Saturday, February 10, 2024

My Day

Yesterday, we went out at noontime to pick up the usual weekly groceries, down in Macungie at the Nice Weis.  By the end of the day, my stomach was upset and I didn't know what I'd done to deserve it.  I got through the night without regurgitating anything, and in the morning PG and I made out another shopping list.  Time for a bland diet, at least for a few days.

This time, we went to the nearby Giant, because I knew it carries Vernor's, and ginger ale was one of the items on the list.  By the middle of the day, PG had made a pot of chicken soup and a bowl of applesauce with cinnamon.  We also had fresh bananas, a box of Rice Krispies, and a loaf of Sara Lee Butter Bread for toast, which is the "T" in a BRAT bland diet.  

Back home, I napped deeply enough that vivid dreams occurred, none of which I can remember now.  Other passive activities:  watched the first half hour of Harold and Maude; read chapter 2 of Surrounded on Three Sides, a book first published in 1958 with pop culture references like Norman Vincent Peale and radio-TV columnist John Crosby, both of whom are forgotten today.  I got them, though, and even look forward to digging for more information if the author drops a name unfamiliar to me.

Tragedy, Farce, Etc.

2016:  #ButHerEmails
2024:  #ButHurSays

Thursday, February 8, 2024

One More Thought

Watched Nuremberg on Tivo and was astounded as ever to see the hundreds and thousands of German citizens who enthusiastically sieg-heiled throughout the reign of the Third Reich.  Smiles on their faces, right arms raised high.  Were they all really true believers at that point?  Wonder whether any of that film had been shot in Dresden.  If so, wonder how many of that group of people survived.

Thoughts While Scrolling

I'm not paying close attention... well, in a way I am, following political Xitter and Bluesky regularly, but more on the Headline News level than in depth.  OK, that said...

Things I've read online, things I've seen or at least heard about on TV, and I haven't heard or read this next put this way:  anti-Trump people are working together with the same goal.  Extreme example: Liz Chaney (who, it must be admitted, was plugging her book) and Rachel Maddow.  True, neither of them are in office, so it's not the best example of politics-makes-strange-bedfellows, I get that...

Being anti-Trump has brought them together, and they're working together without getting deeper into political beliefs.  They treat each other with respect.  If MAGA is defeated, then won't that respect carry over into day-to-day governing?  

These days, the overview seems to be that Democrats think Republicans are evil and out to destroy America, and Republicans are just as sure the opposite is true.  In the good old days, it is said, they'd disagree without being disagreeable, and after the day's battle would go out together for drinks.  So I'm thinking, isn't all this working together now going to help down the road, too?

Fooled twice, almost

There was something in the New Yorker that referenced someone whose TikTok videos were popular.  I followed the link... and you know what?  I'm not going through the details of what happened after that.  It's enough to say that they now have a junk mail email address of mine and a made-up date of birth, and whatever got left behind after I deleted the app from an old phone, less than 10 minutes after installing it.  It wasn't worth it.  

I'll have to remember this for future apps.  It's going to have to be awfully good, because now signing up is more than an email and a password entered twice.  There are other hoops to jump through, and it's either their way all the way or no way.  

You'd think I would have learned from making a half-hearted attempt to sign up for Threads, which also failed, for the same reasons that I stopped trying to sign up for TikTok.  Oh well, they've got plenty of members already, they don't need me.

Saturday, February 3, 2024

It was a good day

Didn't sleep well Thursday night, but made up for it Friday night.  Stayed up going down rabbit holes until after midnight, and when I finally went to bed, I slept the sleep of the gods for 7 1/2 solid hours.  No bathroom visits overnight, just blissful slumber.   This happens very rarely.

So I woke up at 8:00, and the sun was shining, and I showered and put on clean clothes, and I felt like doing stuff.  Not Immaculate Grid or Spelling Bee, but breaking down boxes to recycle at the township and loading the car with them.  

That was the first task on the list, since all the boxes piled one on top of the other blocked my view of the rear view, so getting rid of them had to be first.  After that, to Wegmans for the standard list of groceries; milk, sugar, salsa, and bananas (yes, we had no bananas).  

