Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
Today was work. And yoga. And nap. And Asylum meeting. And dinner. And that about sucked up my entire day.
Oh and bitching about The Orange Lord. That took up some time.
Going to be 90+ degrees tomorrow. Here comes summer. Will we replay the summer of 1974?? That was my first summer in DC.
Surely, surely by now – at least some of The Orange Lord’s supporters must be having little twinges of remorse. Surely.
“My news” reports that The Orange Lord passed a treasonable amount of intel to the Russians. “Fox news” says that it never happened.
On a much cheerier note, at least one of my friends thinks this will end in civil war. Especially since Andrew Jackson isn’t around to stop it! I don’t think it will be anything that interesting. I am guessing it will be a slow decay into anarchy. And then the cockroaches will take over the planet.
Or, we will be taken out quickly by a massive cyber attack. Or a Carrington Event. Mother Nature just says “Fuck You People, you had your chance and you blew it – bring in the cockroaches.”
Buy the shoes, take the trip, eat the cake – chances of us making it through the next 1,346 days are pretty slim!
I have gotten used to the walker, canes, and wheel chairs. I have gotten used to the ambulances. I have not gotten used to the people all dressed up and waiting for someone to come and take them away. Take them somewhere. Anywhere. Anywhere but here.
I did not escape from the Asylum today. No, in the best Hawaiian fashion, I ate until I was tired and then I took a nice nap. The occasion being “Mother’s Day Brunch”. Then I went for a walk. This is a crappy neighborhood for walking. Too hilly and stripmally. But, the hills sort of kickup the cardio.
Yesterday, I reported that a friend from The Asylum is in hospital recovering from surgery. It is reported that one of her first utterances was “where is my mascara?” Actually, her exact words were “where the hell is my mascara?”.
On Tuesday 3 of my friends are having operations. This must be a sign that not only am I getting old, but my friends are too… Hope everything works out OK for everyone.
Needed a little Kona today. I am sure that before long I’ll be missing these cool, damp, cloudy days… But, about now, I could do with a little sun.
A friend from The Asylum is in hospital recovering from surgery. It is reported that one of her first utterances was “where is my mascara?”
So off I went – to wine tasting.
Tasting the wines, one of which had a “hint of barnyard”. Don’t know if that is good or not.
After wine tasting I repaired to the salon for a nice IPA to cleanse the palate
Hackers Hit Dozens of Countries Exploiting Stolen N.S.A. Tool. Now isn’t this interesting? Last week I went to a lecture about WWIII and cyber terrorism. The speaker didn’t think that cyber terrorism is a problem. Wonder what he thinks today?
Today’s feature – rain. clouds. chilly. Sort of like the USA.
Last night, I came home from dinner. And, I found this alarming message on Shamu the Phone.
Well, this is very disturbing. This institution has almost all of my money. Who is helping themselves to it. Grab Shamu the Phone and call. After 15 minutes on hold Shamu starts to shut down on me… It is past Shamu’s bed time. Plug Shamu in and continue on hold for another 30 minutes. By now it is past my bedtime too. Eventually, a very nice man finally takes me off hold and asks “How can I help you?” I explain that I am an old woman and when I got home from dinner I found this message… Nice man starts to explain that it was a computer “glitch” and that every customer got that message. I start laughing – explain to nice man that I have on at least one occasion done that very same thing. I wish him a good evening and get on with my life. Ain’t technology grand? To err is human, but it requires a computer to really foul things up!
Harlene: Much talk – but only talk – about expanding the “large electronics ban” to flights originating in Europe.
After slow moving bugs this afternoon because I logged 6+ miles on the fitbit today.
Which made me think: “Is it time to get a car?” But, wait – isn’t this backwards? Aren’t old people supposed to give up cars – not take up cars? I just don’t have a car mindset. Mentally, I am already planning my trip to work tomorrow in a way that will minimize walking. You just have so many more options when you are not hauling a 2,000 pound carapace around. But, I know that people who have cars extol the freedom that the car provides.
Had a fine dinner tonight – Shrimp and Tuna Kabobs. A mistake was made and stuffed cabbage showed up. I don’t usually care that much – but – stuffed cabbage when I was expecting shrimp and tuna – well – very nicely – I sent the offending cabbage back to the kitchen. By and by, shrimp and tuna kabobs appear.
What Carlton would call “Wreckage of the Future”: How will I deal with having to check everything electronic when flying? I who do not check anything. Check my computer, my camera, my kindle, my Bose headphones? Just me and Shamu the Phone – all alone – in the plane. And, would my beloved toys even arrive at the final destination? Could I leave them all behind. Even my camera? Please Saint Synchronous, patron saint of all things that plug in, I pray to you – do not let this plague befall us.
