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I need a shower tonight as I'm waking early tomorrow morning to go volunteer at a local computer charity. Actually not really local as it is in a near by city, but I can get rides there. I think I can get those rides for free. I went to that charity Monday for a computer class and didn't pay for those trips.
I thought a tarantula was on my left ear, but when I tried to clear it away, I found a gnat like bug, talk about over exaggerated feeling.
Now to find some night clothes and take a shower.
One thing I don't get is why some people think smoking is cool. I think having healthy lungs is cool. I rather be able to breath easier than using those cancer sticks.
...and some wonder why I still prefer old Win 7.
It simply works with no "funny stuff" or unwanted surprises.
...well....save for one morning a couple years ago when woke up to find MS Edge started installing on my system after I booted up for the day I halted the process and aborted it hen delete the update file.
Turned out it was a "mandatory forced security update" (even though this was a couple years after 7's EOL) which downloaded through a different service than the normal update path. Fortunately it didn't recur after that.
My default browser has always been Chrome, not IE, so something of a mystery why it would try to install over a competing browser that still supported Win 7 at the time.
I'm going back home. I volunteered at a computer charity this morning. I picked up my desktop while I was there.
then I went to the mall I used to work at. I talked to the new GM at my old job. Told her my health issues are much better. I also am available for seasonal work. And I have no job which probably implies I need one.
Non Complaint. Well, the Doctor said the lesion in my Sella area (sella turcica, the bony structure that houses the pituitary gland, and can lead to various neurological and hormonal issues) isn't causing any problems. I still need to get my HorrorMoans (pun intended) checked.
Non-compliant. All bone marrow came back negative, which leads to more testing of the Immune system. The testing is due to low platelet counts. Morrow is pumping them out at a greater number than usual, but my system is burning them up. Monday is a follow-up with the Doctor at Siteman Cancer Center,
complaint: Random attack of vertigo today. Had to give up on hoping it would subside on its own (sometimes I get lucky) and took some meds. Waiting for them to kick in, hoping if I counter with enough caffeine they won't knock me flat. I don't have time for this nonsense.
complaint: People who draw anime characters with outfits that only work because they're drawn onto them that way. Because of course that's the one Teen Kiddo is going to take a shine to and want for their Halloween outfit.
non-complaint: Teen Kiddo accepted it with grace when I had to point out that when you add physics into the equation, there is literally no possible way to get the fabric to do what it does in the picture. They are also merciful and willing to go with a "close enough" or "in the spirit of" as the exact accessories don't exist for what they want (sewing I can do; forging metal, not so much). And they found stuff on Amazon that would work for it. (Holy buckets, the world of options just a click away now!! Where was this in 1995-2008 when I was heavily into costume design?? The things I could have made!!)
I need to find my wings again before it gets too close to Halloween. I misplaced them somewhere in my room.
Yes, there are a lot of costumes and props available with a click of a button, but there needs to be money available to give to the company such as Amazon.
I can shop at Amazon, for Christmas gifts, but first I need to get some paychecks. I put a word into the new GM's ear that I'm available for work. That is the one at my previous job.
Non-complaint: Music to DAZ by: Browsing YouTube this morning I stumbled on a new compilation of "The Florida Suite"
by Frederic Delius, an English composer in the late 1800s. Based on his remininsces of his early, short, failed stay in Florida managing an orange plantation. Back in the 1800s Florida was still wild country. Little of that is left today although driving across the southern half from east to west coast, still does have large swathes of open, nearly natural land, swamps, rivers and woods. Over the last 60 years I've driven that route many times. This music and images is a good representation of my impressions of wild Florida. Soft, flowing, introspective music. As one lady in the comments says, it was "her ironing music". Enjoy.
Non-complaint: Ah, Florida! At least the Florida I remember from the 50s, 60s, 70s, & 2000s. First went to Florida with my parents in the early 50s as a 3 or 4 year old. I barely remember Parrot Jungle in the Miami area, probably only because of the photos that still exist. Although, I do remember long stretches of rickety, narrow, wooden bridges over the swamps, that scared me even at that age.
