It’s late Sunday and I’m finally posting this thing. I’m getting out of blogging, for a while. I’ve been having problems lately. My memory is going, my temper is getting shorter and more random and things I should be able to do are becoming more difficult. Last week I posted 25 words or so and didn’t say anything. I’ve decided to retire for a while. Everything is beginning to bother me but I can’t post it coherently. So, it’s better to keep my mouth shut and not make an ass out of myself. I don’t have all that many followers so a lot of people won’t be put out by my absence.
I’ll be back when I’m better. See you in the funnies.
It finally happened this weekend. Ruben, the super, came over and finished the purge. He hauled all of the trash consisting of books on cassette, over-sized clothes and books the library won’t take to the great dumpster in the sky. The coda was preceded by a visit by my nieces and a grand nephew. The overture was highlighted by tossing n organ out of a window. Think about it. Noise. Splintering wood. An open place. Perhaps some forethought would have saved them, but I wanted them gone and impulse control wasn’t turned on.
Hi, I had something else planned for today but stuff happened. Once I get a hand on WordPress’ new page set-up. I must be missing notifications because my post is being entered in a new format. There were supposed to be some visuals with my bloviating.
The building super spent this morning clearing out the front room of the apartment. I helped, some. We were soaked with sweat about twenty minutes into the job. I moved detritus out to the hall and he loaded it onto the truck. He made a run to the library with most of the books I’ve accumulated since the last purge. (Read major clean-up) My nieces were in the night before to pick out anything they wanted from what their mother had left behind. There was a ton of stuff neither I nor they wanted. My niece Michelle is a no-nonsense type. She hunkered into the stuff and began filling trash bags without remorse. Her sister is a tad sentimental and if left to her own devices would save most, Michelle, no freakin’ way She tossed stuff into garbage bags like a Price is Right contestant trying to find the price tag for a brand new car, But even with her efforts stuff had to go. The super should meet Michelle, they’d make a lovely pair. She’d toss and he’d haul. So this morning the super and I hit the remainder and for me it was as close to my cardio work out. Heart rate up, lots of sweat out. We got it down to two items. I’ve got pictures of how he got and organ and a hutch out. Wait until next week.
I’ve been doing walking meditation on the treadmill at the gym. I keep the pace reasonable and crank up the elevation. I start with Step, Step, Step and fall into the zone. I have to hang onto the rails because my balance kinda sucks and falling off the treadmill is a no-no when you’re walking. For those ultra-long distance runners falling it’s entertaining. ( Don’t tell me you haven’t thought that)
My new addiction is Rehab Addict on the DYI Network. A nice blond lady rehabs houses,
See you in the funnies. Be nice to one another. Pay it forward.
In New Britain the Stanley family made money. They don’t any more but if you go into any tool section of Wal-Mart or hardware store, you’ll find Stanley Tools. I worked for Stanley Works, as we in town call it, and avoided getting fired by joining the military. They gave the town a lot but mainly two parks, Stanley Quarter and A.W. Stanley Parks. Here’s some shots of the parks:
I’ll be taking more pictures, hopefully better and introducing where I live to the people who follow me.
See you in the funnies. Oh yeah, I’m officially retired as of this week and have the Medicare card to prove it.
The Toshiba is back in the shop. One more trip and I’m buying a shotgun and using it on the laptop. It seems fair, the thing is giving me an ulcer.
Walnut Hill Park was designed by Olmstead. He also did Central Park and some others in Connecticut. Now the weather’s better, I’ll take more shots of the local parks.
See you in the funnies. RIP Tommy Ramone.
This is where I went to talk to various military types prior to my getting a “Congratulations, your number has been chosen” letter notifying me that I was eligible for a vacation in Southeast Asia. I didn’t want to go but was too much of a coward to join an organized movement or leave the country. It still stands, empty. Hopefully still with the post office boxes that were gilt on the door and a combination lock. I visited every week to check the F.B.I.’s Ten Most Wanted List just in case I passed one on the street. The walls were too thick and there wasn’t enough space inside for everything concerning mail.
This is what we have now. From this angle the cars look like piglets suckling on an emaciated sow. It’s too modern, and there’s no Ten Most Wanted List inside. There’s no art involved. It’s just another faux modern building erected to keep the profile low and look efficient. The mail boxes are grey metal and dull. The only entertainment is waiting in line with people who truly have no idea how the Post Office functions. You go in with a plan; if you need stamps have enough money to pay, if you’re shipping have an idea of the weight and have enough money to ship it. In other words think before you go in.
Odd bits: Glasses for TV and general wear have gone from optional to mandatory. New reading glasses are coming. Getting older is a bitch. The cataracts are slowly getting worse but the eye doctor knows about it and is watching. Finally figured pictures to blog out.
Have a good week and enjoy the weather.