Saturday

Adorable Fat Hens from Oxleaze Farm England – May 2022

Nothing much happening. Figures there are things that I can be doing. But, nothing has to be done at this instant. So, I am enjoying a “rest” day.

Of course this brings to mind Lincoln’s famous telegram to General McCellan.  

I have just read your dispatch about sore tongued and fatiegued [sic] horses. Will you pardon me for asking what the horses of your army have done since the battle of Antietem that fatigue anything? Jun 28, 2013

Nevertheless, I am having a rest day.

The Garden Box needs a do-over.

My garden box deserves a makeover. There is a huge rosemary plant. I must figure out how to cut it way back. The rosemary belonged to a former resident. I’d like to keep it. And there is a sage plant growing between the slats. It came with the box. I would like to keep it too. The rest can become compost. 

While on a “garden” tour of England a couple of years ago I discovered a strangely interesting perennial. 

Jerusalem Sage – Phlomis fruticosa

I wouldn’t normally consider planting something I saw in a pampered English garden.  But I discovered it again in a hot city park in Paris. Conditions in a Paris city park are more like conditions in my garden. This thing and the rosemary plant can duke it out for supremacy in Box #4.

Friday

Going home COVID test – March 2022.

Still reviewing photos from 2022. Mostly I am reliving the trips that I took in 2022. And thinking about the trips I might take in 2024.

It’s tempting to have a “do-over” trip. But, there are still new places to go and adventures to be had.  North Pole?

Day 6 of NO online shopping, doom scrolling, social media, YouTube, or games until after dinner. 

Thursday

The second orchid made it off the “Bloom or Be Compost” list today.

This is my biggest orchid. I think it is a bigger variety. Everything about it is bigger. Glad that it took my Bloom or Compost threat to heart and produced a large flower stalk this winter. At this instant, 5 out of 6 orchids are blooming. 

Day 5 of NO online shopping, doom scrolling, social media, YouTube, or games until after dinner. I had a little slip off into doom-scrolling this morning but I think I got myself back on the path.

I did get my tax stuff off to the tax boy for final processing. And I cut my hair. Also folded an origami model for the provider of outstanding occasional cookies. And I made it 1/6 of the way through the photos from 2022.  Made it out for a brisk walk and may even watch a meeting that I didn’t go to on YouTube. Watching that meeting will not count as a slip. It will be penitence for this morning’s doom scroll. 

Mar 8, 2022. I must have been having a good hair day!

Wednesday

Many Smokes Arlington

On a clear, cold, dry morning I can see at least 10 buildings puffing what I hope is steam into the air. It was great to see the sun this morning. It has swung far enough north to come into The Old Bat’s Cave for a bit every morning. 

Even the orchids enjoy the sun.

This one was on notice. Bloom or Become Compost. This morning it got another year.

Four orchids are blooming at this instant. One is a day or two away and the other has maybe a month until it blooms. 

Today’s notable event was taking a load of stuff to Goodwill and buying a stack of kid books for our “Little Library”.  A $1 bus ride got that all done in 90 minutes. Plus I got my daily steps and aerobics in. 

Gratitude

Grateful for buses. And most grateful that I am still fit enough to ride.


Day 4 of NO online shopping, doom scrolling, social media, YouTube, or games until after dinner. So far it’s working for me.  

To Make Old Age Comfortable

William Enston Home Charleston, SC

When I was staggering back to the GoodShip Vision of the Seas in Charleston I  discovered this sign. Of course, it intrigued me. Since at that instant,  I was old and not very comfortable.

William Enston Home Charleston, SC

Another sign. Is this an ancient old folks’ asylum? I take these photos to remind me to do some research when I have time and WiFi.

There were a lot of these very charming red brick buildings. But, they don’t look extremely “old age” friendly to me.

It’s Day 3 of NO online shopping, doom scrolling, social media, YouTube, or games until after dinner. So there is time to research the William Enston Home. 

The US Park Service has a nice little article about The Home. It is now Section 8 housing.  For many years it was a benevolent home for the city’s aged and infirm residents which would “make old age comfortable.”

Mr Enston’s will stipulated that potential residents be old and sick, from 45 to 75 years old, of “good honest character,” and not suffering from “lunacy.” That would leave me out on numerous accounts. 

I wish I had taken better pictures. But, I had walked over 6 miles and I was still a couple of miles from the boat and I just wanted to be back on the boat. 

Monday

Sock Drawer. CHECK.

Day 2 of NO online shopping, doom scrolling, social media, YouTube, or games until after dinner. And before breakfast, I had done serious decluttering in my sox drawer and undies drawer. I bagged up some “stuff” to take to Goodwill while I waited for lunch soup to heat. I am still amazed at how much time I was frittering away. And, I don’t have that much time left to fritter.

And now for a little Asylum humor.

Death has been canceled until we get a bigger “Table of the Dead”. 10 people have “transitioned” as management calls it. “Died” as the residents call it.