It wasn’t too windy this afternoon – after my nap – so I was able to capture a couple of flying critters.
And…
Now, any reasonable person would wonder: “Why exactly does a person who hasn’t turned her stove top on this year grow 11 square feet of herbs?”
Well, they are really easy to grow. All manner of interesting flying insects visit them when they flower – leading to lots of photo ops. You can cut them and put them in an old Perrier bottle – which cheers up the Old Bat Cave. And, You can give them to people. What’s not to love?
And you know, I really don’t think I have turned on the stove this year. Well, I was in Hawai’i for the first 2 months. But I don’t recall cooking anything since I returned to The Asylum. Nuking Trader Joe’s frozen stone ground oatmeal doesn’t count for “cooking” even if you put strawberries and yogurt on it. Un-wrapping a granola bar isn’t cooking.
Well, isn’t that interesting – The Orange Lord just fired the head of the FBI, James Comey. Wonder why? Is he mad at Comey for helping him get elected? Don’t let the door hit you on your ass, Jim. BUT wait. Am I 100% sure this isn’t about The Orange Lord and Putin? When did I become a conspiracy theorist? When The Orange Lord got elected. That’s when.
The 41 Bus is a very fine bus. Most of the drivers are nice. And, I usually ride it in the “going home” direction – so most of the passengers are pretty nice too. Everyone assumes that I am just a little old lady who lives in “affordable” housing in South Arlington. Nevermind that I live 6 feet over the Arlington line in a rather up market “elderly” Asylum.
Went to a college graduation this afternoon in my nice cosy Old Bat Cave. Very civilized of it to be streamed on YouTube.
Here at The Asylum – with some regularity an enormous basket of roses appears in the public area honoring some never seen resident on their 100th birthday.
And then there is Virginia. She is 100 or so. Frequently seen in the public areas. Still into Martinis and Manicures.
Virginia is looking a little grumpy. But, she isn’t really. She just can’t see or hear as well as she would like.
This is has been a strange 3 days. It has been what I consider “indoor” weather. And I have sort of just hung out in the Old Bat Cave, with occasional forays out for meals. And a little dart over to the grocery store for Perrier, beer, and granola bars.
I read and listened to books, did laundry, and yoga. And, I attacked my annual photo culling project with a vengeance. And, I took a couple of naps. A totally fine lazy self indulgent time. And, I am OK with that. Doubt that Mr C would be fine with that – but then again he was the one who was always telling me to “slow down”. However, I always suspected it was because he wanted a little more attention than he was getting!
I miss that man – but he was pretty high maintenance!
According to Shamu the Phone – this is where I have been over the last 12 months. It is actually pretty scarey that Google knows all this. I presume that all the cell phone providers know where we have been. But, Google Fi makes a “feature” out of it. This makes it pretty had to run away from home!
Speaking of home. Two years ago today, I was getting serious about moving to The Asylum. Getting to acceptance? Or not.
By the way, this was not a technology free weekend – only and on-line free weekend.
Decided that I have been killing too much time putzing around online. At my age, I don’t have all that much time to kill! And, it only depresses me. So. I am leaving the 21st Century until after sunset on Sunday.
As a part of my widow recovery project – I took a beading class and set out on a project to make a beaded turtle purse. And, I even promised to have I done by the 1st anniversary of Carlton’s death. Well, it didn’t happen. But, yesterday, I found a home for that unfinished project. Which is not as good as finishing the project myself. But, it was a very close second. And, the aborted turtle purse project was a valuable step on The Widow Peg’s journey.
That is all until 8:10 PM or so tomorrow.
Took a “rain day” today. And, I accomplished almost nothing. But, are old women supposed to accomplish things? Aren’t we emerita members of society?
Thanks to Momma Nature –
Thanks to Momma Nature – the garden box is looking great. I sure didn’t do anything to deserve this lush response.
According to the Washington Post: “Professor Stephen Hawking thinks the human species will have to populate a new planet within 100 years if it is to survive,” the BBC said with a notable absence of punctuation marks in a statement posted online. “With climate change, overdue asteroid strikes, epidemics and population growth, our own planet is increasingly precarious.”
I am not all that sure that the human species deserves to survive. And, I don’t plan on leaving Earth. But, I can think of more than a few folks who could leave for parts extraterrestrial any day now. In fact, they couldn’t leave soon enough for me.