Took my camera outside for a sunrise shot this morning.
The B/W Version.
There was a little layer of fog. I just wish I had been able to center the sun right on top of the Washington Monument.
Most of you know that I was a member of the Longshoreman’s Union back in the day. ILWU Local 142. So, I have to remind one and all that we have Unions to thank for weekends, paid holidays, etc. When we had strong unions we also had employer paid health insurance and pensions…
Today – I took the little lenovo computer to the Goodwill and had a fine time checking out all the stuff. I love thrift shops. A vintage Ralph Lauren velvet jacket and a fine old belt with silver fetish animals. Now, I have to decide what I am going to remove from my carefully curated wardrobe to make “room” for the new additions.
And, this weekend – I did not succeed making butterflies or bats – but I did master the penguin.
Better find something other than bees to photograph. If you want to take more interesting pictures… Go to more interesting places. I’ll try that tomorrow. Maybe.
Vacuum Cleaners are a worthless. I thought they were supposed to “clean”. Who knew that the eat the fringe on rugs and get all clogged up with hair. And you have to CLEAN the vacuum cleaner. SO, what exactly is this thing doing for me. After I go around and sweep up all my hair. Then I eversocarefully run the darn thing around, being careful not to run over the rug fringe. Then I have to unjam the brush thing – which has strangled itself on hair that I missed. And take all the “dirt” out of the little box. And, I am supposed to do something to the filters. (But, I haven’t)… I am so not taking the vacuum to the Old Bat Cave.
Can you tell that Carlton was our family’s cleaning person. No wonder he used to complain about my hair being everywhere.
Oh – this is your very last chance for the little Lenovo.
It is in a box, ready to go down to the Goodwill. It is tiny, I can mail it to anyone in the US who wants it. It was designed to be used with your TV. But, it is a perfectly fine Windows 7 machine. HDMI cable conveys. As does the funky keyboard/mouse/remote. Provide your own tv.
My biggest accomplishment today is a pile of very crumpled dollar bills. Trying to fold a nice butterfly. Total failure. I did fold a bunch of cranes for my senbazuru.
Rejected any notion of going to the asylum to eat. I’ll be eating there for the rest of my life. Instead, went to the grocery and got some food. Most likely my last trip to the grocery until I stock the fridge in the Old Bat Cave. HEY, maybe I could bag the butterfly folding and try to fold a BAT!.
Passiflora incarnata – with too much postprocessing
It was something like 96 degrees today. And, I am just tired. Carlton could always tell when I was getting over tired and he would sort of force me to take it easy for a couple of days. I guess I am not as young as I used to be. I don’t like taking it easy. Plenty of time to take it easy after I am dead.
Nice and toasty hot here today. I did nothing except go to work. Three weeks from today is the much dreaded MOVING DAY.
One the plus side. Four weeks from today it will all be over and I should be all settled in.
Looking on the bright side – in this apartment I have to put 10 shades up and down – the Old Bat Cave will only have three shades. Is this really an advantage?
I want to move to “Not In Service” – they have really good bus service. “No Passengers” would also be a good neighborhood. Lots of Metro Trains go there.
But, this morning – I saw a new bus sign.
Bus is Backing???
This bus is parked. The person on the right is the driver – she is heading off to get a coffee. Normal enough behavior. But, exactly what good does a BUS IS BACKING sign do? Especially when it is on the front! Not to mention – the bus is parked.
Went to the asylum directly from work today for a late lunch. Stopped in to check the Old Bat Cave – it is being drywalled today. Still needs paint, floors, a kitchen and a bathroom. Three weeks from tomorrow is Move Day.
Move-wise no actions today. Today was sort of a The Widow Peg chore. I made an appointment for a mammogram. And, what does this have to do with being a widow? Well, mammograms always make me nervous. Very nervous. Waiting for the results. I have had more than a few mammograms that result in a call to “Come back and let us look again”. And, Carlton always kept me as calm as possible. I was supposed to make the appointment back in May. I figure I put it off 5 months. I figure my doctor will yell at me if I don’t go.
Also, there is my trip to Hawai’i. In 2013, I had to beg a change in our tickets because Carlton had a serious recurrence of his cancer. In 2014, I had to get a refund for Carlton’s ticket – a ticket I bought less than a week before he died. SO, I don’t want to have try for a refund on my 2015 ticket – caused by me being treated for cancer discovered at the mammogram. 8:00 AM Sept 11. Not a particularly auspicious date.
Any how – I will not get a ticket to Hawai’i until after I get the all clear from the mammogram folks.
My VPN. When I am out in the wild, I fire up my VPN. If I use the WiFi that my asylum provides – I’ll need to run my VPN all the time. So, I have it set up fire up automatically now. It causes a hiccup here and there. But, seems to me that hacking into the WiFi at an asylum for well off old folks – that sounds like a real good hack target. All those old people shopping online, checking their bank accounts, etc. etc.
I received a wonderful gift this afternoon. A co-worker and her husband came by late this afternoon and took an entire car load of stuff to the Goodwill for me. I feel much freer. Lighter. Relieved that I’ll not have to worry about that stuff anymore.
September is going to be a bittersweet month. The last month that I had Carlton to worry about, to abuse, to love. CORRECTION. I still love him. But it isn’t the same.
I was washing sheets yesterday – and whoops a huge hole had appeared. And this is my last sheet. Well, I just put the hole on Carlton’s side of the bed. (Yep, it is still Carlton’s side. Always will be.) The asylum provides linens. (They wash them and make your bed – just like a hotel.) You don’t have to use them. But, why not? Especially when your last sheet has a big hole in it.
Sign it is time to get back to Hawai’i.
My supply of Nori Komi Furikake is dangerously low. I am sure that someone sells Mishima nori komi furikake in this area – but – I haven’t a clue where. On the other hand, I know exactly where my fave furikake is at the KTA in Kona.
Today’s moving accomplishments:
Wrote a HUGE check to break the lease and pay the rent through Sep 25.
Packed up the little Denon system. It has a new home.
Decided that my WW2 army trunk – dented and painted blue will head off to Goodwill. Years ago I lined it with cedar. I moved the cedar to Carlton’s more stylish trunk and packed all the quilts in it.
And that is enough for one day.
Note to Carlton: RG3 seems to be out as QB. And, Gov Mandel (95) died. Google had a little Doodle honoring the US Open today.
What are you doing in my territory?You have been warned…ZAP – bumblebees are territorial
And – a personal best.
I finally captured a compound eye. (you can make it a little bigger.)
Started breaking down the electronics today. I am taking my little TV. All my Mac stuff. The tube TVs, the PC stuff, the stereo stuff… all going to Goodwill. The linux is already at the Goodwill. Actually, the tube tvs will go to the dump. Not to worry – you pay to dump tube tvs and crts.
I think the “responsible” part of the Republican Party is in denial about The Donald. If they don’t wake up – he is going to knock that Bush Boy right out of the race. Of course, the establishment part of my party isn’t taking Bernie all that seriously either. Bernie vs The Donald… Wouldn’t that be fun?
Found a nice red leaf today.And milkweed bugs, lots of milkweed bugs
Well boys and girls, 4 weeks from now… I’ll be ensconced in the Old Bat Cave. For the rest of my life. My final home. My last move. Well, actually, the asylum might move me down to assisted living or the nursing unit. I just hope the asylum lasts as long as I do. Since they have promised to take care of my sorry ass.
