life in the old lane

Did another exploration around the new ‘hood this morning. I went to the local branch of the Arlington (that would be my former county) library to renew my card and confess that I had moved out of the county. The Glencarlyn Branch is 1.3 miles away from the asylum so a trip to the library knocks out half of my minimum daily mileage. It is a sweet little library. Problem with the walk is – it is very hilly. Lots of ups and downs both directions.

Started sneaking up on the taxes. And went to a coffee, a cocktail gathering, and finally had dinner in the dreaded “Formal Dining Room” – no denim, shorts or t-shirts allowed. Four of the more reputable residents provided enough cover for me to sneak in under the radar, in a denim skirt no less.

I am starting to feel better about living here. I still hate the location. But, the older I get the less important the location will be. And, until I get “housebound” – I’ll just deal with the location. They feed me – too well actually. They clean my apartment. They supply all the utilities. They even supply toilet paper and light bulbs. And, I am surrounded by 500 of my “oldest” friends. Nobody gets out alive.

 

Went exploring around the new neighborhood this afternoon. It isn’t as nice as the old ‘hood – I knew that already – but, I did find this condo.

Sort of took the day off today – Took lots of naps. Indeed, I napped through most of dinner – since the major choices were baby back ribs or skate wings – I opted to dine in this evening.

I did put my Legos together into a cable catcher holder thingie. Actually pretty cool.

Note to Carlton: I’ll be starting to get the taxes together tomorrow. I will not miss having to do yours too. It is strange, Carlton – being all by myself. I was always a loner, so being alone isn’t all the bad. As Lynnette in Kona says “It is better to be alone than to wish you were alone”. But, we were good together. I had dinner last night with a skinny old woman who was formerly a serious tennis player. I told her that you loved tennis more than you loved me – she said that her late husband took a back seat to tennis in her life as well. But, don’t worry – I didn’t mind sharing you with tennis. Speaking of tennis – Maria Sharapova is in deep dodo – she flunked a drug test. Sponsors are running to exits. It isn’t pretty.

Lovely spring weather today. But, I haven’t found anywhere wonderful to take spring flower pictures nearby. Had to be happy with our Asylum offerings.

But, I found a fine shiny 1955 Chevy. I think this was the first time it has left its garage this year.

As I said – it was very shiny.

I processed a big huge pile of mail today. A few interesting junk mail stats.

Cox Cable – 8, by far the junk mail leader.
Care – 4, haven’t a clue who these people are.
Alzheimer’s – 4, I guess they figure you might not remember them
Smithsonian – 4, My punishment for contributing to restore Neil Armstrong’s spacesuit.

Went to a meeting of “New Comers” to the asylum today. Checked out getting a personal trainer in the gym. Also scheduled to go to a “Coffee – meet and greet” Thursday. And, a “Cocktail – meet and greet” later Thursday for the new couple on my floor. And, that should help get me on track for my New Year’s Resolution to Participate in one activity per week at the asylum.

The extra cost special tonight is salmon quesadilla. Sounds good to me.

I just loaded 306 images from Shamu the Phone onto The Airness. Found a few keepers.

I am tired now – it is my bedtime.

Today was spent on the Capital Limited. The “good stuff” – Cleveland, Toledo and Pittsburgh rolled by in the middle of the dark. Daylight brings up West Virginia, Pennsylvania and Maryland.

Today’s Critter count:

• Lots of cows
• Some horses
• One really big pig
• A fat hawk
• Small herd of deers
• Rafter of wild turkeys

The Way Back

• 1 truck
• 2 planes
• 3 Amtrak trains
• 2 Metro trains
• 1 Art Bus
• 1/2 mile walk from bus stop – uphill.

I loved the entire Way Back. I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Lots of stuff needs to be “processed” – unpacked, washed, trashed, stored, looked at and acted upon. Not to mention: The Taxes. But, I didn’t do any of this that this afternoon – arrived at the asylum at about 4PM. I brushed my teeth. Took a very long shower. Discovered that I still fit into my skinny jeans. And went to dinner. I had really poor soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. When I got back upstairs I was still hungry – so I had some oatmeal.

And now, I am going to read until I fall asleep. And tomorrow – I will begin processing stuff.

Note to Carlton: It was better – coming home with you or to you. But, I must say – coming back to the Asylum was a damn sight better than coming back to a “regular” apartment. This is home. These people – they are my family. The 105 year old man was leaving dinner when I got there. He wished me a “good night”. Two pretty little Muslim server girls made a point of saying “Hi Peg” – this was when I was trudging up the hill to the building. I wasn’t even inside yet. And, there is a new couple on my floor – so, I am no longer the “new person”.

The Critter Count:

• 1 fox
• several bald eagles
• 1 big fat hawk
• Lots of cows

Not much good viewing today. The day was spent in Iowa and Illinois. The train seemed to be running at about 79MPH. And, the fresh air stops were very short. The crew had worked 6 days straight and were heading into 8 days off. I had a couple of plans for things to do in Chicago – but it is 38 degrees and damp. So, I holed up in the station.

