I guess I just don’t care. I know I should get an appointment for a whole body skin cancer check. And, I should get an appointment for a colonoscopy. But why should I? Do I need to know about potential cancers?
Shamu the Phone keeps yelling about a “severe thunderstorm”. Shut up. I can look out the window and see the thunderstorm. Stop with the yelling.
As for skin checks and colonoscopies? What’s in it for me? I am going to die of something. No one gets out alive. This is sort of the Carlton approach to health care.
A different day. Work. Walk home. Lunch. Field trip to Wegman’s with Asylum friend. Dinner from Wegman’s in the OBC.
No jello or bug photography today.
But, I did find this super yard sign on the way home today.
This works for me!
I got some great ahi sushi at Wegman’s for dinner. Glad that I can not get to Wegman’s on my own. It is 13 miles away and doesn’t seem to be on any bus route. If I could get to Wegman’s on a regular basis – I’d have to order an entire new wardrobe. A wardrobe with elastic waists.
I like this wasp. Think it is some sort of Tiphiid Wasp. Not that it matters.
Sort of a lazy day. Went to Giant to get yogurt and beer while waiting for breakfast at the asylum.
Had breakfast. Read paper. Did laundry. Watered my 11 square feet of dirt – think it is going to be hot and dry next week. Deadheaded some of “my” rosebushes. I found another 6 rosebushes to adopt. These are in so-so health. Then I ate some of the yogurt and walked to the “Next Day Blinds Shop”. Thinking about ditching the regulation cheap-ass mini blinds for something more elegant. Who know they had so many choices.
Came back home and discovered – lox on the salad bar for dinner. Well, I promptly ordered “salad bar” to go and will soon be enjoying lots of lox with a beer or two right here in the Old Bat Cave.
Wooden blinds to match my floor? Wooden blinds to match my kitchen cabinets? Navy blue painted wooden blinds to match my “decor”? Grey faux wood blinds to match my walls? Or sort of see thru roll up shades? Or just say MINI BLINDS ARE FINE and buy a new lens. (or two)?
jello 11
Yep, in honor of Father’s Day jello is back. And, it really is dark green. Wonder what flavor it is? My mouthwash is that color. Maybe it is mouthwash flavor.
The oldest Grand posted this incredibly sweet picture with her stepfather on Facebook today.
sam and steve, Radford graduation
I am so very proud of both of them. I wish Carlton could have seen this. He used to sit by the phone every Father’s Day – waiting for the phone call that never came. It broke my heart. But this one image makes everything good.
I told you I adopted 24 of the saddest rose bushes you ever saw. They should in rose hospice… As soon as I figure out how to get it done, I’ll replace them with modern cultivars that don’t require a ton of chemicals every other week. I don’t think these roses have been fertilized or sprayed in years.
Lovely weather. I am ignoring all things political this weekend. I can only tolerate so much at my advanced age. But, if truth be known, I am not THAT much older than The Trumpkin.
No jello in the house today. But, I did sneak up on a rabbit.
Today – naps won out over laps. Had to be rested up for Happy Hour and dinner.
I won one of those DNA ancestry test kits. This is what came back for me.
51% Great Britain
23% Scandinavia
15% Southern Europe
5% Eastern Europe
3% Arabia
2% Asia Minor
And the rest – Neanderthal.
Not all that interesting. I was hoping for Mongolia. But, Vikings aren’t too shabby. I am pretty sure this is just junk science. Not to be taken seriously. Sort of like fortune telling.
Mysterious blue flower.
Note to Carlton: you aren’t missing much around here. Bond yields are approaching zero. Mohamed Ali died. Maria Sharapova got bounced from tennis for drug use. Donald Trump is the Republican candidate for president. Yes, president of the US of A. Did I mention that bond yields are approaching zero. Chuck Schwab was actually selling bonds with negative yield last week. Mass shootings continue. Britain might leave the EU. Megan from Oncology Radiation came up to the office today. Everyone remembers you kindly.
I was too busy trying to capture another interesting fly – so I totally missed that cool beetle in the background.
My old body has been feeling pretty creaky for the last couple of weeks. Yoga hasn’t helped all that much. Lots of ibuprofen hasn’t helped all that much. I hoped that a good session of lap swimming would help. But, lap swimming would interfere with my nap. Swam laps. We have a nice long indoor pool. I am not a fan of indoor pools. But, I went any how. I had an entire lane to myself. That was good. There were no sharks. That was good. The lifeguard was cute. That was good. I’ll do it again.
