeon general isn’t a licensed physician. The president fired the Librarian of Congress. Other than that, everything is just ducky.
Today’s only adventure was getting my blood drawn prior to my 6-month check-in with the doctor. That much activity sans coffee or breakfast left me sorta depleted for the day.
So, what to do but take a 2-hour morning nap after breakfast.
When I woke up, a new pope had been elected. Time passed, and he turned out to be from Chicago. More time passed, and it seemed the MAGA did not approve of Pope Leo. Pope Leo XIV must be a good man.
Picked up a new iPad in Santa Barbara back in late February, trading in the old one. Paid extra for cellular because, well, Google Fi is great and I like being connected everywhere (okay, I’m spoiled!).
Big mistake: I didn’t check the details. The iPad uses eSIM, and Google Fi didn’t have data eSIMs then. Basically wasted $150.
This morning, breakfast was deserted. While doom-scrolling, I saw a Google ad. Normally skip, but boredom won. Turns out, Google Fi launched data eSIMs late last month!
Five minutes after returning to the Old Bat Cave, the eSim was “installed” and the iPad connected to Google Fi. It will connect almost anywhere in the world. So, I didn’t “waste” $150. And yes, I know, I can always use my phone as a hotspot. But remember, I am spoiled.
Such is my exciting Little Old Lady Life.
This morning, I got an email “offer” for concert tickets from my credit card company. They had 22 “offers” and I had only heard of one of the groups. Alice Cooper. Rock On, Cooper. Rock On. Pretty sure he is over 75.
On the topic of getting older, the Asylum CEO visits every month to talk directly with residents. It’s a chance to ask questions and voice concerns, though his responses can sometimes be a masterclass in corporate speak. Today, a resident brought up a very practical, and for her, quite significant issue: the lack of storage in our Assisted Living or Skilled Nursing sections. She currently has lots of storage space – four huge closets and a separate storage unit. She wants storage units for Assisted Living and Nursing residents in case she has to move to a higher care level. It’s a stark reminder that, ultimately, none of us is taking a moving van to the great beyond!
Grateful that I took döstädning to heart some years ago. I am not 100% there yet. But, I am close.
Moving into skilled nursing, your stuff should be the least of your problems.
Did you know that in June 2023, Modelo Especial overtook Bud Light to become America’s best-selling beer brand? Wonder how tariffs will impact sales.
At this instant, Cinco de Mayo is being celebrated downstairs. I hate those things. Maybe I will go get a free beer. No beer to be had. But truly outstanding street corn. And a fine Mariachi band.
1355Days, 20Hours and 46Minutes.
Once upon a time, “Jedi Knight” was the 10th most popular religion in Great Britain. And it would be a far, far better religion than “Christian Nationalism”.
Today is another rest day. Enjoyed doing nothing much at all. Laundry. Bookkeeping. Paper folding. Photo culling and cataloging. That’s about it.
So that’s 4 growing leaves and doing summer things and six who are still blooming.
Today’s little old lady project was getting my origami notes, diagrams, and examples into an old-school 3-ring binder. (I purchased it at Goodwill for 99 cents the other day.) I keep “most” of my origami stuff in Evernote, but as I get older, a 3-ring binder might be better. This all started when a friend ordered additional/replacement bats for Halloween decorations. And I had to remember how to make bats.
Now, isn’t that interesting? I used this image for my October 27, 2022, blog entry. And, I see that I strung the bats on fishing line. Hope I can find some. I would be easy in Hawai’i. Just walk around the pier.
Mostly, today was a rest day. Nothing too hard. Plus an afternoon nap.
This is not my greatest video. With work, it could be better. But, you know, perfection is the enemy of progress. So, it’s a wrap.
Girls and Boys. It’s going to take more than little old ladies in Brooks running shoes and compression sox to get the country back. I know that. But, this is all that I can do. I can not turn the calendar back to November 5, 2024 and get us an election do-over.
It was physically demanding on this old woman. My cardio load today was 75. For comparison, my average daily cardio load was 20 in April and 11 in January.
Pissed as hell that I have to do this. But grateful that I can.
It was marvelous. Took pictures and video. Not get good video because I decided to help carry a huge banner, and speeches were in Spanish. I’ll make a little video soon. Maybe tomorrow.
This wasn’t my first march, and it wasn’t the banner’s either. The oldest dates I saw on the banner were from 2011. Hell, what did we have to protest then? Obama was President, Carlton was alive, I was only 67, all was right with the world.
All will be right with the world again. It just won’t have me in it.
Mildly interesting little old lady day. The Asylum planned to “test” the fire alarms again this morning. With 500 deaf old farts in residence, you better believe that the alarms are loud. And, we have flashing lights too. In our apartments. I could sit around and complain or leave.
I left. I packed up all the stuff in my donation box and hauled it off to donate. That might finish up the 2025 döstädning. Death cleaning isn’t a one-and-done operation. Stuff keeps accumulating in the Old Bat Cave.
Grateful that I have a small apartment. With only one closet. I know if I had more space to put stuff, I would have more stuff.
And I did get rid of two pairs of perfectly fine shoes. (Now I have room for two new pairs of shoes!) But, how many pairs of shoes does an old woman need?
And then there are all the origami papers and books.
Speaking of books. It was a relief to stop reading the book I wasn’t enjoying. Where is it written that I must read every book to the end?
Hope to make it downtown tomorrow to express my displeasure with 47 and Company.
Nice laidback oldlady kinda day. Got 8,000 steps. Enough cardio. Folded some paper. Watered my garden box. Had a nice piña colada. Got the 2024 photos all culled, cataloged, and off the Mac and onto an external drive.
Gave up on reading Gregory Maguire’s After Alice. The book had been hanging out in my library for over six years. Made it more than ½ way through. But, it’s not worth the effort to finish.
That’s the good. Head in the sand again. When I peeked at the news, 47 is still prez, and Bezos caved again. Damn it will be hard to give up Amazon. Not a problem giving up Tesla. But Amazon? That would be serious. It might come to that. But, what about Alexa and Kindle? Just keep using them and not replace them, I guess. Oh, and there is Audible and Zappos, too.
