I have made my family promise to hold an intervention for me if I buy one more #tool as it's likely a replica of one I already bought for a single, specialized project and we all know I'm going to hire someone younger anyway.
Near radio silence on certain hashtags, such as #BlackMastodon, #BlackFriday, BlackJoy. Even the superlovely #OldPeopleOfMastodon and #BackyardNature, for example. Where are they? Not only hashtags -- just friendly people who reached out in some way to make "social media" social. (Will try to fix this thread as I seem to have totally botched it)
Jean-Michel and I made our final ride of the campaign today. I noted the grass grows more slowly now. Our fair-weather trappings have been put up for another year and Jean-Michel is off to receive his "winterization." I'm not sure what that means but for myself, it involves a fireplace, an ample supply of books and bourbon. I shall place my pen-knife and cavalry kazoo on the fireplace mantel and dream of Spring.
How to tell that it's an old retired person packing for a vacation.
Me: "What clothes should I take?"
Mrs. Miasma: "Pack everything that doesn't have holes and still fits.
Me [twenty seconds, 3 t-shirts and 1 pair of jeans later]: Ready!
@mmiasma
Her: You can't take your big suitcase, the rental car isn't big enough.
Me: Okay. [triages stuff into smaller luggage]
...two days later...
Her: You're snoring. Why didn't you bring your C-PAP?
Me: ...
I had a routine eye check-up today. Apparently, I'm about ten years out from needing cataract surgery, I have mono-vision (which some people would kill for according to my doctor) and most importantly, the ladies in reception learned that it's unwise to let me fill out my own patient information form.
I tend to follow a "free-form/literal" approach in my answers to the medical and administrative questions. They won't make that mistake again.
We're heading back east to visit some very good friends in Detroit. We'll be traveling through South Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana and finally Michigan.
My souvenir goal for the trip? I want a cow figurine from Wisconsin crafted entirely from cheese.
Also, I'm worried about Indiana. We're staying a night in South Bend and I'm trying to figure out how to hide the fact that I don't believe in "Touchdown Jesus" or Notre Dame football.
At least 6% of people 60 and older (including me) have a vitamin B12 deficiency. Symptoms can include memory issues and confusion, feeling tired, depression, irritability, and/or difficulty in walking or speaking. The deficiency can develop at any age but the likelihood increases with age. The symptoms are easy to dismiss with “well, I'm just getting old.”
A blood test will tell you if you are B12 deficient. In many cases it can be treated with oral B12 supplements.
I was puttering in our garage today and found some old ratchets I inherited from my wife's granddad when he passed. I'd forgotten I had them and left them in a toolbox where they rusted.
My upbringing makes it a sin to let tools rust. It's a betrayal of those that made them. It's also a concession. A signal that you're giving up on that part of the future. You're no longer willing to fight the daily entropy.
Time to make them right because I haven't given up.
I'm attempting to upgrade my Linux Mint 19.3 (Tricia) LTS OS to 20 (Ulyana) also LTS.
If you never see me or hear from me online again, know that it has been a pleasure getting to know you all and take comfort that although I was unable to navigate the complexities of modern computing to the next level of upgrade, I'll have moved on to my new hobbies of rag picking at the local dump and unwelcome free-form beat poet in residence where ever I find an unlocked door.
Well, the imaginary rodeo clowns that were dancing the Fandango on my kidneys and lower back finally left town for another rodeo today. I'm feeble and rickety but I'm grateful to be back vertical.
Probably not going to get two vaccines on the same day ever again. I'm too old to take many more of these kind of ass-kickings. Plus, it's just not good for my pride.
Me to Mrs. Miasma: "How you feeling after the COVID booster yesterday?"
Mrs. Miasma: "I'm okay. My shoulder is really sore and I'm not going to win any races today. How about you?"
Me: "I feel like late last night in my dreams, I mocked rodeo clowns at a bar. They came out of my dream (there were six of them) and they shoved me down and kicked the hell out of me. Also, both my shoulders hurt from the shots."
How old am I?
I'm so old I had to buy a circular slide rule for college because the cheap six-inch jobbie I used in high school wasn't gonna cut it for calc and physics. #OldPeopleOfMastodon
Making a Bank2Bank transfer disappears into a 2-4 day black hole before showing up as a debit. That is 2-4 days of frantically trying to remember if I made the transaction or dreamt it. Don't banks know they have #OldPeopleOfMastodon as clients??