The Shape of Things to Come

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My wife took this pic of a sculpture outside someone’s home not far from the area where we live

Weather continues to be lovely here in Florida.

I am increasingly focused on my programming.

Currently I am working on an animated SVG logo.  If you don’t know what I mean, click on the TECH menu option above this post.

Bad news from NY:  my mother is not doing that well — very sad, but unfortunately part of life — of becoming very old.

It is difficult to deal with from a distance, but I am calling her every day in the hospital, and hope to see her in a few weeks — after I get my second COVID shot.

I’m getting the feeling that this year that things may suddenly and without notice be quite different going forward.

Meanwhile, I continue to get physically healthier — as I go on increasingly vigorous walks with the dog.

Yet I remain suspended in time, waiting, trying to remain calm over worries re my mother’s severely declining health, while sensing a change afoot.

The FLA era may be coming to some inevitable conclusion.

 

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What a Racquet!

tennis racquet

My wife’s new Wilson Clash Britto racquet arrived via UPS yesterday; just in time for her weekly tennis séance on Monday with her pro.

It’s almost too beautiful to play!

Despite it being gorgeous out, I spent a lot of the day yesterday figuring out the best and most economical way to transfer 6000 pics from my wife’s old Galaxy S8+ to her new iPhone.

There is no fast, straightforward way to do this, due to various limitations on upload speeds to the cloud, capacity issues with iCloud, Google Drive, as well as the whole USB Type-A Type-C thing you have to deal with on an iPhone.

I sat far away on Sunday from the T-Mobile sales clerk when they set up her new accounts on T-Mobile and Apple, and I was not happy with some of the screwy things that were done.

But it is her phone, and I did not want to interfere — as if the phone were mine (though I paid for it!).

At any rate, yesterday I had to spend a lot of time moving files around.  I did fill up 92 % if her 15GB free Google Drive with as many pics as I could (I partitioned them by year in different folders) and also put some in the measly 5GB of storage that Apple gives you for free on its iCloud platform.

But I still have about 17GB left on  the SD memory card (which I could not just stick it in the iPhone) that needs to be in a place my wife can access, other than on my own computer — which has 1 TB of storage; but I don’t like being interrupted when I am programming for requests such as… do you mind if I find that pic?….it’ll only take a second.

So my solution is going to purchase a high capacity (maybe 200GB) dual USB type A / B stick, which my wife can use to access her 2019-2020 photos (the remaining 17GB that she cannot get to from her iPhone), as well as transfer files when her phone fills up.  Nice and simple solution, and no monthly fees.

I was looking over the iPhone, while doing all this.  Gorgeous phone, but I can’t believe you cannot log off Goggle Drive or Gmail:  you literally have to uninstall these apps in order to log off.  Weird.

Pretty sure down the road my wife will let me have some fun using her iPhone to take snaps of Poochie, but for now, I have had enough of playing Help Desk for my wife.

I am eager to start programming Kilma, a simple app idea that I am going to develop as a learning exercise to improve my grasp of JS and SVG.  Should be able to put together something nice in a few days, then throw it up on CodePen next week.

Lastly, one last word about the Delta 8 Gummies I talked about in the previous post.

What happened after a few hours… after ingesting a single gummy…. is that I got the munchies, then felt so relaxed that I suddenly felt compelled to nap at 6PM and did not awake till 9 that evening.

It was a deep, extremely relaxing nap — and I woke up feeling calm and refreshed.

I am going to reorder the gummies, as I said earlier, but also maybe the tincture to see if a drop of that in my tea adds a little something in terms of dealing with the aches and pains of being almost 70.

Speaking of tea, I have a giant rosermary bush that grows in a pot in my garden.  I planted it a year ago, and now it is huge and thriving.

I just discovered that you can make rosemary herbal tea (just cut off a sprig, and place it in boiling water).  Apparently this tisane is quite relaxing, and reduces anxiety.

I’ll write about that experience in a future post.

The best way to travel

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Sugar Beach on the Intercoastal Waterway

This is a blog about a hermit who loves to travel, but, alas seldom does of late.

For many reasons — Covid-19, of course, but also, a feeling of maybe trying to work it out in post-Trump America (turns out to be a hopeless case, alas), and also a sense of loyalty to a young GSD bitch who has done nothing but love me.

I took her for a walk at a secluded place I call Sugar Beach this morning, early.  It was empty for quite a while, and when people (aka “the covidians”) finally showed up, I immediately left.

Geeva had a lovely time.

She has liked coming here since she was a puppy, and it pleases me to make her happy.  It is also good for my back pain rehab:  after all, I was in the ER room but nine days ago.

Things are now quite different.

A sense of epicurean calm and purpose has descended on me.

I shall do the epicurean things that old men like myself are wise to do — detach from politics, think about death as nothing more than the cessation of being, attempt not to bargain with absent deities for some mythical afterlife, work on regaining and staying healthy and fit, pursue a hobby (my programming project), read widely (from my eclectic library), enjoy memories of the past, but savor the present, every deliberately slowed-down moment of it, and plan for future travels this Fall (I am dreaming of Istanbul and Alghero), after various things have settled down.

Here are some pics I took of Geeva at Sugar Beach this morning.

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After we returned home, she plopped down next to me on the hermit’s bed I sleep on, and we listened to Mike Pinder’s Thinking is the Best Way to Travel.

Indeed, for now, that will have to do,