Actually, management likes us better dead than alive. We don’t complain anymore and they get to “resell” our apartment. This place is a ponzi scheme.

What else did I do? Some correspondence, messed with photos from 2022, did a little yoga, went for a walk. Folded some paper. Read. Napped. Nothing very substantial.

Looking Back at Norway

And the best avocado toast on the planet is at the Opus XVI Hotel in Bergen.

I may have to return to Norway just for the avocado toast.

I have 6,000+ photos from 2022. I am taking one last lap through them before moving them off the computer onto the Photo Storage External Drive.  Usually, I delete a bunch before making the transfer. 

But, I am having a very hard time deleting any of my Norway images. 
The Twilight Zone

I understand that nobody except me cares about my photos. Long ago I got rid of my prints and negatives. But, I  continue to be a hoarder of digital images.  After I die or forget how to turn on a computer, just trash them. I am not Ansel Adams or Henri Cartier-Bresson. Not even close.


Surprise! If I don’t use my computer, iPad, or phone for online shopping, doom scrolling, social media, YouTube, or games, I have a whole lot more time in my day. Can you imagine that? Who knew how much time I was frittering away? Today I watered the orchids, finished getting the tax stuff ready to go to the tax guy, did laundry, went for a walk, took a nap, cleaned a bunch of junk off of my computer, and started processing the 2022 photos. Read the weekend WSJ. Also found time for a leisurely breakfast with friends. My inbox is empty. Let us see if I can keep this up. 30 days. One day at a time. 

Orchids

Late 2020 Covid Year Orchid – Gift from The Asylum
Spring 2019 Orchid. Gift from Carol
Foundling Orchid # 1 – Summer 2023 First bloom.

The orchids make me happy. They require some attention. But not too much. The other foundling orchid has buds. I wonder what it will look like. And I have two more getting ready to bloom. They were a gift in 2022. They were on notice. Bloom this year or you become compost. 

Gratitude

Grateful that my income taxes are such a big hassle. That means I have enough money to support myself in the style to which I am accustomed. Always remember what Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr wrote in 1904: “I like to pay taxes. With them I buy civilization.” However, I am not sure I am getting my money’s worth these days


New Rule for The Old Bat: No using screens for non-productive tasks until after dinner. This includes online shopping, doom scrolling, social media, and YouTube.

Cruise Days 7 and 8 and Home

Returned home to find one of the orphan orchids bloomed.

Got back into the Old Bat’s Cave well before noon. Getting off the boat, grabbing luggage, going through passport control and customs was quicker than simply getting off the plane if flying Economy.  

Would I do another cruise? At this time of my life. Yes. 


Cruise – Day 8


Cruise Day 8 – At 4:45 PM on the last day the weather is still sunny and a little warm.
Cruise Day 8 – In case you were wondering.
Cruise Day 8 – So, you end up with 4 cartons of ciggies. But you can only bring one carton back into the US. And we dock tomorrow. A whole lot of smoking tonight!
Cruise Day 8 – How will I get along without my daily dose of towel art? This was the last one and I think my favorite. 
Cruise Day 8 – Hapag-Lloyd Container Ship

Cruise Day 7 


Cruise Day 7 – Salute to Veterans and Valentine’s Day.
Cruise Day 7 – The obligatory “cruise” photo.

Time to plan my next escape from The Asylum. 

Cruise Day 6

Sunrise over Bimini

Nice start but there was too much wind and chop to dock. So we hung around offshore for a while and docked a couple hours late. By then it was cloudy with sprinkles. You take the weather you get. 

I head off the boat with no plans or expectations. 

Early in my walk, a seaplane lands.
Later I find the plane parked. It soon leaves. Guessing it’s a commercial operation. Miami is only 50 miles away.
Bimini Rush hour
That’s the boat.
Exciting downtown Bailey’s, Bimini, Bahamas.

Time to head back to the ship. I don’t have a lot of stamina these days.  And they don’t have Uber on Bimini.

The good ship waits at the end of a very long pier.

This is it from me until I hit the old bat’s cave. Ship will start hauling ass north around 7PM tonight.  

Cruise Day 5

Day 5 coming into Grand Bahama

It’s not noon yet. But there’s some cell signal. It is 77 degrees and windy. 

I can read on the port side and look at the trinket vendors
I can read on the starboard side and watch container ships.
Or I can read inside and look at really hideous art. Which is for sale.

I picked watching the contain ships

Cruise Day 4

The Elephant In The Room.
From Day 3 Ft Sumter. Where the First American Civil War Began.
Florida. I thought I would be able to get to this beach. But it didn’t happen.
Port Canaveral turned out to be a huge cruise ship dock and we were parked in  a pedestrian hostile area

Spent the morning lounging around in and out of the pool. Japanese is scheduled for dinner this evening. The adventure is halfway over and I doubt that there will be sufficient cell service to do anything until Friday and the asylum. 

Kennedy Space Center