Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
It’s Friday, so it’s Happy Hour. And it’s another Birthday for one of the Asylum family members. That means cake, ice cream, and snarky cards. Old people are a lot like 6-year-olds when it comes to birthdays. We are a lot like 6-year-olds in many ways.
The oldest grand and one of her kiddos. An African porcupine.
I am terrified about the coming months. But, just for today… I am trying to be calm.
Carlton and I never celebrated birthdays or holidays, but we had a fantastic time along the way. Every day was a gift, especially during his last year when we finally understood that nobody is promised tomorrow.
As a widow, my spouse never ages, so Carlton is still 79. He rides his bike every day, plays singles tennis three times a week, and gently nudges me in a better direction.
I am struggling to accept the new America. I often wonder what Carlton would say about these times. The new America is wearing me out.
Messed around with some origami today. Still looking for something to fold to sell in the fall to make money for the Asylum Foundation. I give them more than enough money but this seems to be “important” because I have to do more than tell my Charitable Trust to send money to The Asylum Foundation.
But summer is on the way.
Goodness knows what this summer will bring. I don’t want to stay home. But, I am not too willing to go heading off across the world. I can not imagine that Americans will be very welcome anywhere except in Russia.
One of Carlton’s best friends sent this photo – to Carlton’s email address – this afternoon. I can only assume that this was Carlton’s Easter outfit since Easter was on April 16 in 2006.
Here is the history of the outfit: Blog Entry Mar 24, 2006
The hat was mine. As I recall, it was a reproduction Civil War Era boys’ hat.
Today, I went to yoga via Zoom because our teacher was at the beach. I also made lentil and leftover soup. That’s enough. Oh, and I didn’t kill anyone. YET. The day isn’t over yet.
Today I am tired. For no reason, I am tired. I treated myself to a nap this afternoon. Zero was accomplished today.
OK, here is a plan. There’s 35minutes before dinner. I will cull and catalog photos for 25 of those minutes.
The laundry was done. The orchids were watered. And I messed around with Gemini and ChatGPT. And I didn’t kill anyone.
Especially if this very elevator attempted to hijack you some months ago.
These guys seem to be miniatures. And miniature is good, because I am running out of orchid living space.
Ray the Rosemary is an orphan plant as well. I seem to have adopted Ray the Rosemary March 18, 2018.
And this, girls and boys, is the real reason for the blog. I started it 24 years ago, just to record my passage through the years and to have a platform to test drive ideas for websites I was building for the Park Service.
Gratitude can be hard to find in these challenging times, but that only makes it more important. I’m thankful that I can go outside and take some quick laps around the compound. I appreciate having a friend who took me to the beach. I’m grateful that my taxes are completed and that I have the means to pay them. I’m also thankful that I still seem to have most of my marbles.
Just checked The WayBack Machine. I have 68 entries since 2002. And the video I made of last weekend’s rally got 107 unique views. That’s a very modest number, but still satisfying.
This was at the Easton Diner where were stopped for breakfast.
At the Amish Market in Parole MD.
We went up to Bethany Beach in Delaware for dinner.
Dinner was great.
Today’s adventure. I walked from the hotel to the other end of the boardwalk. Walking north was rather ordinary. No people either.
For all my laughs about how tacky Ocean City MD is, it still has the ocean. And I can watch the ocean from my bed. It’s been an excellent two days.
What’s not to love? Well, it’s chilly. I plan on doing absolutely nothing for the next two days.
Heading to Ocean City for a few days tomorrow.
Everything looks worse in black and white – Paul Simon