life in the old lane

OK. Back to “real” life.

Deeply grateful that I can still get around.
Albeit slowly.

This is life’s bonus round.

I have exceeded the average life expectancy for white women in the United States. And nobody is promised tomorrow.

The Tale of Two Airports.

And about 200 miles later…

I used to love flying home and looking down at DC and the Mall.

Now I look down with despair.

Twenty-Five years ago: 10 May 2001.

Goodbye, Pittsburgh.

Pittsburgh was great.

While waiting at the airport, I decided to go for a long walk.

Airports are excellent places for long walks.

My reward was discovering Fraley’s Robot Repair — a marvelous public art installation in the United concourse.

According to creator Toby Atticus Fraley, it is:

A shop stuck in a time warp — a scene from an alternate reality. Simultaneously in the 1950s and the future. The shop’s owners seem to have gone on some sort of extended vacation, leaving projects half finished and customers waiting.

Whatever happens is what I planned.

Okay. One more day in Pittsburg. That means one more “activity”. Because I am a one and done old person. I can no longer pack a day full of activities. ONE.

I decide to take the bus to The Phipps Conservatory. And return to the hotel by bus. The bus part provides additional exercise, sightseeing, and mental challenge. Not to mention, it is much cheaper than Uber.

But I have not come to look at dinosaurs. Maybe on my next trip to Pittsburgh? 

. And it seems to be graduation day at the university of Pittsburgh. So there are lots of people running around with caps and gowns all sort of looking like extras in a Harry Potter movie.

The conservatory was having a huge plant and craft sale. But since I am traveling by plane, I was not tempted to buy anything.

I was however, tempted, by the Greek Orthodox Church that I passed while looking for the bus stop. They were serving lunch and I was hungry. I was not hungry when i left  

It has been a fun little trip.

I came to Pittsburgh to go to the Heinz Museum. So, off I went.

Great museum.

I got tired. Before the museum had been completely explored. Sorta comes my age group.

Thus fueled I returned to the hotel. I may go back to the museum tomorrow.

What ever happens will be what I planned.

Made it up and out and to DCA through TSA And to Pittsburgh.

Ubered to the hotel which wasn’t ready for me.
But Bill’s Bar and Burgers was ready to serve me.

After this dainty repast, I head back to the hotel and came in a different door. Into a different universe.

Who knew? I sure didn’t. All I knew was that they had a free breakfast.

Tomorrow — off to the ketchup museum.

 

 

I had been dreading the hygienist with TN acting up.
But it went fine.
Next stop: Pittsburgh.

Peeked in on the Jeff Bezos Big Ball last night.
Have those people never heard of Marie Antoinette?
Pro tip: it didn’t end well.

I have found a use for The Bezos Post.
I no longer subscribe. I no longer read it.
This copy was retrieved from the recycle bin and reassigned to compost duty.

Twenty-five years ago: 5 May 2001.

Not an auspicious start.

My watch informs me that I require more aerobic activity this week.

Does it not know that I am an antique old woman?
Yes. It knows.
It simply does not care.

Still planning to go to Pittsburgh on Wednesday.
The forecast is not particularly encouraging.
But you take the weather you get.

I will be grateful to be out of The Asylum.

Where…

Where…
Grape Jelly Planet Based Meatball was featured last night.

The meatball did not receive stellar reviews.
Think about it.
Grape Jelly Planet?
In what universe?
I had grilled cheese.

Ending on a better note:

Note the tiny winged insect.
Whatever happens is what I planned.

Twenty-five years ago: 4 May 2001.

Sunday.
Orchids.
Laundry.
Boring day.

All good.

At my age and in the current environment, boring is good.
Very good.

And then…

I haven’t had a real book in years.

Twenty-five years ago – 3 May 2001

Good thing today:
Finally got through the ID.me process.

It took two weeks.
And culminated in a two-hour wait to get online with my “ID.me Reviewer.”

Dear Reader: If you need ID.me for something important — start early.

Do not give up.

It is possible.

You just have to outlast the bastards.

Bad thing today:
The trigeminal neuralgia continues.

I am working very hard at continuing to live my life.
But it is difficult when, at any instant, an electrical shock might rage through the left side of your face.

For no damn reason at all.

I have an electrical short circuit. Somewhere.

I once had a car like that.
A little red Fiat.

While waiting for my online document review this morning, I culled and cataloged photos.

Twenty-five years ago: 2 May 2001.

Not my best Friday ever.

I WOULD wish TN on my worst enemy.
And you know who that would be.

Twenty-Five years ago: 1 May 2001.

 

Woke up this morning feeling depressed about the state of the country.

And what it is doing to the rest of the planet.

Just wondering:

Did Caligula cause this much universal misery?

So I went for a walk.

And photographed weeds.

Show weeds some love today.

Twenty-Five years ago: 30 April 2001.

Trigeminal neuralgia continues to nibble at the edges of consciousness.

I am not looking forward to my visit to the hygienist next week.

So I made a plan.

The day after the dentist, I am going to Pittsburgh.

Something to look forward to.

And why would one look forward to a trip to Pittsburgh?

The Heinz History Center.

That’s why.

Still on the nostalgia kick.
GHBC Bag Ladies PSA – Late April 2020

Twenty-Five years ago: 29 April 2001.