life in the old lane

Sort of rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic today.  Or, trying to tidy up, declutter, organize, minimalize my closet. 

Also, puttered around with my origami cat quest.

One ended up looking like a road-kill flying squirrel. And, the blue one looks more like a French bulldog than a cat. 

The big excitement at the Asylum: One of our housemen is wanted by the police on a DC Superior Court arrest warrant charging him with two counts of First Degree Murder While Armed and Assault With Intent to Kill While Armed.

He apparently shot and killed two women and torched their apartment. The sprinkler system seems to have saved a baby that was in the apartment. And he shot a woman outside the apartment – but she survived.  A domestic dispute?

He was a great big friendly cheerful guy. Until  he wasn’t.

Accept what? Accept the fact that I really am getting old. That I am slowing down. I am no longer the Energizer Bunny. One of my friends was telling me about his excellent adventure. He went to Georgetown to buy shoes. And then to lunch with a friend. And he was back at The Asylum and in bed alone by 8 PM. That’s what happens. My big event today was the Old Lady Barre Class. Left me exhausted for the rest of the day. Acceptance.

Accepting getting old is different than accepting mortality. i.e., Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. Dead is a one an done thing. Aging is a journey that I am not too happy to be taking.

I am convincing myself that I could make this cat better if I had the “correct” paper. Yeah, right. Maybe the “correct” fingers and eyes. 

Acceptance. Focus on what is left. Not on what is lost. 

And what is left today is beer and pizza with FRIENDS.

Rainy spring day. Did some work. And some goofing off. Where did I get the idea that I am always supposed to be accomplishing something. Citius – Altius – Fortius. What am I? I am just an old woman. An AllBirds old woman. Not advertisement for Nike. 

These poor kids are our take-out ordering system. The reason they are not busy is our in-house phone system was on the fritz at that instant. 

But, I haven’t given up. YET. If at first, you don’t succeed, try, try, and try again. Then stop. Don’t make an ass of yourself.  Almost to STOP. But, the last one was pretty close.

My busiest day of the week. Always glad when it is over.  And, just about the time that work was done, it seemed nice and outside. So, go out and take a few photos. Just what I need. More photos.

Not really a bee. Actually a tiny hoverfly.  And, I have seen bees. But not within camera range. 

Convid-wise, the Asylum continues to sneak back to normal. I sure hope that the Pfizer vaccine that all but a couple of residents got holds. Because I don’t think I have another year like the last one in me.  

 

They were testing the fire alarms today.  My plan for dealing with 6 hours of noise and flashing lights was to leave the Asylum at the first “THERE IS A FIRE EMERGENCY IN THE BUILDING” blast. 

I had a whole grocery cart full of old electronics stuff. Off it went. With me close behind. 

I got the cart on the 41 ART bus. And, it was off to Goodwill. Goodwill is my default electronics “recycle” option.  I am sure that the stuff still ends up in various landfills and sweatshops in South East Asia but I tried. 

This is the same Goodwill that got my stuff when I downsized prior to moving to The Asylum. I was closer to it, and 6 years younger so I usually walked the cart to Goodwill. Every Friday afternoon. I hauled as much as I could to Goodwill so I’d be ready for a weekend of downsizing. 

Aside: I acquired a couple of items at Goodwill.

That chore done, it was still too early to return to The Asylum. So, back on the bus and off to Clarendon. The Apple store is still open by appointment only. I wandered around The Container Store. Got out without buying more stuff. And went to Whole Foods for the first time in almost two years. Scored some damn good (for Virginia) sushi. 

Before Covid, this street would have been busy at lunchtime. Not today.  On the bus again and back to The Asylum. And, the fire alarm testing was done. An altogether good day.

Nothing much going on. Flowers, rainbows, beers, Bob Marley. Not too shabby for 77 going on dead. 

Got my little old lady grocery cart full of old computer gear. Ready to take to Goodwill tomorrow. Gotta get out of the Asylum tomorrow. They will be testing the fire alarms. All most all day. And trust me on this one… Fire alarms in old folks asylums are freaking ass loud. And there are flashing lights too. A good day for an excursion. 

It is almost impossible to underestimate the importance of the Hokulea, the Polynesian Voyaging Society, and the navigators. Think about it girls and boys, “let us sail a canoe from Honolulu to Pape’hete, and let’s do it without using any navigational gizmos”. That was in 1976. And it was a watershed moment for every Polynesian when the Hokulea landed in Tahiti in 1976. 40 years later the Hokulea docked in Alexandria. Chad Kalepa Baybayan was on both voyages. As crewman and as captain.  Honored to have shared a world with Kalepa Baybayan. 

Rain today. But, I had plenty to do inside the Old Bat Cave. So no worries. 

Going through a “do an origami every day” phase. I made puffy bunnies. Then I made water bombs. Today, I decided to attack Jo Nakashima’s cat once again. This time using big paper. Once again, I failed. But tomorrow is another day and maybe my Neko will be better.

I ordered a spinach salad with salmon for dinner. Better go collect it.

Another fine out-of-doorsy spring day. Another day work my way back to “normal”.

Started with breakfast. Not oatmeal. Not out of a green plastic box. Real breakfast at a table.

Then it was off to the dentist. On the bus. 

Then I walked home, because I had to work off those Eggs Florentine. They were well worth the walk. Back to oatmeal tomorrow. 

 

Today is another leap back into normal. I rode the bus. I had forgotten how to ride the bus. I was at the stop looking at my phone trying to find out when the next bus would come by. And the next bus came by. Passed me right up. As it should have because I did nothing to indicate that I wanted it to stop. And, there really isn’t any reason to look and see when the next bus is expected. Because the bus will arrive when it arrives. Not when it is supposed to. But when it does. Fortunately, in less than 2 minutes, another bus came by. I hailed that one. 

162 zoom sessions in one year and one day. Our zoom support group had it’s last regular meeting last night.

Bring on “normal”. Having dinner with people tonight. How normal is that?

Pretty normal Tuesday.  Two exercise classes and work. We got work all wrapped up by 4pm so I was able to go out and enjoy a few minutes of spring.

Seems that Google finally stopped supporting Hangouts. For me at least. Sometime on Friday afternoon. Which is why my office didn’t tell me that they were going home. They did text me as they always; Google just didn’t deliver the message to me until this morning. Upon investigation, I discovered that they delivered the messages to Google Messages vice Google Hangouts. Much shuffling around ensued. 

Speaking of shuffling around. On my old external hard drives, I found copies of old Zip Drives (remember them?) Which turned up my computer backups from 1996. Carlton’s year ending bond portfolio calculations for 1988. A copy of Tiny Basic for a Trash 80. Hello. My name is Peg and I am powerless…

It’s been a great life for me with computers.

Speaking of computers. Time for me to kick off the last Asylum Sister’s Nightly Zoom meeting.  Hopefully, we will not need to reconvene online any time soon. But, you never know. 

Life is crashing back to “normal”.  And strangely enough, it is almost as unsettling as crashing into “lockdown” last year was.  But, this is a good “unsettled”. Wow. I have to put clothes on. EVERYDAY. Fortunately, my clothes still fit. I no longer have “lockdown” as an excuse to not do things. 

Worked on my external storage media project today. Well, mostly Forbin the Computer worked on it. Consolidating, deleting, copying and scrubbing.  All I had to do is admit that I really don’t need my Timemachine disk from 2012.

Today, I had my entire bed covered up with computer “stuff”.  

The interesting question (to me at least) is why didn’t I do serious decluttering last year? Goodness knows that I had the time. But, you actually declutter for the future. And this time last year “future” was even more uncertain than normal.