OK. The Grand Train Tour – Inside.

There were 14 rooms like mine and 6 bigger/better rooms. 15 rooms have no “facilities”. There was 1 shower and 4 bathrooms, one big ole coffee pot and a luggage rack for the 20 rooms to share.

Everyone on the train shares the lounge and dining car.

I have enjoyed the whole trip so far. Everyone on the train is on the train because they want to be on the train. It isn’t like airplanes. Lots of “old” people. Lots of “young” people. Middle age people are too busy earning a living to take 4+ days to cross the country.

Note to Carlton: You wouldn’t have liked it.

Denver does train station right! And note to self, Glenwood Springs looks like a town to overnight from the train. As well as Denver.

I am still enjoying the trip. Great scenery today. Not as much snow as I hoped to see. But the critter count:

• Lots of cattle
• Plenty of horses
• 5 fly fishermen
• 24 or so deer in 2 bunches
• 1 dead deer – It was newly dead but completely “recycled”
• 10+ bald eagles. One caught a fish.

No pictures – well except of the cattle. I am not a wildlife photographer. Especially with the 35mm lens from a moving train.

I am over 1/2 way home. Would I do it again? The current answer is you bet. Of course – tomorrow we head out through the flat square states. Then change trains in Chicago.

We had two long stops and two short stops today.

We are pulling out of Denver – Cell Signal may leave anytime – so, I’ll closeout for now.

Updating the blog at 3:30AM from Salt Lake City – because we have good cell signal here.

So far so good on the train. Today will be the only day that is totally on the train – except for any “fresh air” breaks. Oops the train is leaving – I’ll post this before I lose signal.

Most of the time the train chugs along at about 60 mph. But, in the mountains it was averaging 30. Yesterday we topped out at about 7,000 feet. We might go higher day in the Rockies. This information comes from a GPS app. GPS seems to be more faithful than cell signal.

Guess I should turn the light off and go back to sleep – because coffee doesn’t show up for another 2.5 hours.

Not much of a post tonight, because I am really tired. Yesterday’s plane that was scheduled to leave at 10PM went wheels up at 1215 AM. I had to run to make my connection. (10 minutes to spare. Not bad considering I had to change terminals.)

By 9AM I was on the ground in Portland and figuring out how to get to the train station/downtown. Not a problem. Great light rail system in Portland.

I liked Portland. That doesn’t surprise anyone, does it? They have some very interesting public art.

After I walked around for 3 hours or so – made my way to the 1896 “Union Station”. Seems like every town has a Union Station. Union Pacific and Southern Pacific RRs, I guess.

It is spring in Portland. Cherry trees in bloom. Star Magnolia blooming. Likewise – camellias blooming like crazy.

Got on the train at 1415 and rushed the dining car for a late lunch. Soon I’ll get a little dinner and hopefully catch 6 hours of sleep before I get kicked off the train in the wee hours tomorrow. BTW: Current temp is 51 degrees – it is 5PM.

What did I have for lunch? A salad. There might be a kitchen on this train but I haven’t found it. I will make my dinner selection with that in mind. No reason to court disappointment.

Life is good. A day without TV news. And, associated Republican politics.

Time this morning for a last run up and down Ali’i Drive with Billy, so I can soak up enough Kona to last until late October.

I am 90% packed and the toys are all charging. Latest word from Delta is my flight out of here will be 30 minutes late. Not a real auspicious start. Portland, where I have a pretty long layover tomorrow, looks like rain. Going the long way home isn’t looking like my greatest idea ever at this instant. But, whatever happens is what I planned.

President The Donald. Trump without the T is rump. Seems appropriate to me. We survived Dick Nixon (just barely).

Pack. Charge. Swim. Nap. Shower. Dinner. Airport. Fly. – I can do this.

 

I finally sprung into action. And about time, too! Rather than listen to Pandora – I watched the news channels. Pretty damn scarey. For those who slept through American History – President John Adams’ staff, during the 1800 campaign called Vice President Jefferson “a mean-spirited, low-lived fellow, the son of a half-breed Indian squaw, sired by a Virginia mulatto father.” And an atheist too. But, it wasn’t one sided Jefferson’s men said President Adams had a “hideous hermaphroditical character, which has neither the force and firmness of a man, nor the gentleness and sensibility of a woman.” The country survived that. Maybe we can survive the current unpleasantness.

Still have to get packing. Maybe I should start now. Or not. (Oh, what did I do today? I packed up a box to send home and I packed the stuff that stays behind.)

I knocked some things off my going home 2do list. But, not everything that was scheduled for completion. I took a page from my friend from Iowa Vivian’s play book – I took my kindle poolside and enjoyed the warm. All afternoon.

Also made my last trip to the farm market for final avocado and papaya purchases until Halloween.

And, did I mention that I hate reality tv shows?