Stopped at the Wild Birds Unlimited a couple of blocks from the Wegmans, and was impressed that the manager behind the counter remembered us, even though it had been weeks since our previous visit.  I mean, not only did he recognize us, he pulled up our frequent shopper account and helped remind us what we usually bought.  He had a shaved head and a bushy beard, but he's as good a businessman as any clean-shaven man in a gray flannel suit.

Returned home, dropped off the groceries, had half an apple with peanut butter, and back out again to shop.  First, though, to the new car wash a couple of miles from home.  We had been mass-mailed a card containing a code for a free wash, which I had forgotten but which PG remembered, saving me thirteen bucks.  You bet I thanked her.

At Costco, it seemed like every space in the parking lot had been filled, so we gave up and instead got a few things at the nearby PetSmart.  Then home again for the rest of the day.  We made a pot of chili and ate some of it, and I took a nap in the rocker/recliner with Good Queen Swirly on my lap.  She got down eventually, I woke up soon after, and fiddled around with the drumsticks on shuffle beats for some time.  Play for awhile, watch a video lesson for awhile, play some more, watch some more.  Nothing intense, just a low simmer.  

PG wanted a kitchen gadget from Amazon, so I ordered a couple and added some small stuff for myself.  We'd just bought a set of kitchen chairs to replace the worn-out set we'd gotten in 2006 or so.  That purchase was good for 5% cash (or store credit) back, so today's much smaller purchase cost us nothing.  

Today's mail brought the yearly letter from our accountant, providing a checklist of required tax documents.  We'd been dumping the W-2, the 1099's, and cumulative statements in a tray, and today I went through them, organizing and listing them on a cover letter that will go out soon.  Not expecting a big refund; in fact we try to break even or owe a little bit, hanging on to our money the way tax advisors recommend rather than make interest-free loans to Uncle Sam.  

One last thing:  in the Philip Wylie rabbit hole last night, I learned about a 1915 book which described a superweapon that strongly resembled an atomic bomb.  Immediately I went to Gutenberg and downloaded a copy of The Man Who Rocked The Earth.  The book looked a year ahead and described the destruction caused by the world war, and while I don't know my history that well, I bet the story wasn't way off in its predictions.  I don't take for granted having near-instant access to documents and information that were out of reach the first forty years of my life.  What a time to be alive, y'know?  

Friday, February 2, 2024

Friday night

A thought while scrolling:  "That's all well and good.  But I know good and well that..."

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Seen any good stuff lately?  Yes, the Mike Wallace Interview, a half-hour of picture radio from the late 1950's, conversation with the up-and-coming (Henry Kissinger), those past their prime (Mary Margaret McBride, Dagmar, Gloria Swanson, Philip Wylie) and those still riding their 15 minutes of fame (Ralph Lapp) or infamy (Eldon Edwards, Grand Wizard of the KKK).  A few people at the top of their business (Steve Allen, Eddie Arcaro), and some near the end (Commando Kelly, Diana Barrymore).

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As a child growing up a couple of decades after World War II, I learned about the war years through history, not as an eyewitness.  The Manhattan Project had been top secret, I read, except for a few pesky leaks to the Soviet Union, I read later.  When Hiroshima and Nagasaki were nuked, it was a huge surprise to everyone outside that small cadre of nuclear physicists.  No one had ever heard of such a thing.

And so it wasn't until tonight, following up on the Mike Wallace Interview with Philip Wylie, that I learned that the atomic bomb had been the subject of numerous articles in the 1930's in newspapers, in magazines like Popular Mechanics and Mechanix Illustrated, and short stories in pulp science fiction magazines.  People knew about the sudden cities in Oak Ridge and in Los Alamos.

Actually, the pulp stories continued into the early years of the war (so I found out) until a government agency said in effect, "Ix-nay on the Omb-Bay.  The enemy can read, too."  Philip Wylie had written a story that brought together a great deal of knowledge about the progress being made on nuclear weaponry, and he was taken to a quiet room by several serious men who wanted to know how he knew so much and why he was telling so much about it.

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I was in the basement last night, and I looked across the floor and saw my little cat, Good Queen Swirly.  She saw me and ran to me for some affection, and I was happy that seeing me made her so happy.

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