Today, I went to the little farm market a couple of miles away. Got tomatoes and peaches. They will be next week’s lunches. I took the bus, so, I had to take a little fitness walk as well. And, I tweaked the spreadsheet that I a working on a bit. Then I emailed it off for “review and approval”. Then, I’ll clean it up and start thinking about getting a job description so they can replace me.
Today’s travel photos are wall art from Strasbourg.
Wall Art – Strasbourg This is actually a sign. But the woman is damn scary.
And some vintage advertising.
creme eclipse cirage a la cire – Not Cookies. But bees wax polish from very early 20th century or late 19th century.
Spent the day working. And a little goodtime reviewing my photos from the last day on the Barge. We ended up in Dijon. Where we started. And the day started with outstanding “French” toast.
Everyone, even the 90+ folk, get off for one last walk or bike excursion.The last lunch: I may never eat another meal with a cheese course again. While we eat lunch, the Captain washes windows. Bet the Captain of Queen Mary 2 doesn’t do windows.After lunch, time for one last winery.The entire crew. We had one extra. A trainee. Normally have 6. Champagne of course.Captain and all 9 passengers. We are eating snails and drinking more champagne.Chef Pascal shows off his Beef Wellington. Must be time to eat and drink again.This wonderful couple was from Dijon. They spoke no English but always “included” me in any conversation. They have been married 64 years. They provided the after-dinner champagne.
This was our last day on the barge and this was the last lock before we docked back in Dijon. Most of us had spent the morning walking or biking. I realized that I had not made any videos of our barge getting into a lock. So, here it is at double time.
As for today in real life. Some of the government covid vaccine reporting requirements have changed. So, I spent the day doing major modifications to a huge spreadsheet. I sort of have two weeks to get the job done. I will try to get it completed by noon Monday. Just because some things only require so much attention. Government reports are one of those things.
My job at the hospital is to get rid of my job at the hospital. Well, actually, it is to figure out what I actually do and turn that into a job description. This is a lot harder than modifying the monster spreadsheet. But, I am 78+ years old. Time to pass the torch.
June 8. On the Burgundy Canal. The video is the actual speed of the barge. It was easy for 7 people, mostly old, to outwalk it. Our two oldest passengers stayed onboard. They were over 90.
The 80+ couples head out on bikes. The Captain makes sure that we know where to be so we will not be late for lunch. We have already annoyed the chef once by being late for lunch. I suspect that in the grand scheme of things the chef out ranks the captain.The Parisians and I head off on foot.And it rains. And everyone has better gear than I have. Where is that barge? Next time I do a barge trip I am going to take a tracking device and leave it on the barge. It’s bound to come along eventually.All in good time our faithful barge shows up at the appointed lock.In order to get under the bridges on this canal, our barge has to completely flatten the top deck. I am standing on the bridge just in front of the lock.Into the lock she goes.As soon as she clears the bridge, the captain put her pilot house up. It gets lowered into the kitchen when going under bridges and she has to rely on cameras to see where she is going.Our trusty deck hand operates the lock.Back on board on time. And the chef has been grilling. Fortunately, we are not late for lunch! Or we might be grilled.And we settle in for an afternoon of chilling. Day’s End.
A perfect, if a little damp, day on the Burgundy Canal.
Lazy sort of a day today. It’s hot. But, it is summer. Thinking about a little train trip to somewhere cooler or beachy. Most likely will not do anything. But, I can think about it.
Still have lots of photos from the trip to process. Thought I would show you how skillful a barge captain has to be.
Going through a lock.
left side – don’t think barges have port and starboard sides.right side – there weren’t 3 inches to spare on either side.
If the lock had a tender the Captain always gave the tender a beverage and maybe a pastry after she got our barge safely nestled in the lock. One day we went through 16 locks but most days it was about 7 or 8.
Well, I ended up taking a few photos. Pixel 6 Pro.
Actually, I took more than a few. I took over 200. And got a couple good enough to keep. I didn’t try very hard. Just braced the phone on the balcony ledge and tapped away on the “shutter”. While drinking and talking and watching. Lots of deleting.
Recorded a little anniversary greeting message for one of my neighbors this afternoon and I failed to get them to turn off the A/C. Really didn’t want to have to ask them to redo or. Or worse, have them send it to friends with the A/C in the background.
Then I remembered. The newest feature in Final Cut Pro – one that I thought I would never use “Voice Isolation”. Well, it worked great. It would have been better to turn the A/C, but FCP cleaned up the audio track in a wink.