Another event at the asylum today – I had my “annual mental assessment”. I didn’t know there was such a thing. I had to know what day it was. I knew it was Thursday. And, either the 16th or 17th. That was close enough. Next year, I will study up before my “annual mental assessment”.
The nurse that did “annual mental assessment” is also the asylum Employee Health Nurse. So, we talked shop for a while. She offered me a “job” anytime I want it. The commute would be better. Can not complain about my commute. If I leave the Old Bat Cave at 0610, I am walking into the hospital at 0640. That involves about 4 long blocks walking and 2 buses. Coming home isn’t as slick. And, I usually try to get at least a mile walking into the commute home.
I am totally enchanted by this tiny insect. Haven’t a clue what it is. I didn’t even try to find out. I am just enjoying it. And being grateful for photography that allows me to see the critter in this detail.
While it was busy sneaking up on tiny insects… I got drafted to keep 24 of the saddest roses bushes you ever saw deadheaded. It will not be very hard. They are too neglected to bloom very much. And, I didn’t downsize my pruning shears out of existence.
Jello is back! Bright orange with mystery yellow chunks of stuff.
Last night, I glanced out the window and saw the setting sun lighting up Virginia Square Apartments – where I lived until last October.
And all too soon, it was morning… but a glorious sunrise was on tap.
About 0545 this morning.
Love these nice long days.
And, my 11 square feet of dirt seems to be pretty happy too.
Garden – Week 4
Hard to imagine that this time 2 years ago, I was taking weekly pictures of Carlton’s radiation progress. And last year, I was photographing my downsizing effort. The garden box is better.
Donald Trump. That is who I can not look at without cringing. Listening to him. Or reading what he says…impossible. Unthinkable that he could become the 45th president of our country.
Photography is about capturing light. This afternoon, I tried to capture wind. Because that is all there was today.
Not liking the way things are working out. Is it any wonder that our grown grandchildren still dress up as comic book characters? (Nevermind that Carlton was madly in lust with with Wonder Woman. Too bad he died before I discovered Wonder Woman undies in my size!)
Space.com had an article about parallel universes a couple of months ago. See: Parallel Universe Theories. This morning, I was ready to try out another universe RIGHT NOW.
My son-in-law, suggested maybe this is all a simulation. And, referred me to this year’s graduation address at MIT by Matt Damon. You can watch it yourself.
“….I’ll tell you one that’s been on my mind: Simulation Theory.
Maybe you’ve heard of it. Maybe you took a class with Max Tegmark.
Well, for the uninitiated, there’s a philosopher named Nick Bostrom at Oxford, and he’s postulated that if there’s a truly advanced form of intelligence out there in the universe, then it’s probably advanced enough to run simulations of entire worlds — maybe trillions of them — maybe even our own.
The basic idea, as I understand it, is that we could be living in a massive simulation run by a far smarter civilization, a giant computer game, and we don’t even know it.
And here’s the thing: a lot of physicists, cosmologists, won’t rule it out. I watched a discussion that was moderated by Neil deGrasse Tyson, of the Hayden Planetarium, and by and large, the panel couldn’t give a definitive answer. Tyson himself put the odds at 50-50.
I’m not sure how scientific that is, but it had numbers in it, so I was impressed.
Well, it got me to thinking: What if this—all of this—is a simulation? I mean, it’s a crazy idea, but what if it is?
And if there are multiple simulations, how come we’re in the one where Donald Trump becomes the Republican nominee?
Can we, like, transfer to a different one?
Professor Tegmark has an excellent take on all this. “My advice,” he said recently, “is to go out and do really interesting things… so the simulators don’t shut you down.”
But then again: what if it isn’t a simulation? Well, either way, my answer is the same…”
So, I went outside to took pictures of wind.
wind in color
Hope that amused the superior beings enough to keep me in the game for another few rounds.
Another long day at the office. That makes 6 days in a row. There will be less work and more play next week. (I hope).
No jello today. Well, at least by 3PM when I got home and stopped off for a late lunch – there was no sign of jello. And, it hadn’t reappeared by dinner time.