Then when I was eight we again drove down from Western NY State in 1956 in a brand new, red & white Pontiac Catalina to visit my uncle(father's brother) who had established his doctor office in the Melbourne area on the East Coast. The first in the area to not segregate his clients. Black and white waited in the same waiting room, got the same level of treatment. They had a typical Florida tract-home, but they had a shower, my first time using a shower instead of a tub. My father was there to get a job at Cape Canaveral. We lived in a cottage on the beach, a wild empty place back then. Dad didn't get the job and we returned to NY. I remember at that time when the beaches were undesirable places to live, the nature was healthy and the water glowed with plankton at night, mile long strings of pelicans glided majestically up and down the coast, coquina thrived in the beach sand, manatee were obstacles in the river, dolphin played in the river, needlefish were the bane of the fishermen, turtles came ashore to lay their eggs, and the beaches were devoid of people except those living in cottages not much better than huts amongst the palmetto scrub.
Then in 1960, when I was 12, my uncle the doctor took his big family (5 kids, in two cars) around the US to various national parks, and stopped in Western NY state where they added me to the bundle for the summer and returned home to Florida. During the trip it was my first time at a McDonalds. When we got back to Florida they were in a brand new ranch style house on a hill (yeah, a hill in Florida
) next to the Indian River. The price back then was $50,000 but today would be a million dollar home, with 50 feet of windows looking out over a large swath of land down the hill to the river, lots of palms, and they even had a garage under the house. The land that the house was built on turned out to be right over an old Ais Indian village, and their yard was constantly producing pottery shards.
I graduated high school in 1966 and was accepted at Florida Institute of Technology in Melbourne, just 5 miles from my uncle. I stayed in the dorms at college but would often walk to their home for visits. I went through three years of college fine, but by my senior year I had entered my "Hippy" stage and didn't finish college until 1978. I started work at the Kennedy Space Center about 1974. I met my Max in 1981. We moved to Orlando in 1982, then to Washington, DC in 1983 until he died in 1994. After 911, computer work in Washington changed and I lost my job and ended up back in Florida staying with my aunt in the big house, which was now empty because my uncle had died and all the kids were doctors with their own practices in far flung part of the state. I was there for 6 years, being the handyman around the house, i.e. repairs, maintenance, driver, butler, snake killer, squirrel ejector, etc. Also, during those years I house-sat the house during 6 hurricanes while my aunt scurried off to one of the kids homes, whoever happened to be on the other side of the state. I finally returned to my roots here in western NY State in 2008 where I've been ever since. So I remember a lot about Florida. I've watched it go from paradise, to lost.
Yep, that's the one.
The "I Love Lucy" gang took a convertable model in their episodes that went to Florida.
Non-compliant: It has been dry for the last couple of weeks. Then it rained all day yesterday, my dried-up lawn loved it.
Finally going home. Got $25 to divide between 2 days of the faire. The NC faire.
non-complaint/complaint hybrid: Vertigo significantly reduced today... I've upgraded from "ship on stormy seas" to "don't turn your head too fast". So... not great, but way better. I'll take it.
complaint: Yesterday I had to give Teen Kiddo a heads-up that if I was acting off, it was just the vertigo getting me, with the hope that a warning might prevent -- or at least lessen -- panic and/or nasty flashbacks. No kid should have to see their father pinballing drunkenly down the hall, or find them passed out on the kitchen floor. I hate that my kid lived through that, and I hate that I can't even lie down and close my eyes to try to get the world to stop spinning without worrying that it'll bring that back to the surface for them.
I have been in one 'Violent Storm Force 11' storm while in a ship. I was 10-ish (1974?), and ships had no stabilisers at the time. It was a Ferry across the North Sea from Hamburg ('West Germany' as it was) to Harwich (UK), the trip grew from 12 hours to 24 as the ship stood into wind while the storm intensified and the sea went insane. The waves hit the bow with a force that literally slammed the whole ship backwards, broke over the bow and due to the strength of the storm the spray landed behind the ship. Once my brother & I could get on an open deck (no mean task as the windward doors were held shut by the strength of the wind and the downwind doors ripped open with terrifying speed trying to flip us over the railings and off the ship) the decks were dry. It was HUGE fun for those who didn't feel seasick. Running down the internal corridors was like being a human rollercoaster, one moment heavy, the next barely able to touch the deck, careering from side to side as the ship corkscrewed. Brilliant. The 4 wavelets of vomit slopping back & forth over the toilet floors were less fun, but kids make the best of what they get - we slid across the floor like we were roller skating or on ice. The only thing that made me queazy was the next morning in the canteen. Seeing a heap of scrambled egg judder and wobble in sympathy with the waves and the opaque yellow ouse that dribbled out of the heap with each lurch was enough to make anyone's stomach turn, storm or no storm. My mother (who was nominally in charge of my brother & I) did what she always did in the ferry, literally turned a shade of green in the harbour, went to bed & stayed there for the entire trip. She was a dreadful sailor at the best of times, and with a smooth trip she simply couldn't move without being sick, a Force 11 must have been her worst nightmare made real.
