Nice nice sunny day today. I didn’t do very much but spent enough time outside to log 2 miles walking. Including
Easter Eggs Hunting with young team members.
For some unfathomable reason, employees are no longer called employees or staff. They are called Team Members. Not at all sure how that helps anybody. I found 3 eggs. And collected 3 pieces of chocolate from the dietitian team member.
Easter Eggs Hunt.
Hello, my name is Peg and I am old. No progress on learning to be old today. I am one day older, that’s all. On the plus side: I didn’t kill anyone today (yet). And I got my previously owned Kindle sorta working. (It will not connect to the asylum wifi. But, it connects to my phone’s hotspot. And that’s fine with me.)
Alexa just announced Happy Hour. Always listen to Alexa when she says Happy Hour. And. Hello, my name is Peg and I am old. That’s why I need to be reminded about Happy Hour.
I sent myself out in the rainy weather. Reminding myself that I have suitable clothes for a little rain. And a reminder that outside is essential for my mental health.
Yesterday, I got an email from Apple. That happens from time to time. Yesterday they wanted to sell me a book. (I have never purchased a book from Apple. Audiobooks yes. Word-kind books. No.)
So. this is what they want to sell me. Lion and Mountain Lion OS X manuals. Lion shipped in 2011. Mountain Lion a year later. Cinder might still be used. But that book is from 2012. In fact, all of those books are 10 to 20+ years old. What is Apple thinking? Apple surely knows that I run OS X 14.4.1 as of Monday afternoon.
On the other hand, I purchased an elderly Kindle the other day. Why? It was cheap and it has page turn buttons. I like page turn buttons. And my current even older Kindle is getting a little non-responsive. It has page turn buttons.
Awesome wall art – another reason to visit Iceland.
Hello, my name is Peg and I am old. When you are 80+ and you die. Nobody says “But she was so young”. They say “She had a long life”.
Old people know that falls are fatal. Joe Liberman, age 82, died from complications of a fall in his home. We also know that even if we survive a fall, we may end up with a seriously compromised quality of life.
Hello, my name is Peg and I am old. I will limit my jaywalking and bus chasing to direst emergencies. About once every 7 or 8 years I have a massive “splat” event. Always outside. On asphalt or concrete. I am about 2 years overdue a “splat” even. Maximum caution is required.
Chilly and rainy here today. So I cataloged more photos from 2023 today. I made it as far as Iceland. Something about Iceland just appeals to me. It’s a whole lot colder than Big Island, Hawai’i. But the islands are much alike.
If these were the signs that I could read – I can only imagine what the other signs said.
Signs like this one.
I was fortunate with the weather on last summer’s adventure. But, it was always better to be lucky than smart.
Hello, my name is Peg and I am old. Yes, I am still working on acceptance.
Hello, my name is Peg and I am old. So old that I appreciate the industrial-strength grab bars in my shower.
Today I have been thinking about coloring inside the lines. Coloring inside the lines does NOT come naturally to me. But, I think I need to start coloring inside the lines. Wait. Full stop. I need to color inside MY lines. I need to draw lines. And work inside MY lines. Not really sure where I am going with this line of thought. But, somehow, I think it’s important.
Remember. Old age is a journey, not a destination.
Going under Key Bridge. As viewed from the bar on deck 11 – Feb 8, 2024
A little over a month ago, I drank a Cosmo and enjoyed the optical illusion that “my” ship was going to run into the Baltimore Key Bridge. It didn’t cross my mind that 6 weeks later that bridge would be a total wreck at the bottom of the Baltimore Harbor.
The bridge isn’t that old as far as bridges go. 1977. (We have a Francis Scott Key Bridge in DC it’s from 1923)
Gratitude
Grateful that I can still do origami. That requires functioning eyes, fingers, and some brain cells.
Yesterday I gave myself an assignment: Come up with a plan for life’s last act.
I went to in-person yoga this morning. That took 4 buses and a little walking. So, I had time to think about “old age”. Or specifically “old Peg”. First I have to be able to say:
Hello, my name is Peg and I am old. Not: elderly, mature, aged, older, senior, advanced in years, up in years, getting on, in one’s dotage, long in the tooth, gray, gray-haired, gray-bearded, grizzled, hoary, past one’s prime, not as young as one was, ancient, decrepit, doddering, doddery, not long for this world, ripe, senescent, senile, superannuated, venerable, octogenarian, past it, over the hill, no spring chicken or even longevous. Hello, my name is Peg and I am old.
It shouldn’t be hard to accept that I am old. I see myself in the mirror. I feel my creaky bones, I have pains that never abate. I have to work at keeping my brain on task. I can not drink nearly as much as I once could. Some foods “don’t agree with me” anymore. I have “morning pills” and “night pills”. Hello, my name is Peg and I am old.
I was very very happy at the end of yoga class when two of the “younger” students remarked how hard the class was. When I started with this class it was a too easy class that I took in addition to several harder classes. Now this class is my hard class. Hello, my name is Peg and I am old.
Hello, my name is Peg and I am old. – That is as far as my plan for my last act has gotten today. Working on acceptance. Hello, my name is Peg and I am old.
According to my watch, I only walked a couple of miles today. My watch hasn’t a clue how hard yoga is. So, it is nagging me to get in another mile today. I don’t think so dear watch. I don’t think so.
The bleeding heart is carefully sneaking into bloom. Wondering if it’s really spring. I feel the same way. There is still a hint of chill in the air.
Hi there Carlton. Glad to see you are still testing me.
As you may recall Carlton was a fanatic about picking up coins. I almost walked right by these bashed-up pennies that I saw in the street. But, no. Carlton is just sending a message from wherever he is. I had to pick them up.
