One year ago today: March 31, 2025, WIP
Five years ago today: March 31, 2021, WIP
Nine years ago today: March 31, 2017, WIP
Random years ago today: March 31, xxxx, WIP
Here’s the battery heading for Miami later today, and a view of the gas-powered pressure washer if I can figure a way to get it lifted up into the van. It’s kind of heavy duty, but the sucker will peel off auto paint. It is getting promoted to the Robot club, where it will find lots of work. What a morning for my coffee maker to act up, which makes everything else a chore. This is the washer from the Prez before he moved, he is aware I intended to ship it to the club if I was not using it much. The sulfuric acid bottles, seen here, are coated with six years of dust.
A lot of logistics show that I’m behind on everything. Do I catch up or hop in the van and go stay in Tennessee until June? It’s a toss-up except I have to stay near enough Miami to ensure this time I’m recovered. Quite realistically, I can’t much afford to be this long out of commission. I can tell you who will have it worse—credit card users. Have you heard of Google’s “verifiable intent”. It’s the cover phrase for them authorizing purchases on your behalf. The plan is that A.I. is given your specs, like “find me the best tennis racket under $400” and the system takes care of the rest. This could fuel the next round of comedy movies and stand-up routines. Who remembers, “I said oatmeal, not smoked eel”?
The good news is the chest repair this time feels like it is healing. My long term speculation is that this bypass buys me another twenty years. But behave, this incident is more than a warning that after a certain point, most ailments can come out of the blue. As I read the hospital reports, I’m drawn closer to my conclusion that my situation is a “hospital infection”, of course nobody is going to spell that out for me. Nothing I caused myself this round required 7 doctors on the case.
Cindy Crawford & daughter at age 19.
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If you are reading this, chances are I drove to Miami y’day afternoon, and won’t be back until late Thursday. Yes, it is costly and grossly inefficient, but my recuperation is getting done, so I’ll gladly pay up. Here are five of the seven new audiobooks, purchased from the library over in Bartow. The best source is the south end branch, because the atrocious levels of adult literacy in that town assures you of a boundless selection of brand new books and CDs, never touched.
To keep away from deadlines, I pay up two months, always a month in advance. Well, for most consumers, two months is a galactic future beyond their maximum planning horizon. JZ regularly forgets I’m paid up, yet he’d be affronted if he knew I write such things down. There you go, I did not say anything. He feels that because I was in the hospital, I [must have] lost track of the payments, but I stress this is NOT a JZ thing, it is the natural course that most Floridians would follow.
I should have contacted him y’day, but the time was wasted chasing around with local issues, like electricity. That’s Florida. It also means I got none of my own stuff done, like how about some laundry since three weeks ago? Can Florida spare me enough time for laundry. Y’know, it is also strange how people who never manage money properly are, after enough time put it, psychologically opposed to learning it right. Alas, that is my pal, who says pay up.
That’s a mini-universe in itself. Things have massively changed twice, since I’ve know the guy. Once, when I lived off my savings for six years, and once again when I retired. These events shifted ballast over here, but nothing changes out there. Example, JZ thinks I could easily sell the pressure washer in Miami for $300. But who can be bothered? List it, deal with a buyer, meet up, all of this costs money and time that non-financial minds tend to ignore. If Agt. M cleans two cars, it has paid for itself.
I kind of advised JZ that it has been years since I quibbled over $20, that he could have come got the washer any time he wanted, and I am not equipped to sell large merchandise on-line.
In the end, I could not lever the washer into the van, so it has wait another turn. I know there will be a turn because of how I feel, which is around 40% of normal.
