life in the old lane

The day starts out sunny and fine.

The usual chaos at the office. Came home. And the House passed its version of Trump Care. Have a hard time calling it care. Trump Couldn’t Care Less?  

The only good thing is that the House seems to have removed the clause that exempted themselves from some of the parts of the bill as related to preexisting conditions. But, I wouldn’t be surprised to see it sneak back in. Vigilanti semper.  

I see that the medical profession including the AMA is lining up against the bill. Seems to me, if the AMA hadn’t been such an obstructionist – starting way in the 1940s – we wouldn’t be in this pickle… 

Anyhow – if you lose your insurance, or can no longer afford it – check out 

Mail Me To The GOP

On a happier note. I have had my fitbit for a little over 3 years. It was one of my more successful retail therapy acquisitions during Carlton’s last years. 

Almost 5,000 miles. Not too shabby for an old woman. 

Problem is – they thought they were on the 38B. 

Just puttering around with a new theme for now.  Don’t know if I’ll stick with it. I’ll go to dinner and think about it.

Had dinner last night with a friend. She is younger than I am and is living here because she is a hospice patient. She figured that she has enough money to stay in her condo until she dies. Or she could move in here and not have to worry about organizing her own end of days care.  She is just sure that she doesn’t want anymore “treatments” and she wasn’t happy with her earlier stay at the “best” inpatient hospice facility in the area.  She made the same decision that Carlton made – quality of days not number of days.

After dinner, I went to a lecture on World War III.  My friend said that was one of the only advantages of her prognosis was she really didn’t have to worry about World War III or the current (part time) resident of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.

Well, dinner is over. Think I’ll keep the new style for a couple of days. To comment – click on the date.

Yep, working on “old” photos this evening. And, waiting for the promised “big” storm. 

Pretty tranquil day in the life of an old woman. 

I notice a common theme in my life. I am always culling photos and always wishing I weighed 5 pounds less. 

But, culling photos found me this little gem. No photoshop tricks. Just light.

Speaking of photos, I decided not to enter any photos in the old fart’s art show. It is just not important. Maybe someday I’ll enter origami. But not photographs. I don’t know why. It is just how I feel. 

How’s this for junk mail. A free lunch and seminar about cremation. I like the “Travel and Relocation”. Well, Carlton “traveled and relocated”. Albeit in a USPS flat rate box protected by my wetsuit. And, the postage for that box was all the I paid for Carlton’s “disposition”. Wherever he is, I am sure that he feels that I was extravagant with the flat rate box. I should have put him in my carryon. Deal with it, Mr C.

Nobody gets out alive. Enjoy every sandwich.

Knew I was going to get a good day for street shooting – when not 3 blocks from the asylum – I find four blind guys making their way down the street.

As you can see, it was hot today. HOT HOT HOT. Late June weather in late April.

I doubt that the trolley pub would be a big hit here at The Asylum!

And so The Blog is launched into its 17th year. Thanks for checking in from time to time.

The blog has been around since April 28, 2001. On April 28, 2009 I went from a roll your own hand coded production to WordPress. 

 

Maybe, just maybe… Maybe I am not boring. Maybe OLD is boring.

Ah, but, if you look hard enough – there is always something happening – or not – at The Asylum.

You gotta love that sign – And do I see COMIC SANS as the font selection? I think so…

Told you this is an old folks home. A seriously design challenged old folks home. 

 

 

I am not bored. I just feel boing. Boring to myself and all living creatures. Even the pictures I took today were boring. 

Thinking about entering a photo in the Old Farts Art Exhibition. But, I haven’t printed anything in years larger than 5 X 7. And things that look great on the screen – look like crap when printed. And, I got rid of all of my “exhibition” frames. And, it has to be done in about 10 days. If I think long enough – it will be too late!

I have been looking at lamps for the last couple of months. So, of course – I get shown lots of lighting ads online. This one today amused me. “Outdoor ceiling lights” – Silly Peggy – I always thought that the outdoor ceiling was lit by Momma Nature and she used sun, moon, stars and urban light pollution to do the job.

I called out wet again today. In fact when I decided not to go to work … it wasn’t even raining. But it was going to rain; that was enough for me. 

Mostly attended to my personal bookkeeping chores. And, I remembered to send a birthday card to an old friend. 

And, I went to an “assembly” and a “club” meeting here at The Asylum – which is run a lot like a high school. Hence “assembly” and “club”. 

The most memorable thing from the “assembly” was “if the horse you are riding dies, get off”. According to Amazon that is the title of a book from the late 1990s. “This is a humorour allegory about education, well-intentioned people with unrealistic ideas, and a dead horse. Confused?”

The well-intentioned people with unrealistic ideas leads to the “club meeting”. At the Newcomers Club Meeting, management explained that they were developing a wonderful app for “your iPhone or iPad” that will let you make soon to be mandatory reservations for dinner. I am wondering how they are going to get the app on the App Store and what about us Droid people… 

Well, turns out it isn’t an app. But rather a web base application and the only iPhone/iPad part is a URL. Gotta love management’s understand of technology!

Then I realized that this isn’t the real problem. The real problem is expecting my 507 neighbors – 34% of which are between the age of 86 and 90 – to go online and make reservations for dinner. Stay tuned. Hundreds of little old ladies with walkers may die of starvation. 

My newest BFF says:

1. Naps are an activity
2. Reading is an activity
3. Carrot cake is a vegetable
4. Jelly beans are legumes and 
5. There are zero calories in birthday cake

I had a very active afternoon.

After listening to credit card horror stories… I did increase the automatic surveillances to my accounts. Did that this afternoon too. 

Finished planting the garden box this morning, with the addition of tarragon and basil. Basil being an annual and my tarragon was stolen last year. Someone dug up the plant. Some human. Or a tool using squirrel. See: The Great Tarragon Heist.

Went down to inspect my chicken coop today. I wondered if I had anything in it. Or if anyone was using it. I can never resist wandering around and looking in the cages.

I found this collection of midcentury Samsonite “Blue Marble” luggage. I think the only thing missing is the really cool round “hat box”. I hope it is in the owner’s apartment. 

I have been enjoying my bus people photography. And, I rather enjoyed taking pictures at The Asylum Spring Fling… Time to step up my people photography game. Not pictures of people. But pictures about people… Starting with me.