Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
On my walk to work, I pass by 3 or 4 houses where the front yards are devoted to veggies. The squash plant that grows on the chain link fence is still making baby squash.
Every year there are fewer flags. But, that is OK… Wounds are supposed to heal. Nobody has forgotten.
I totally embrace millennial car-free transit options. Public transit, Uber, Lyft, Zip Car and Bike Shares. However, I think that Bird scooters might be a little much for my elderly self. But, you never know.
On July 7, 2004, I wrote that I would deal with my prints and negatives “later”. After 5071 days “later” arrived this afternoon. I am down to 3 old prints. I am allowing myself to keep them. They will fit nicely in the bottom of my underwear drawer. When I die some kind soul will find them and wonder, why did she save these? Because. Just because.
Before pouncing on the photo project this morning, I went and did some work in my weedlot. The damn bunnies wiped out two more plants. Just gnawed them right down to the ground. Not happy with bunnies.
This is a rather boring – but apparently bunny proof plant. It looks a lot more interesting in this photo than it does in person. I shall endeavor identify it. If it is a weed, it will be leaving. If it is not a weed – well, the fact that it is bunny proof is a vote in its favor.
Went to an indoor Labor Day barbeque/picnic at noon today. The company, beer, and mac and cheese were good.
It is my mess and it is my job to clean it up before I die. But damn, the dumpster is looking pretty good. I am not Margaret Bourke-White. No one wants these. Not even me (very much). But, I made this mess and it is my job to clean it up.
This was the summer we were in Yosemite. I can see a WinBook Laptop, a Zip Drive, a pretty good Canon printer, a LogiTech scanner and some sort of CD “burner”. And somewhere there must have been some sort of a modem. Oh, and the mouse. Feel sure it was a Microsoft mouse.
I have put this one up several times before. Next stop will be the dumpster.
This fine plant is one that I got at a local “native plant” sale this spring and I planted it in my weedlot. Apparently, it is a fall bloomer the woman who sold it to me said: “you only need one, it spreads like mad”. Bring on the madness.
Found this picture when I was processing the binders. In 1994, I took Carlton to the HC&S Plantation where I worked in the 60’s. I belonged to the International Longshore and Warehouse Union – Local 142.
Today, I watched Senator McCain’s funeral service at the National Cathedral for 2 hours. Then I spent another 2 hours trying to help a friend get a visa to Uzbekistan.
This “Beta Test” warning appeared on the website. So, l shouldn’t have been surprised that it didn’t work.
But, after two hours of trying every possible thing, there were too pretty annoyed little old ladies in the house.
And how is it that John McCain is more popular among Democrats than Republicans? We live in interesting times.
Today I was kitty daycare. I survived and when I last saw them, the cats were still alive – so, I would consider kitty daycare a success.
Then I sprung into action as tech support. How do you get a visa online to Uzbekistan? Very Carefully, my friend. Very Carefully. Heck, I didn’t even Google Uzbekistan without firing up my VPN, the TOR browser etc… My friend is having trouble. I think her visa photo is the wrong size. I putzed around with the photo. We’ll see tomorrow if it works. Using her computer. Who knew that old women have so much fun!
I ride the bus. That is how I get where I want to be. I firmly believe that I could actually drive a car. Nevermind that, I last drove a car 4 years ago. I can afford a car. Any car that my little heart would lust after.
But, I ride the bus. Today, I think I figured out why I ride the bus… well, aside from the fact that I am just too lazy to own a car. I ride the bus because every trip is a journey to gratitude. And the goddess knows, gratitude is damned hard to come by these days.
Bus “Gratitude List” –
This was in today’s dead-tree Wall Street Journal. A full-page ad for a gun auction. The pièce de résistance seems to be a tank. Or maybe 20 tanks. Who needs a tank? Really.
Well, I did it. Consigned 23 pounds and 10 ounces of photographs to the dumpster. I still have 2 archival boxes to deal with. But, I am putting that off until Saturday, soonest.
I don’t think I’ll regret this move. Maybe I should have done it 15 years ago when Carlton and I first moved. But, I didn’t. It was not the right time. This was the right time. I made all those photos. So, they were mine to clean up before I leave. And, I did.
The remaining binders are 3 binders of Carlton’s DVDs. And a binder of financial records that are too old, flimsy and stapled to scan.
And summer is giving us one more blast of hot air. 95° in late August is easier to take than 95° in early June. Because, in August, fall is one of the coming attractions.
Back into the old summer oven again today. Over 90° today. Maybe higher tomorrow.
Thinking about getting a ticket to see Hamilton. That is one advantage of being a widow lady. You buy A ticket. Of course, back in my day – if you were a girl you never bought ANY ticket. Tickets are most expensive in NYC. Then DC. Much cheaper in Chicago. Or maybe just try to score a standing room ticket. Think I can still stand upright for 3+ hours.
You just never know what you will see on the bus. Learning how to use public transportation 15 years ago was one of my smarter moves. Checking into The Asylum was another. Wonder if I have any smart moves left?
A busy but very ordinary day. Nothing at all wrong with that. 10 of us ate dinner together. Five of us got the wrong order. The kitchen was not having a good evening. At work, our computer system was really really slow. Could not do a thing about it. Server issue. Outside my pay grade. Nothing life-threatening.
1995 is when I drug Mr C off to Hawai’i – for his first time ever. After that, he never missed a winter in Kona.
Tired now. Off to read then off to sleep.
July 7, 2004. Made a major dent in getting my photo collection ready to move. I decided that I am not throwing out a single photo. I’ll move them. And, then maybe, just maybe cull things down. Same with the negatives.
Well, I have only taken 14 years to get down to actually getting rid of the prints and negatives. Negatives all gone. Prints will be gone by this time next week.
In a fit of boredom yesterday I decided to figure out how many “animals” live in the Old Bat Cave. My earrings and hair sticks not included. Surprised to find 16. And, I am not sure that dragons count as animals.
Surprising how many animals share my studio apartment!
Exactly how bad will next week be for The Orange Lord. Expect more than normal weirdness. It will be be some sort of end of summer fit of madness. Even crazier than “normal”.
Still “death cleaning” my photo collection. Nothing made it to the dumpster. But, I processed another book. Only 2 books and 2 boxes of photo left.
As was our custom in those days, we went on a 4 to
And, we ended up in Kansas.