The last picture of Carlton and Peg together. July 4, 2014. An accidental selfie.
I know, I know, you all have seen this picture before. But, to me it is special. And this is my blog. This is when Carlton issued his “after I am gone orders”:
Take care of my sword, toy steam engine and chrome nut and bolt. You can pitch everything else.
When the lease is up move to Goodwin House.
Don’t buy anything with wheels. Skateboard, bicycle, motorcycle, car, airplane, and if he had known about them he would have added electric scooter.
And, except for breaking the lease to move into The Asylum early, I have followed his orders. The best one was giving me permission to without guilt get rid of all of his stuff.
Going to a friend’s apartment to watch the fireworks tonight. Don’t need to take pictures. I have taken all the firework photos that I need to take. Let’s look at the photos from 2014.
July 4, 2014July 4, 2014July 4, 2014
It’s hard to be a citizen of the USA at this point in time. Where did my generation go wrong?
The only butterflies around were a couple of cabbage whites and this skipper. You photograph what shows up.
Tried very hard to not obsess about my email issues today. Looking at things carefully, I think this problem started in mid-April if not sooner. And, I suspect it is as much caused by Gmail security as anything else.
Warning: Old woman complaining. My legs have caused considerable “trouble” since 2017 or so. They have been pretty good for the last couple of years but really started acting up on the trip. I have been taking the Carlton approach: It’s the legs problem and I just carried on. I don’t know. Operating on the cheery assumption that the legs will get better. They actually seem to be worse if I let them rest.
Observation: Trip to the grocery this morning resulted in serious sticker shock. Doing my quarterly financial review yesterday was a serious wake-up call as well.
My French fails me. I would guess The 3 bears. But, I don’t think that’s what it is. Dijon.
I had to put myself outside this afternoon in the heat and humidity. I was entirely too wrapped up in sorting out email addresses, logins, and passwords. Hence photos of bees and chipmunks.
The good news. No great news. I downloaded my entire blog structure. The first ten years of “roll your own HTLM” and the last 11+ years of WordPress. So, I can bail out of A Small Orange hosting if I need to. And, I will download the entire site once a week. Right before I unleash my TimeMachine backup.
That’s about it for now. The old eyes can only look at screens but so long. Fortunately, the Kindle seems to annoy other parts of my eyes. So, I can read some. And there are always audiobooks. Old age basically sucks. But, for now, it beats the alternative.
For the last few years, I didn’t obsess over Le Tour. I think this year I may. Men in spandex with a death wish. What’s not to love? Years ago I went to Paris for the finish. Don’t think I could do it now, but that was 17 years ago. 24 July 2005 – Paris.
Had to look at the nice picture to eliminate the lingering unpleasantness of the day.
And what is unpleasant? Well, the food at the asylum.
But what is really unpleasant is my email service. Crapped out again. I decided that twice in one week is too much. I have begun the task of moving maybe 100 email addresses to Gmail. 1Password is a help if an email address was the login. And my old emails also help. Any that I don’t find are most likely not that important. But, it is a huge pain in the tush.
The same service that has messed up my emails hosts the blog and I can not get to the “Control Panel” to download a copy of the blog. I must say that I have been very remiss in downloading it and if it goes down all is lost. Needless to say, I am considering moving to a new hosting service. But, I have to have something to actually move.
Maybe the worst daily menu selection in the history of the asylum.
On this menu you will find barley, quinoa, bulgur, rice masquerading as dessert and buttery parsnips. You will not find anything from the meat department. Surely they can do better than this.
Street scene from Dijon.More from Dijon
Lazy day today. The Supreme Court continues to destroy the country. Today they made it impossible for the Feds to do much of anything about air quality and climate change. We are no longer the UNITED States. We are THE States. Now, let us see how well that works. As I recall we tried that in 1777. We are doomed. And let us eat buttery parsnips.
I could see the smoke around 5:30am from my bed. It was a house fire. Nobody was hurt. But, it didn’t help the house any.
More than just a beer.
This was last night’s beer. The beer was fine but the can was outstanding. If you don’t live in the DC area you don’t know about the Surrender Dorothy CSX bridge graffiti. The Mormon Temple is visible as is the bridge from the Capital Beltway. (Which I drove around every day en route to work for decades.)
Just go read about Surrender Dorothy and also Surrender Donald in Wikipedia, they tell the story better than I will.
(Not sure, but I suspect the blog has been moved to new servers.)