The Twilight Zone
Damn, I wish I were 50 years old again. With decades ahead of me. With energy to spare. With a man to love. With summer jobs in parks. And winters in Hawai’i.
How am I going to survive life’s last act? Figure it out as it plays out I presume. Or take up drinking. Strike that.
Note to self: Come up with a plan.
Always looking out for us here at The Asylum. Donuts are cheaper than prunes.
The donuts are usually OK. Not nice hot out of the grease donuts. But, still pretty good. Never tried the prunes. And the muffins are fine.
There it is. Soichi Noguchi’s UFO model which he assembled on the International Space Station back at the turn of the century. As mentioned, I don’t need to do this one again. But, I am glad that I made it.
I felt in dire need of a trip this morning. So I went a bought a bag of KitKat bars from the UK.
KitKat bars were actually “invented” in England in 1935. It was 1970 when they made it to the US. SO. KitKat bars are even older than I am.
A great day for doing nothing. And I do nothing really well.
But…7:20PM
After dinner with my friends and a couple of glasses of wine – the sun came out just in time to set.
Almost.
I did finish the model later today. I am pretty sure that I’ll not make another one – unless I get to be an astronaut. But, I am glad I made it. I think this is the first model I ever figured out just by looking at the finished product. I am too lazy to take a picture of the model tonight. Leaving that for tomorrow. Then I’ll pitch it out the window.
Today’s Spring Flower. Lavender, from my own huge lavender bush that wants to be a tree.
Winter is hanging on. Did a very little work on my garden box. It’s supposed to rain a couple of inches over the next few days. So, this seemed to be a good time to finish planting the plants that arrived a week ago. The box looks barren. I have to remind myself that the plants will grow. And fill up the empty spaces. If not this year. Next year. The goddess willing.
Doctor’s Order.
A retired doctor was a breakfast this morning. He mentioned that this fine ice cream was on sale starting today at the grocery next door. He also remarked that on occasion he borrowed storage space in a neighbor’s freezer so he could store extra ice cream. Ice cream. Just what the doctor ordered.
The addition of ice cream to my freezer reduces the space available for soup. I am hoping that soup season is coming to an end.
The Twilight Zone
Anthony Bourdain wasn’t able to escape his demons. Nevertheless, he left us with some great advice. “Eat at a local restaurant tonight. Get the cream sauce. Have a cold pint at 4 o’clock in a mostly empty bar. Go somewhere you’ve never been. Listen to someone you think may have nothing in common with you. Order the steak rare. Eat an oyster. Have a Negroni. Have two. Be open to a world where you may not understand or agree with the person next to you, but have a drink with them anyways. Eat slowly. Tip your server. Check in on your friends. Check in on yourself. Enjoy the ride.”
Didn’t go on a formal brisk walk today. But, I did enough running around to get in a little over 2.5 miles. Plus some good aerobics.
Alexa just said “This is a reminder Happy Hour”. Always obey Alexa.
Feeling irresponsibly boring today. I didn’t go out in quest of anything unboring. Today I just “was”.
I did get my yoga stretches in. And a short very brisk walk. It was cold. Just barely made 2 miles today.
It’s ½ done.
Think I will put the other half together and then try to get the halves together. I believe that is how Soichi Noguchi did it in his zero-gravity video. Perhaps I’ll sail it out of my window when I am done. That might get me kicked out of the joint! Maybe I could put a small helium balloon inside of it. That might get me arrested for violating the Capital Area air space. All manner of things I can do that will not be boring!
Can you imagine how boring it must be to spend months on the Space Station? Think I’ll put Scott Kelly’s book on my to-read list. Don’t know why I didn’t read it when it first came out. Guess I was “too busy”.
Another nice day. But the chill is expected back tomorrow. Today’s main event was wind. Made my 3 mile walk without any problem.
The Twilight Zone
Had to make a new entry in my Learning To Be Old List
10. No excuses – 5 minutes of yoga stretches every single day.
Turns out that one of my favorite DC Cherry Trees is loved by many and it is scheduled to become mulch (along with 150 other cherry trees) later this spring. Nothing nefarious. A seawall needs to be replaced.
And still it blooms. There is a lesson here.
I got a nice picture of the tree last spring. That’s better than going down to see it this year and knowing it’s “the last time”. Remember, I don’t like “last times”. There is a second lesson: Nobody is promised tomorrow.
WIP – Origami.
I am temporarily stymied. But remain optimistic that I can get it together. If not then off it goes to recycling.
Today’s Spring Flower. Pussy Willow. I failed to nail the focus on this one.
This shot would have been better with a “real camera”. I didn’t nail the focus. I am not even sure that I could have. And the fake bokeh is really bad.
The Twilight Zone
Rite of Passage: Turned in my driver’s license last week. Got my state ID yesterday.
Some Assembly Required.
In 2005 Soichi Noguchi, a Japanese astronaut on STS-114, assembled a model he called “UFO” and tossed it around the space station for a couple of days. That model is my next challenge. I know what it looks like. And I know the 32 parts are correctly folded. It remains to be seen if I can get them together.
20° cooler than yesterday. But nice and sunny. So, no complaints. Also, no excuse to not get outside for a small “brisk” walk. 2.5 miles.
Mostly today I thought about going on a trip. And I attacked another model from my new origami book.
12 pieces all folded and ready to assemble.
First, fold the structural members. I am feeling pretty good right here. How hard can it be to get them into a cube?
Not too sure about this.Not even close. Time to drink some coffee. And try again.Got It. It took about 50 minutes from 12 pieces to an acceptable cube.Today’s cube with the original cube.
These things can only go together one way. I have no idea how anyone figured out how to make the first one. And yes. This is useless. But no more useless than jigsaw puzzles, crossword puzzles, or Netflix binge-watching.
