Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
This Blog started in 2001 as a Trip Log to record a summer in Alaska. Since then, it has morphed into my online diary.
At 1:20 PM today, a friend finished up 120 hours of quarantine. Being mature women, we hung an old origami butterfly and Marti Gras Beads outside her door. Set up the camera to record her escape and went around the corner to wait.
Mission accomplished.
Grateful that being old doesn’t necessarily mean being grown up!
Having a goof-off day. Also charging all my devices just in case there is a storm tonight.
Mālama pono
Last evening while I was updating the blog, the wonderful black cloud showed up. And, I didn’t turn my desk lamp off so I have a flying saucer reflected in the lower left. Whatever happens is what I planned.
Gotta tell on myself. This morning I decided to “clean” under my sink. Well, Carlton always put newspaper down in the sink cabinet – so it would be really easy to detect a link. Seems like a good idea. And, it is easier to replace the newspaper than it is to actually clean the bottom of the cabinet. Well. My newspaper was dated September 24, 2015. That is the day that I moved into The Asylum. As you can see, cleaning isn’t real high up on my Shit 2DO List. Maybe I should make a note on my calendar to clean under the sink on July 31, 2025!
Grateful for things to laugh at. Like this email for The Asylum kitchen staff. “August 3 is National Grab Some Nuts Day” And this confidence-inspiring message also arrived from the kitchen today: We accidentally made Carbonara- prepared with egg, cheese and bacon- instead of Bolognese. Those who ordered Bolognese for lunch today will be served Carbonara.
Mālama pono
Origami turtles that is. So far they look like roadkill turtles. That was what I “did” today.
Well, I also went for a “hike”. Hiking is one of the approved off-campus activities.
And, I did my laundry. We have assigned laundry days since Covid. But, on my floor, we don’t seem to pay much attention to our designated laundry day. However, it is an easy enough rule to follow.
Also, watched John Lewis’s funeral. Three former presidents spoke. They all spoke in complete sentences. Readers from outside the beltway may not understand our inside the beltway fascination with “important” funerals. It is a part of our culture. Going to see the departed in the Capital. Or lining the streets to see the hearse/caisson go past. It is what we do.
Rep Lewis’s funeral was equal parts early 1960’s style teach-in and political call to action with a sprinkling of old fashioned Sunday church.
Obama said. “We can’t treat voting as an errand to run if we have some time. We have to treat it as the most important action we can take on behalf of democracy — and like John, we have to give it all we have.”
Grateful to have shared the planet with the likes of James Lawson, CT Vivian and John Lewis.
Note to Carlton: You would have loved the funeral. And you will be happy to know that Elton John celebrated 30 years today. You would have approved. He remained anonymous. But, the cake and medallion sort of gave it away. You were always a big Elton John fan. It’s pretty sweet that a guy who could afford the best treatment, was lucky enough to actually get the best treatment.
Mālama pono
Nice sunrise. Always a good start to the day. Just another pandemic day. Not even sure what I did.
All that I turned up on my bug hunt was this fat young robin. Maybe his mama caught all the bugs for him. The early bird and the worm thing.
Susie retired today. She held down the front desk. She worked here for 28 years. Normally there would have been a gala send-off for a woman who knew everyone’s name and where we live. (even after we have forgotten our name and address). She even remembered residents who left the building 10 years ago. No mean trick when there are 400+ of us. Because of Covid, she just got a ride out the door in her chair. A chair that she rarely occupied.
And that boys and girls was today’s excitement.
Grateful for coffee. So, I believe I will wrap up this Wednesday with a nice cuppa.
Mālama pono
Get I little crazy locked in here. My world view is warped. Out of focus. And, most of you know, I am a stickler for tack sharp focus. And the horizon. So, today I got a little frazzled about being locked up for the rest of the year. I am worried about the economy. And the presidential election. And the future of The Asylum (it is a Ponzi scheme, and who in their right mind would buy-in). On the positive side. It won’t be boring.
A visit – Covid style.
Grateful for my dishwasher. Thank-you, Josephine Garis Cochran. She invented the first useful dishwasher in Shelbyville, Ill., and received patent # 355,139 on December 28, 1886. Now you know.
This is her pandemic pup. Just arrived today. Belgian Malinois and Great Pyrenees mix. Absolutely adorable. Potentially HUGE.
Mālama pono
5 or 6 people enjoying the pool across the street. Before Covid the pool would have been packed with kids. That was then – this is now. Speaking of now. Covid is well under control at The Asylum (and in our neighborhood). That could change tomorrow – all of the residents will be tested.
I had a fine day. Morning hike, watered my garden boxes, tried hard to crash my hospital database by throwing all manner of crap data at it. (A test version. Not the production version.) Did a little computer favor for a friend. Yoga. Sat outside in the hot shade. Missed my nap.
We are back in the oven.
Grateful that hurricane Douglas sort of bounced off Hawai’i.
Exciting downtown Kailua-Kona was living up to its reputation as Kailua-Coma at 0700 hours this morning.