Sorry, that was a non-complaint memory triggered by 'I've upgraded from "ship on stormy seas"'. I hope things get better for you @SilverGirl.
Regards,
Richard
I would've been in your mother's position... I joke that the ladybug ride at the amusement park is too much for me -- because it's funny to think anything so tame could send one running for a bucket -- but it did. The ride is a circular track with two small hills, and you sat in a "car" shaped like a ladybug and go around on it. Mom kept putting me on it to go with my little brother because he loved it. It took a while for me to get across that I was saying I hated it because it made me sick, not just that I thought it was too baby-ish. Oddly enough, I could go on roller-coasters till the cows came home with no issues. Not sure if that still holds true or not, as it all seems to have gotten easier to set off as I've gotten older.
It's a bit of a pain as Teen Kiddo has always loved rides, and a lot of them require an adult to go with you on them (or did when they were smaller). Thankfully one of my BFF's adores rides as well, so I'd invite him along with us, pay for his wristband, and send the two of them off to cavort. They both had a blast, and I didn't barf. Win for everyone.
I am at a intro to computer class. We are going over the basic web browser stuff. I found out if I am typing a post and press ctrl P it can print only the stuff in this box. Not the whole page.
Ctrl P does not bring up a print window when a game is on top.
Sounds like a storm I rode through on the USS Stein back in the 80s. Another thing to note about the USS Stein is that a Giant squid attacked it.
The USS Stein (FF-1065) is the only documented naval vessel known to have been attacked by what is believed to be a giant or colossal squid, making it a unique incident in modern Naval history.
The 1978 Attack
In 1978, while operating in the Pacific Ocean on anti-submarine duty, USS Stein’s AN/SQS-26 sonar dome malfunctioned unexpectedly. Upon return to port and drydocking, engineers discovered deep scratches and tears in the rubber “NOFOUL” coating of the sonar dome, covering over 8% of its surface. Embedded in most of the scratches were large, curved claws, resembling those found on squid suction cups but far larger than any previously known species of squid
Apparently there are better ways to take care of the bug on the bathroom sink than c4.
I think H.P. Lovecraft might have some theories...
If you 'had' beeen sick it would have demonstrated to everyone in range, that the ride really did make you feel ill.
Yeah, thankfully it didn't get quite that far. I'm not sure how many rounds it took, but that last one was a pretty close thing, and I guess I looked green enough that Mom was like, "Wait, is it making your tummy icky, sweetheart? Is that why you don't like it?" She felt really bad about it once she realized.
These days I'd probably be out after one ride. I can't even do a standard playground swing without wanting to urp.
I'm a variant of Ariel. I am the one with a blue tail (blue jeans). I'm on the way to the state fair. Hope I have fun.
edit: I want to see the chicks. I hope they have the chicks with their slide. Can't remember if that was the NC state fair I saw them or the VA state fair?
My computer just told me the local time. I think one of my new apps is a talking clock. Not sure which one.
complaint: Took the kids to an outdoor farmer stand to get pumpkins. We pick that one because it's always pretty sparse mid-day mid-week, but of course the one other person there was wandering around hacking up a lung into open air. No mask, not even covering her mouth. When did the basic decency of not spraying your infection everywhere go out of style?
When ... (anything else I write will get me in trouble.)
