Author: Peg

And how hot is it??? So hot that I didn’t even think about getting a new computer. My brain melted.

Spend all day hanging out around the air conditioner. The picture of the day was taken in my very own air conditioned kitchen.

May  the goddess bless Willis Carrier. He invented the modern air conditioner.

Still liking those new MacBook Airs. But, I’ll resist. I think. Maybe.

Another shot from the zoo last Sunday. I think this one is my favorite.

A couple of times a month my walk to/from work takes me past this colorful little old house. We often think of Victorian houses as mostly white with dark shutters. But, that would be wrong the result of looking at black and white photos.. The Victorian era homeowner actually loved colors. The more the merrier.

I have a case of new computer lust. A new Airness would be sweet. The Airness used to be “special” now it is the entry level MacBook. Oh well. The new one has 2 USB ports. I guess I’d give up specialness for an extra USB port.

But, there is a new iPod Touch too. So many toys. So little need.

Starting to get Google+ working.

Ordinary Scarlet Begonias. Made special because “Scarlet Begonias” came up on my Dead playlist just as I was walking past these babies.

This evening, I will figure out Google+… It would seem to be Facebook for Grownups.

Dinner: Chicken Salad with sliced tomato and mozzarella cheese. Plus a little lettuce for decoration. Mr C reports that he had cheeseburger, and onion rings, and pasta salad and ice cream for lunch. A lighter dinner is in order.

It got warmer today and “they” say that it might be 103 by the end of the week. Just like Truth or Consequences. But no lovely 101 degree mineral spring to hop into to cool off.

Yesterday while waiting on the subway – I heard two tourists complaining about “government spending” and hoping that the debt ceiling wasn’t increased. Then, they went on to discuss their grandson who was having a operation at NIH. That is why they were in DC. I assume they either came by plane (and who pays the FAA) or by car (whose highway fund) from somewhere very southern. For that matter who helps pay for the very subway they were waiting on? Save us from the politicians and their supporters.

The Zoo is home to a family group of six western lowland gorillas, two adult females, three males, and a female baby born on in January 2009. Two of the males are juveniles who were born here at the Zoo—Kojo, who was born in November 2001, and Kwame, who was born in November 1999. The third male, Baraka, is a silverback, born here in in 1992.

Today all the gorillas were outside in their yard. Sort of hanging out.

Mr C does not like zoos. He doesn’t approve of zoos. He said that the B/W gorilla image was “sad”. Most of the sad can be attributed to my processing. This gorilla – the female who is not the mother of the baby was just hanging out in the shade.

Another lovely “cool” summer day. Think I’ll go to the zoo tomorrow morning.  Maybe not the zoo. But somewhere.

Day 46 of the photo a day project. So, how is it working? Actually – pretty good. Except for when I was on my trip, I have been taking pictures everyday – and deleting all but one. My post processing skills have improved.

New Airnesses supposed to be coming out sometime next week. I am starting to think I might want a new one. Of course, one always wants a new computer. Lighter, faster, sleeker.

I have noticed that my emails, and other “typed” stuff has become somewhat “flakey”. One word is intended yet another word appears. Let us assume that is due to carelessness and not some form of dementia. I will pay attention. Spell check doesn’t help. The words are spelled right. They are just the wrong word. Maybe I need dementia-check?

Decided that I needed a new bathing suit. Was shopping around. Found this little number.

Now, paying $595 for a bathing suit would be a little much. Oh, I could rationalize it, if I really wanted to. But, a swim suit that “…we advise you do not wear it in water. Dry clean”. Nope. I’ll shop some more. And, I have 5 perfectly fine bathers. Plus one that really only works under a wetsuit. But, I only paid $2 for it.

I was late for the bus this morning – but stopped to snap off a picture of some crows walking around the hearses parked in the mortuary lot. I was lucky and caught one leaving the scene. More than a little post processing – and a photograph worthy of Edgar Allen Poe. (I made it to the bus stop – late – but the bus was later.)

Lovely unseasonable cool weather for the last 2 days.

Excessive post processing – the last refuse of a poor photographer!

Here is another one from today.

A couple of times a week, I find Mr C all sacked out having a nap. I find myself watching to be sure that he is still breathing.

Got some none too good peaches at the farm market last weekend. Think I’ll saute up the last few with some sausages. Make a salad from wedges of iceberg lettuce, with a slice of Gorgonzola. And a few toasted pecans. That should be enough supper for a couple of old people. And get rid of those inferior peaches.

My volunteer job is a little under 2 miles away. There are hundreds of ways to make that walk. One of the ways includes a stroll down an unpaved alley. For this city woman – it is a walk in the woods.

Still depressed about our dysfunctional government. Wonder if it is time to completely bail out of the stock market. Then bail out of the country.

Where are “my people”? Those of us who protested Vietnam, burned our bras, lived the “summer of love” … Those of us who didn’t trust anyone over 30???

Are there any of us left?

Why don’t we just yell “What the F is going on in Washington and in our state houses?”. We can take the country back from the “Party of No”. We could do it before the next election if we just got off our privileged butts and once again took to the streets. If we were scary when we were 25 – think how we can shake up things when we are 65.

Or I might just move to Vancouver.

This morning, on my way to work, I walked past our neighborhood mortuary. It wasn’t 8AM yet, but the Arlington National Cemetery Patriot Guard Riders were on the job protecting the mourners from the Westboro Baptist Church “protestors”. And, to honor the fallen. In this case, a Marine who was killed last month in Helmand province, Afghanistan.