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.
Took the little FX01 up on the roof again today.
Mr C also made it up. That’s him in the white hat. On the side of the pool nearest the men’s potty. I sure hope they put lots of chorine in that water. Between Mr C and the small kids, it is bound to get a little toxic.
Not the best of days. According to Google – it is 101 degrees. And, I thought Mr C might be getting better but he just made two mad dashes – once to each bathroom. The apartment must be a petrie dish for fecal bacteria and viruses. And, I am not having any real luck forcing liquids down his gullet.
However, I am still fine. Of course, every little stomach rumble makes me ask “is this it?”. I know, that is selfish . But, I am supposed to be out west in 10 days. I want to be well. I must be well.
So, let us be grateful for what we do have:
Who needs tonal range?
Mr C may or may not be better today. He is not any worse. And, he is getting crabbier. He ordered something “very bland” of lunch. What could be blander than white rice? So, I gave him a bowl of rice. Then he said – don’t we have any marinara sauce? So, I whip up some marinara sauce. He eats two spoons of marinara sauce. We’ll see what he wants for dinner.
As for me – I am still well. But, I did break an emergency chocolate out of the fridge.
Only in the wonderful world of Mr C. Today, he called up Georgetown University Medical School and wanted to know why he wasn’t accepted. Answer. He was. But the professor who signs the very nice form letters was on vacation.
I hate talking on the phone. So why do I find myself wanting an iPhone????
Found these cacti on my way home from the volunteer job today. That was about it photo- wise today.
Mr C seems to be a little better today. He is sitting up and running the remote control. His symptoms seem to have moved into his GI track. I am still healthy. I am not moving back into the bedroom.
Mr C is a bit miffed that I or rather my cadaver has been accepted by Georgetown Medical School. But, he hasn’t heard back from them yet. Maybe he will have to apply to one of his backup choices.
Nice early summer day up on the roof.
Not so fine down here. Mr C. has some sort of virus thing. I am sure it is nothing serious. He has fever, chills, body aches. Your classic flu symptoms. For selfish reasons, I hope it doesn’t last too long, and that it has a short incubation period because – if I am going to get it – I want it over before my trip to New Mexico. I have decamped to the little bed in his office.
Well, now that I look at it more carefully – this one needs some more work. I went to the Capital this afternoon for an annual Hawaiian event. A little singing, dancing, slack key – and since it was at the Capital – more than a little speech making.
Oh yeah, I took 200 pictures. I am down to 100 – but honest – before the day is finished – I’ll get it down to 20. Just because a have terabytes of storage doesn’t mean I have to use it all.
I think this one is a little better.
Yesterday I re-discovered my little old FX-01 camera. I took it to the farm market this morning. I’ll use it for the next few days. Might even take it with me out west. Travel light.
As you get older, you notice more and more stuff that you are supposed to need. How about a walk-in bath boys and girls? Think about this thing.
You take of all your clothes.
You open the gate to your bath tub.
You walk in.
You sit your sorry old ass down.
You close the door.
You stay on the bench whilst the water comes in.
You do the bath thing.
You stay in the tub whilst the cold and dirty water goes out.
You open the gate.
You egress the tub.
Doesn’t that sound like a lot of fun? Hanging out in the tub, while the water runs in and out. Also, if I am so feeble as to require this contraption – are we so sure that I wouldn’t just open the gate and get out and not wait on the water to run out?
Not too pleased with today’s result. A rather ordinary weed.
RIP James Arness. You might remember him as Marshall Dillon. But, I remember him as the giant carrot in the original “The Thing”
Did a little de-junking today. We have lived in this apartment for a little over a year. Stuff just sort of piles up in drawers, closets and cabinets. Not to mention clothes.
New Project – work on Black and White Photography. One day at a time. The object is to take pictures. And make them into B/W pictures. And, to only save one image per day. Of course I’ll break the “only save one”. The question is – how long can I keep up taking a new picture that converts to B/W nicely.
It was yesterday’s vision that converted so nicely that set me on this Project.
Gee, maybe I can figure out how to put these on Facebook too. Annoy my “Friends”.
BTW – “Lost” heaps of money in the market today. Is tomorrow a “buying opportunity” or a time to head for the bunker.
It is really hot hear today. Just getting me ready for my trip to New Mexico late next month.
Waiting on She Who Must Not Be Named and Ms Bachmann to get into a huge cat fight. Hair pulling, scratching, biting.
I have a free book coupon from Shutterfly. But it expires tomorrow. So, today was spent making the 2004 photo year book. These little printed photo year books are a project. Usually I just put about 30 of my best photographs of the year in the book in no special order. But, there were very few good photos from 2004. In 2004 we were consumed with downsizing, selling our house, finding a place to live, and finally moving.
So, the 2004 book is mostly about downsizing, selling and moving. When I am a really old woman in a wheel chair – I will look at the books and wonder…