Telephone Bird Photography – always interesting – never good.
A dear friend called saying that he was going to have to stage an intervention with his father and stepmother. They planned to “age-in-place”. Now kids from both husband and wife’s families have to try to sort things out. At great expense and effort. Aging-in-place is not a plan. It’s a wish. And it can become a nightmare.
Gratitude
The Asylum. I am not too fond of it here but, I have done all that I can to be responsible for myself when I become unable to be responsible for myself.
Enough lounging about. I need to do some work on my orchids. I think some repotting is in order. And that might require ordering some supplies. Best make a plan.
Nice sky this morning. And another really nice summer day.
Gratitude
Grateful for back to back nice days in August.
Went to in-person yoga today. And, there was a person in my class wearing a red Trump hat. That hat did nothing for my serenity. And, I wondered if maybe the person had a pistol tucked into their yoga pants. Trump people have no business coming to *my* yoga class.
I have used Uber 3 times in the last 2 days. I remind myself that the average cost of car ownership in Virginia is about $1,500 per month. I can take a lot of Uber trips for $1,500.
I am all good today. My doctor looked at everything from yesterday’s visit to Urgent Care. I must take my blood pressure twice a day and that’s it. I have no idea what happened to me. Old age? Too little sleep? Too much travel? Maybe a 72 hour panic attack?
Gratitude
Grateful that I feel heaps better today.
And. The trip to the dentist was a non-event. The Boy Dentist decided that nothing needed to be done with my tooth that “might last 2 days or maybe it will last 2 years” right now. I didn’t even scold him for not saying that 5 months ago when he first decided that there was something wrong with that tooth and I should come in for an evaluation. I just said “Gee Thanks” and left. I didn’t even get charged.
It was a wonderful day weatherwise so I bussed back to The Asylum. Ubered to the dentist.
Waiting for the Uber. Checking out the elephant ears.
Last night was not good. (Well, I didn’t die. So maybe it was OK after all).
Notes from the Old Bat Cave on a Saturday Night.
It’s about midnight. Maybe an hour and a half ago I woke up with a racing heart, instead of its normal 60 beats per minute. It was zooming along at 80. Now that’s not normal. For me
I haven’t been feeling great for maybe a couple of months, but definitely, since Thursday I’ve just had this feeling that death is on my doorstep.
So is it time to call the nurse? Is it time to call 911? An intelligent person would have done one of those two things.
My heart rate isn’t high enough to justify going to the ED on a Saturday night. My blood pressure was just barely below ED levels. So what did I do?
1. I packed up my purse for a trip to the ED just in case. Phone charger. Medical power of attorney. Advance directive. Comb. Earbuds. 2. Hopefully I’ll be smart enough to pick up the phone and the iPad if I do have to go to the ED. 3. I changed out of a ratty t-shirt and put on bra, panties and a real t-shirt—another just-in-case move. 4. Got back in bed with some chamomile tea. 5. Then I decided maybe I should braid my hair. Seemed like a good idea so I did it. 6. So here I am all ready to die. 7. Heart rate back down to about 75 BPM. 8. So, what if this is it? What if I don’t make the bell tomorrow morning.? I think everything is pretty much in order. I have entirely too much origami paper. And I’d be embarrassed if anyone discovered how many trashy books I have on my Kindle and how many trashy audiobooks I own. 9. I don’t have any good connections in the cardio medical community. 10. I may take myself to the ED tomorrow morning just to get checked out. I’m almost certain if I called our Asylum nurse they would probably call an ambulance and stuff me in it and that’s just not going to happen. Well, maybe I should say I don’t want that to happen. I’d rather take Uber
At breakfast, my friends stage an intervention and cart me off to Urgent Care.
A fine way to spend Sunday morning. Thanks, Betty and Carol!
Happy that they made me go. I passed the EKG. The EKG was what I really wanted. My blood pressure was back to my “normal” normal.
I have declared myself FINE. And, I plan on going to the dentist tomorrow morning as planned.
OK, I have been home for a week now. It’s time for this jet lag shit to be over. Yesterday, I could barely stay awake. Today, I did awake pretty good until about 1PM.
Gratitude
Grateful to have gotten 2 miles walking in today.
The rain seems to be over for now. Summertime.
Birthday gathering tonight. There will be cake.
I am having a hard time with gratitude lately. I am feeling very old and fragile. Today, I am grateful for books that allow me to escape from myself.
All caught up with my “coming home” chores—even the laundry.
A serious visit is scheduled with the dentist on Monday. Either an extraction or major repair is on the radar. And frankly, I am not sure I will live long enough to justify either of those procedures.
OK, I think it’s getting better. I still woke up at 0300 hours. But I went back to sleep. And I mostly did stuff until noon. Then I stopped doing stuff and napped.
Gratitude
Grateful that I can still walk outside and cover a mile in less than 20 minutes.
How bad can the Orange-Dictator-Presumptive get?
We have a chance to avoid a Donald DoOver. Just a chance.
Cloud watching from my comfy chair.
That’s more like it.
Still jet-lagged. Still waking up at 3am. But, hey, I am waking up. And that’s a good thing.
Gratitude
After all these years, I still grateful for my apartment at The Asylum. I may not love The Asylum, but when I get into the Old Bat’s Cave and shut the door, I am happily home.
And what’s the one question? Who would let Elon Musk stick anything inside their skull?
Air Conditioning. That’s what I am grateful for at this instant.
And I am trying to ignore the hit my portfolio took today. When you are young days like today are buying opportunities. When you have short positions you cover. When you are old, you hang on and hope for the best.
Welcome back to my tasteful old folks home where the tables have feet and balls.
The Asylum periodically has delusions of modernity. My elevator lobby is a dose of reality.
Bird or Duck? Feet
As for my jetlagged self, I don’t think I damaged anything or anybody today. That’s about as good as it gets. I have cleaned up most of the damage caused by the credit card disaster I experienced at the beginning of last month. That’s about it.
Those buildings are parking garages. How do people ever find their cars? Do they put an AirTag in the glove box? Not my problem.
Amtrak was on time. No issues with the Red, Yellow and M16 lines. Easy trip home.
Jet lag is a whole different story. I am currently exhausted.
Gratitude
Grateful that I was able to make the trip. And survive.
Grateful to have the Mac back. Got tired of doing the blog using the phone.
Packing report: I took two items that were neither used nor needed: Rain Jacket and Cashmere Hoodie. But, I would have taken them in any case. Everything else was used. Well used. The single most used items were the black skirt and black shirt. Oh yes, and my one pair of shoes. All day every day.