Mālama pono
It’s hard to be really optimistic about “what’s for dinner” when you notice that one of our Dining Services “kids” is eating take out and not food from our kitchen which he gets for free.
I had no complaints with my lunch. I got overcooked salmon and a salad. With a little help from my avocado – it was turned into a pretty good salmon salad. I saved some salmon to put in the fish soup that I ordered for dinner. Last week I ordered what turned out to be “Bean-free” Black Bean Soup. That took serious help!
Big chatter on the Frequent Flyer Circuit about the Huge Surplus of First Class Nuts. Read All About It. The fact that I know about this means that I have not been 100% successful in putting my Before Covid life behind me.
Grateful for a nice boring day. Lots of worse ways to spend a day.
I did finish cataloging photos from August and September 2019.
Not a single bug today. It is wasn’t for paper bugs there would be no bugs at all.
How about some old photos? Hey its my blog. I can recycle old film-time photos if I want to.
Mālama pono
To say that it is a little boring today would be beating a dead horse. But, I am looking forward to a nice cold beer soon. I cut my beer consumption way back while I attempt to gain control of my expanding waistline. But, it is still Saturday. And, for some reason weekends are still “special”.
Went off in a different direction on my “hike” this morning. Had a nice socially distant visit with friends from the Asylum this morning. Asylum friends are the only people we are allowed to “visit” with. Then I ordered groceries, read, napped. The usual.
I didn’t plan of having friends here at The Asylum when I moved in almost 5 years ago now. I hoped to maybe have acquaintances. But I have real friends. For that, I am forever grateful.
This afternoon’s bug hunt turned up a skittish cabbage white. I hope to finish cataloging the photos from August 2019 before August 2020 rolls around. So, I think I’ll do that until it is “craft beer time”.
Mālama pono
After a well-deserved nap this afternoon, I picked up my macro-lens and went out for a bug hunt. It was still, overcast, and muggy. Usually good bug conditions. But, all I found was “my” praying mantis.
Note to Carlton: The Redskins are now The Washington Football Team. Don’t think I am going to buy a t-shirt.
Last night I put my Go-Pro on the window sill and just started recording. This is 3 frames run through LightRoom’s HDR process.
Grateful that The Asylum provides housekeeping services and my room got cleaned, my bathroom blitzed and bed linens and towels replaced. It happens every Friday.
Does this make me a great-grandma to a porcupine? It’s pretty cute.
Mālama pono
Ok world. I have spent 139 days or so waiting for something to happen, waiting for something to change, waiting to get my old life back. Actually mourning the loss of my old life. And what it get me? 10 pounds of excess weight. Period.
Time for a new plan. By the time Carlton had been dead for 139 days, I was well on my way to finding a new path. Of course, I knew that he wasn’t going to be coming back. It was sort of over and done. Now, that I think about it. It was easier. So, I’ll not beat myself around the ears with this stick.
Time for a new plan. Time to embrace the chaos that is life in 2020. And accept that it will most likely get way worse on many fronts. Medical, economic, politically. All of this will be exacerbated by my advancing age.
It is going to be one hell of a ride.
The Covid version of fuzzy dice or air freshener trees!
Grateful to have made it this far into 2020 with most of my sanity.
The power came back on yesterday after an outage of about four hours. It was a good checkup for a potential longer outage. I found my flashlight and little radio. Both fired right up. My powerbrick would have recharged my phone about 4 times. As long as the building has generators – there are plugs that will recharge electronics. Inventoried batteries good shape for radio batteries. Should lay in additional flashlight batteries. Possible chaos with the electricity: Weather-related failure, civil unrest, infrastructure hack, EMP event. The list is endless. I always believed in being prepared for a fairly substantial power outage.
Mālama pono
Big old storm came thru about 30 minutes ago. And out with the power. Doubt that it will return soon.
So, no news tonight.
Grateful that I wasn’t caught out in the weather. And glad that my devices seem to be 80% charged.
Mālama pono
Heading out on my hike early early this morning – the sun is glinting off the neighborhood’s only glass building. Once upon a time, the neighborhood had delusions of urbanization and even a Metro stop. It didn’t happen. Heck, it couldn’t even get a streetcar. Before I moved here, I had a real moral dilemma with the streetcar. It would have benefited my carless self. But would have screwed all the people who lived in modest apartment buildings along the way greatly. So, we right thinking Arlingtonians got the streetcar stopped. Which served the greater good. Just not mine.
Loved watching all these shiny red dump trucks all day. How can they be so very shiny and clean? For goodness sake, they are dump trucks.
A good new normal day for me. Did some work for my hospital. Zoom Yoga at noon. A good walk early. The afternoon was reading and a fine nap. Zoom with my Asylum friends at 5:30. And, that is really what I would have done on any given day back Before Covid. I would have gotten my walking in going to the hospital. I would have done yoga at the hospital. Since it was really hot, I may have Ubered home. Then I would have read and napped and eaten dinner with the friends that I just Zoomed with this evening.
This strange new world both Covid-19 and our frightful government are hard on my old soul. So, I am really grateful for any good new normal day that happens.
A little chill in the air this afternoon.
Mālama pono