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.
And yet, another damp, dark, gray day.
So, why do I keep on doing this blog? Sometimes I wonder. It is more ephemeral than a pen and ink journal. But, not nearly as classy. What else do I have to do at the end of my day? Or maybe it isn’t as transient as I imagine. I just checked “The Way Back Machine” and it says that pegbethany.com has been saved 21 times between July 19, 2001 and August 5, 2018.
BTW – that picture deserves a click through.
Another soul-sucking gray damp drizzly day. With hurricanes heading towards both of my homes. Grateful that I don’t actually have to worry about either one of my homes. That is what I like about being a renter.
Figure that I’ll keep my toys charged up. And be sure to have some extra batteries for my headlamp and my little radio. More than that, I think that it is The Asylum’s job to keep me watered and fed. Unlike any other high-rise I have ever lived in – this joint has the water pumps on the emergency generator. And, we have plugs in the hallways that are on the generator as well. We will be fine.
We will be fine – but I might go batshit crazy. I don’t do gray damp drizzly with any kind of grace.
As for The Original Mr Bethany. I hope he has had a good life. I owe him a lot. Leaving me was probably a hard thing for him to do. Not giving our relationship a second chance was a hard thing for me to do. All a part of growing up. Or as today’s kids call it “adulting”.
Another gray rainy day. But, I finished organizing and cleaning up my photos from 2017. Don’t worry, there are still 5,636 left. And they will be moved off of Forbin (that is my computer, my computers always have names) and onto a couple of backup drives/clouds.
These 7 are photos that I rather liked when I took them. Actually, I found 91 that I liked or that amused me. And, I will make them into a book. And that is about it from The Old Bat.
Yesterday afternoon it started raining and it will apparently rain for the foreseeable future. With the chance of some “tropical storm rain” later in the week.
Today was an inside day. Puttered around with my images from 2017. Want to be sure they are all nicely cataloged and stashed away. Maybe I can finish it up tomorrow.
News from The Asylum: one of the old ladies gave a “Still Not Dead Yet” party this afternoon. Apparently, a couple of years ago she gave a “Not Dead Yet” party – and she had so much fun that she decided to do it again. Sort of a funeral for the undead.
And, the Old Bat had a fun “senior” adventure this morning. I lost my Apple Pencil. I KNEW it HAD to be somewhere in the apartment. Which is less than 600 square feet.
Well, I found it. Stuck in my wet hair. Now, let me review my “senior” week:
Wonder what trouble I can get into tomorrow?
Strange afternoon mentally. Thoughts of death and dying. My death and dying, Will I really die one afternoon, in my chair, covered with my favorite quilt, alternately napping and listening to a favorite old Sci-Fi audiobook through my Bose headphones? Sort of my version of Carlton’s Final Exit.
Guess I am just having a “Nobody is promised tomorrow…” moment.
Thunderstorm here at this instant. And, at The Asylum, Friday is steak night in the Bistro. Maybe, I am at least promised one last Petit Filet & Bordelaise sauce – really rare, please.
Found a monarch butterfly this afternoon. Also found 94° temperature. So, I didn’t spend much time outside.
But, I found another mystery plant with cheery blue flowers in my weedlot this afternoon. It is apparently bunny proof. Has nice flowers. It is a keeper. But, wonder what it is.
Went to visit “my” cats this morning and help put their new cat tree together. I almost screwed my head into the contraption. Fortunately, we got it together. And provided much entertainment for the cats in the process.
I am not amused by the administration. I am not disappointed. I am not surprised. Horrified. I think that is what I am.
So. Listening to the tomato plants.
I played around with various possible interesting ways to get back to Kona but decided on the easiest one.
Yesterday, I was considering a two-wheeled transit option.
Two wheel transit options, Asylum style.
Speaking of the Asylum – Back in August 2014, when Carlton was still alive, before we even made the initial deposit at The Asylum, I took a day off work to go the 2015 Budget Meeting. Today I went to my 5th budget meeting. Good news is that the rent is only going up 3% next year. Bad news is that our “product” is not as attractive to new prospects as are some of the competitor Asylums. SO, management is reacting to that new challenge by spending more, WAAAAY more, on marketing. Buckle your seatbelts boys and girls, the ride might be getting interesting.
On my walk to work, I pass by 3 or 4 houses where the front yards are devoted to veggies. The squash plant that grows on the chain link fence is still making baby squash.
Every year there are fewer flags. But, that is OK… Wounds are supposed to heal. Nobody has forgotten.
I totally embrace millennial car-free transit options. Public transit, Uber, Lyft, Zip Car and Bike Shares. However, I think that Bird scooters might be a little much for my elderly self. But, you never know.
On July 7, 2004, I wrote that I would deal with my prints and negatives “later”. After 5071 days “later” arrived this afternoon. I am down to 3 old prints. I am allowing myself to keep them. They will fit nicely in the bottom of my underwear drawer. When I die some kind soul will find them and wonder, why did she save these? Because. Just because.
Before pouncing on the photo project this morning, I went and did some work in my weedlot. The damn bunnies wiped out two more plants. Just gnawed them right down to the ground. Not happy with bunnies.
This is a rather boring – but apparently bunny proof plant. It looks a lot more interesting in this photo than it does in person. I shall endeavor identify it. If it is a weed, it will be leaving. If it is not a weed – well, the fact that it is bunny proof is a vote in its favor.
Went to an indoor Labor Day barbeque/picnic at noon today. The company, beer, and mac and cheese were good.
It is my mess and it is my job to clean it up before I die. But damn, the dumpster is looking pretty good. I am not Margaret Bourke-White. No one wants these. Not even me (very much). But, I made this mess and it is my job to clean it up.
This was the summer we were in Yosemite. I can see a WinBook Laptop, a Zip Drive, a pretty good Canon printer, a LogiTech scanner and some sort of CD “burner”. And somewhere there must have been some sort of a modem. Oh, and the mouse. Feel sure it was a Microsoft mouse.
I have put this one up several times before. Next stop will be the dumpster.
This fine plant is one that I got at a local “native plant” sale this spring and I planted it in my weedlot. Apparently, it is a fall bloomer the woman who sold it to me said: “you only need one, it spreads like mad”. Bring on the madness.
Found this picture when I was processing the binders. In 1994, I took Carlton to the HC&S Plantation where I worked in the 60’s. I belonged to the International Longshore and Warehouse Union – Local 142.
Today, I watched Senator McCain’s funeral service at the National Cathedral for 2 hours. Then I spent another 2 hours trying to help a friend get a visa to Uzbekistan.
This “Beta Test” warning appeared on the website. So, l shouldn’t have been surprised that it didn’t work.
But, after two hours of trying every possible thing, there were too pretty annoyed little old ladies in the house.
And how is it that John McCain is more popular among Democrats than Republicans? We live in interesting times.
Today I was kitty daycare. I survived and when I last saw them, the cats were still alive – so, I would consider kitty daycare a success.
Then I sprung into action as tech support. How do you get a visa online to Uzbekistan? Very Carefully, my friend. Very Carefully. Heck, I didn’t even Google Uzbekistan without firing up my VPN, the TOR browser etc… My friend is having trouble. I think her visa photo is the wrong size. I putzed around with the photo. We’ll see tomorrow if it works. Using her computer. Who knew that old women have so much fun!