Complaint: I took my car in for its semi-annual oil change and due to a weird 'knocking' sound. New tires and rear bushings (next week). I have been asking if my tires were okay for years, one always going flattish. If someone had really looked hard at my car they would have seen the cracking and rusting on the original bushings. The tires are finally flat enough to be replaced. The new ones are great. And in time for maybe the first snowy flakes in Denver next week (or not). But by the end of next week, I will have my 19.5-year-old van in safe, road-worthy shape again. I just need to build up my savings again. Better than buying a new car. But I find I am not in a buying mood for 3D for some reason.
Observation: Oh, I got to ride in a Tesla yesterday during a Lyft ride. Rough, no comfort in the back seats and the screen was huge with multiple panes that kept resizing and showing different stuff. And the car tried to eat my iPhone. I so do not want a new car if that is what you are paying for. My first car in the early 1970s had better seats. My second car had better controls, as did my third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and now seventh. In that string was a right-hand drive I used in the U.K. and I loved it.
And people wonder why I loved my '98 and '03 Buick LeSabres even though they were very used when I got them. Got the '98 in 2003, drove it to 2013, then the '03 until 2020. Both had more than adequate power, got 25-31 mpg on regular gas, and easily fit 5 adults with long legs in smooth, quiet, plush comfort. Both made it to 100,000 miles.
Cars these days are $70,000 over electrified plastic crates.
And what's with the door handles on Teslas? Flush and overly inconspicuous on the outside. And hidden, yet easily accidentially activated on the inside.
I sometimes get an Uber driver with a Tesla and it drives me nuts trying to get the door open, in or out. Word of the day, "ergonomics".
And don't get me started on that stupid trapezoidal "truck".
Elon, stick to rockets,
you done good there.
Complaint: It's been raining all week. Stops tomorrow though.
Non-complaint: Wheee... a mini-adventure tomorrow. Symphony buddy is taking me to a symphony in Erie, Pennsylvania (60 miles west of here). An evening performance. Dinner along the way. I'm glad he's driving, I turn into a pumpkin after 10:00 PM And I think I'll also have him stop at a fruitstand to let me pick up a basketball sized pumpkin for Halloween. Wheee... I get to carve it, light it, and display it on the porch.
I rarely get trick-or-treaters but the invitation is up. Maybe the neighbors in the the other half of the house will drop by with their three kids.
My ex's car when I started dating him was a LeSabre... not sure the year, but it had the DynaRide System, which as far as I was concerned was as bad as the ladybug ride. Didn't last long before he totaled it. Replacement was also a LeSabre, but newer, and without that nonsense. Seemed like there was always something going wrong with that thing, but I suspect it wasn't the car's fault. After he totaled that one the second time (with another accident or two in between) he got a third that was closer to the vintage of the first one, bought all new tires for it, and within about a year got pulled over with a BAC of 0.27 and lost his license. In early 2020 it was found parked blocking traffic and towed. The notification got sent to my house since he hadn't updated the title after he lost the legal right to be here. He hadn't informed me of his address as he was legally required to do (because kids), so even if I'd been feeling charitable, I couldn't have told the tow place where to find him. As far as I'm aware, he had no idea where it went, and the tow company sold it. Play stupid games... I still get collections notices to the house for the tires he charged. Guess he figured since he no longer had the car, he shouldn't have to pay for them?
My first was a late 80's Cutlass Sierra... man I loved that car. Dad and I spent the first weekend I had it making it road-worthy. Often the driver's side exterior handle would spontaneously stop working so I'd have to open the passenger side and crawl across. I didn't care. I was sixteen, so it was all an adventure. (I learned to disassemble the door and fix it myself.) The few times it broke down, it was always something minor and it was always polite enough to do it where I was safe and help readily available. Even the time it did it 100 miles from home, it was right next to a shop that had the part in stock. I cried when Dad broke it to me that it was rusty enough that he was worried it wouldn't hold up in a crash. I still sometimes dream I'm driving it. A/C I gave up on and a tape deck Dad showed me how to install on my birthday, and every ride felt like freedom.
Current sedan is 20+ years and still going strong. Hoping it hangs in there a long time yet. All the tech on the new ones just seems like more potential points of failure... and I've got some great memories in this one, too, chasing the sunset to Colorado and a thousand little adventures with my kids. I'm sure it'll break my heart when I have to let it go, too.