Today, I was trying to get flying things using my old Leica 14/150 lens. Bumble bees aren’t too hard.
Eastern Amberwing
No success with flying dragonflies. Had to settle for this little resting Eastern Amberwing.
We had a nice old fashioned Sunday dinner – chicken, mashed potatoes, mushroom gravy and overcooked green beans. (Mr C likes his green beans overcooked.) And today’s
Enjoy Every Sandwich: Think we’ll have chicken quesadillas. Maybe, I should make fish tacos. Gotta have guacamole and beer. So, the Mexican theme.
Not a very good Bug-In-Flight image. But, it is the best one from today.
White Cabbage Butterfly – Up close.
Lazy day today. My FitBit keeps trying to get me to go out and walk another 2,000 steps. Not happening. I did do yoga. But, the FitBit doesn’t give much credit for yoga.
Enjoy Every Sandwich: We’ll be having cheese burgers for dinner.
There used to be a bank and a dance studio across the street. Now all that is left is the bank vault. Who knew that banks really had vaults.
Flying Bee.
New photo project, flying insects. You have been warned. There will be more.
Lagniappe Ice Cream!
After I finished the bee project, I noticed people eating ice cream in the next block. I wander over, hoping to snag some photos. I snagged a BIG bowl of lemon sorbet instead. I am not sure why there was free ice cream behind this office building. And, yes, I ate the whole bowl. Enjoyed every bite. Every calorie.
Death watch for Mr C is on hold for the indefinite future. But, that doesn’t mean we have stopped –
Enjoying Every Sandwich: Grilled cheese and tomato is on tap for this evening.
SQL coding project is on track. It is better than working Suduko puzzles. Nevertheless, I left the stove on after lunch today. Mr C has been eying me suspiciously. I didn’t tell him that I left the stove on when I was in my 30s.
Trucks are verboten in Arlington. Exceptions are made for the important deliveries.
Nice day today. Cool and cloudy – sort of like a “bad” day in Kona in winter.
Enjoy Every Sandwich: One of my favorites today – turkey, swiss and coleslaw. Feeling a little lazy tonight – I might deploy sandwiches for the evening meal as well.
It is hot today. But, it is July. So, what do we expect?
Mr C is getting set to start another 6 weeks of radiation to his head. Maybe in a couple of weeks. I fear that he will start glowing in the dark.
I am back to writing SQL reports at the volunteer job. After 50+ years, I am still slinging code. Who would have guessed?
No reason to stop:
Enjoying every sandwich: Mr C’s fav – tuna melt. I am going to make chicken and rice for dinner.
I wonder if they make underwater housings for my new camera. I wonder – would I take an expensive camera underwater… Who am I kidding – no way. LOVE the new camera.
On April 10 we learned about Merkel Cell Carcinoma. The skin cancer that makes you wish you had melanoma. See post.
Today we saw Doctor Bobby. Doctor Bobby was happy. Doctor Bobby wants to nuke Carlton’s head for another 6 weeks. To “clean up” the rest of his scalp. The rest of his scalp has several non trivial infestations of squamous cell cancer. This is sort of a palliative move.
Mr C might have to move into the old folks asylum too at this rate! I’d better start looking at bigger units.
Carlton is in Merkel Cell remission/denial – but we are still
Enjoying Every Sandwich: Grilled ham and cheese – and maybe a beer for me.
Whilst doing my housework and cooking this morning – rather than listen to old time rock and roll – I thought. Thought about the old folks asylum.
The two “preferred” asylums have waiting lists. You have to pay to be on the waiting lists. Maybe 4 years down the road – there will be a streetcar stop out front of one of the asylums. (Note to self: Never make decisions on as yet unbuilt government works projects.) Our lease here runs thru April 2016. You have to pass a physical exam before they let you move into the asylum. The asylums cost big bucks. These are the “facts”.
Now, my plans
Plan A: Scrap the whole asylum idea and just wing it.
Plan B: Sign up for a nice as possible two bedroom unit assuming that Mr C will still be alive and able to pass the physical when a unit shows up. If no unit shows up in the next 16 months – well – that could be a problem.
Plan C: Also sign up for a tiny cheap studio for me. If Carlton is not able to pass the physical to get in – or if he is dead when the lease is up – I snag any studio that comes up. I can use it like a hotel room/insurance policy for me.
Plan D: If I end up in a studio – I can get on a list to upgrade myself to a nicer unit suitable for one person.
These asylums are called “Continuing Care Retirement Communities”. Once they take you in; they have to keep you. And take care of you, no matter what. That is the “insurance” component. And, it is what we/I need.
On the 41 bus. Not very friendly. Not at the old ladies asylum.
I made a stealth visit to one of the potential old ladies asylums this morning. I wanted to see it without a sales person being sure I didn’t see anything unpleasant. Wasn’t sure I could just wander around.
But, as luck would have it – today has been cloudy and cool. As a result the gardening committee was out in force. They were more than happy to talk to me. Especially since I volunteered to help with the weeding. One of the ladies took me inside to look at her apartment. I had only been in the more expensive models. She had lived in her apartment for over 10 years. It is one of the older/cheaper balcony free ones. A perfectly fine apartment. No view. No balcony. But never the less, fine.
The lady who showed me her apartment said that she was on hospice care – but that for now all that meant was they brought dinner to her and if she didn’t show up at the nursing unit by 9:30 every morning – someone would come check on her. BTW – her apartment was much more guest ready than mine is…
I tramped around the neighborhood. Your basic stripmalled America. It is just barely OK for those of us who are car-free. The tramping around took care of my FitBit for today. I got on the 41 bus and came back home. Mr C was waiting for his lunch…
This critter is a big slow and I “think” safe fly. It is a little bigger than a bumblebee. They lay their eggs in carpenter bee nests and the Tiger Bee Fly larvae eat the carpenter bee larvae.
Enjoy Every Sandwich: For the weekend, I made up some tuna salad. So, we’ll have tuna salad and tomato on wheat tonight.
Black Raspberries.
Today’s pictures were taken with the Leica 14-150 lens. And the new body. I have been taking pictures of bees, birds and bunnies… Not because I have decided to become a wildlife photographer. It is a good way to learn how to use the new camera. Bees don’t wait on the old fingers to find the new buttons. Berries are more forgiving.
I know I said no more bees on coneflowers. Or did I say bee butts on coneflowers? Anyhow…
Bee on Coneflower
These were taken with the old Leica 14-150 glass. And the new Olympus body.
Enjoy Every Sandwich: Grilled ham, cheese and tomato.
The world is looking a little crazy these days. Mr C just said of the Malaysian plane downing “That is the way wars start”. My question is “How would we know a war started? Everyone is shooting already.”
Where are the American young people these days? What is being said on our college campuses? Back in the day, we cared a whole lot about wars. But, we had the draft then too.
Just one picture today. That is all that I took. If Carlton isn’t “fine” as he says he is – these ladies will be catering Mr C’s wake. And the Aloha Boys will provide the entertainment.
Great weather here today. It is September weather in mid July. No trouble walking 5.5 miles today. Which is a good thing – because one of my coworkers made creampuffs for us. I had one. SO very worth the calories.
I did not get pie at the market. I got a melon and some heirloom tomatoes. Tomorrow, I’ll get peaches at the Ballston market. We live at the Virginia Square Metro stop. One stop east is Clarendon. One stop west is Ballston. We don’t have a farmers market at our stop. But we have a Starbucks. And a fine Korean store/deli.
Enjoying Every Sandwich: Roast beef and cheese. (And tomato)
