Got my oil changed yesterday. I was kind of upset with the service. I asked for an oil change, about $40, they did a whole “service”, about $190. If they’d have asked, I’d have said yes, but they didn’t ask. I didn’t really get upset about it til I was already gone. When I didn’t have enough cash for my new Kindle and they didn’t take American Express. Then, on my way to the beach, I called my wife and asked her if she wanted lunch from Wendy’s, and she said yes, so I took it home and then it got cloudy and I stayed home, reading on my old old Kindle
Yesterday, I had the test, indeed it was a cotton swab stuck way up my nose to the point of discomfort. Got the results back last night in the email, negative. The way I see it is: big deal. Nothing changes. I still have to behave the same way I’ve been behaving since this all began. Hell, I mighta caught it there when I was getting tested.
Today I’m getting the oil changed in my van. I’m carrying my bicycle and dropping off the van before they open, and riding the rest of the way to work. Hope it’s done by the time I get off.
I picked a batch of bananas yesterday aternoon. I was sad to do it, the plant was straight and tall and strong. It is my best bunch of bananas ever. I hope they taste good!
I’m getting the lenses on my glasses replaced again. They scratched up really bad again. When I try to clean them, the surface of the lens turns to milky cream that doesn’t come off. When it does finally come off, the lenses are scratched. Using the optometrist supplied cleaner spray and cloth. My mother-in-law said it was the anti reflective coating. The owner of the glasses company mentioned the anti reflective coating while I was there. I told them to leave it off these new lenses. I’ve never had worse glasses.
Not much to post about today. I started re-reading Orange Is the New Black, the book. During this covid thing, I broke out my old KIndle, and have been reading a lot. I was thinking about buying a new Kindle, as mind is a second generation. I haven’t smoked any cigars in over a onth, and a Kindle costs way less than I spent on cigars in a month. The only thing stopping me is that there’s nothing wrong with the old Kindle. And they’re marked up way high. Here on the island, they’re $189 CI, which is over $200 US. And they’re supposed to cost $129 US. I heard it said, “That’s What Money Is For”..
I slept good, woke up a little early, but I feel lacking in energy and enthusiasm today. I rekkon I’ll get a q-tip shoved way up my nose this morning at precisely 10:12 AM for my covid test. Mike told me that’s how they do it. I guess the throat version I saw on TV was fiction, are they? Think about it. On TV, they’re not gonna show somebody shoving a q-tip way up somebody else’s nose, are they? There’d be riots. Mayhem. Protests. Revolt. The throat version was fake news, I figure.
This weekend I finished the book 1984, by George Orwell. I gotta say, I liked the first half quite well, from 50 to about 65% was an interesting, but overly long, explanation of how society’s classes work. Basically the upper class wants to remain upper class, the middle class wants to become upper class, and the lower class wants everything to be equal for everyone.
The final 35% is about his getting caught by the Thought Police, his breaking down and being rebuilt in captivity.
The book, while reading it, repeatedly reminded me of the movie Brazil, a weird movie where everyone pretty much works for the government and everyone always tattles on everyone else. This movie truly reminds me of someone rom the 1940’s or 1950’s view of the future. The clothes, architecture and style was 1940-50’s, computers looked like an antique typewriter with a CRT (Cathode Ray Tube, like in an old television) attached, and the user had to look into the CRT through what looks like a magnifying glass. Cosmetic surgery for was like a hobby for the upper class, and the main characters mother kept getting younger and younger throughout the movie.
The movie, I thought was a 1940’s person’s real view of what things would be like in the future.
We finally had some good rain Saturday, a whole lot. Good flooding everywhere. I have bananas almost ready to pick and the rain is what they needed. Sunday was cloudy, with a threat of rain, but not none that I saw. We even had an hour of sun, shining through a tiny hole in the clouds on the Caribbean radar picture on the Weatherbug app.
Tomorrow, Tuesday, at precisely 10:12 AM, I’m getting a covid 19 test at work. 10:12 is the scheduled time for me, as it takes three minutes to do the test and they want to efficiently test a lot of people. My friend had the test and they stuck a q-tip way up his nose, but I saw some people on TV get tested and they shoved it way down their throats. I prefer the throat over the nose.
Over the last two evenings, my wife and I have watched season one of the TV show on Amazon called “Upload“. It’s a show where, if you can afford it, right before you die, you can be uploaded and maintained indefinitely in computer servers, and exist in a virtual world, the quality of which also depends on what you can afford.
In the show, this guy is in a serious car crash. Right before he dies (It’s questionable if he would have died) he gets uploaded. But his girlfriend has the account on his “files”, so in a way, he’s like her prisoner. He starts developing feelings for has service rep, a non-dead girl.
And apparently he may have been murdered, because, for one reason, self-driving cars don’t crash.
One odd thing I noticed about the show, is they move files a lot of time when it would be better to copy them.
IMDB has it listed as a comedy, which it’s not really, but it is light, has good special effects and is worth a watch. Hopefully there’ll be a season two.
In other news, I didn’t swim yesterday. I went to the beach and it was cloudy and windy and lugubrious and nobody was there, so I didn’t. I came home an weed-whacked.
It’s not Monday, but it’s the first day of the workweek here. Today the beaches and hardware stores open, and you’re allowed to go if the first letter of your last name is in the second half of the alphabet. That’s not me, I have to wait till tomorrow.
I’m not in a great mood right now. i have a problem. One cat outdoors needs a different kind of food than all the others. Trying to make one cat eat from one particular bowl is quite difficult and time consuming, considering there are always five or six cats, vying for position. It also doesn’t help that one cat has to eat food that probably tastes like crap, compared to the regular food the others are eating. Trying to force feed yukky food to one cat out of a clowder whilst trying to prevent him from eating the yummy food interferes with my alloted time for my morning walk/run/swim, which is already hampered by having to take the dogs with me. Morning swims have been out with the dogs, even before this covid kee-rap.
So, I’m just going to go to work. Hunker down, wait till tomorrow.
Oh yeah, and since the beaches have opened, the weather has switched from “Sunny Drought” to “Always cloudy and might rain”.
Today is the bank holiday Discovery Day. Like I said Friday, holidays these days are pretty much like any other day,
Lately I notice a desire to type. I want to write something, but I don’t have anything to write. I wish I had something in my brain, that I could squirt out on paper through a keyboard, but there’s nothing I’m aware of. I’ve been aware, since I was a youngster, that I have an above-average lack of creativity. Other kids assignments seemed so imagineitive and brilliant and clever, while I struggled to even come up with an idea, and then end up with a boring product.
It’s similar to the difficulty I have coming up with a topic to post every day here, kinda like drawing a blank when I always wondered what I wanted to do with my life. I guess I haven’t done too bad in life, but I’ve never myself propelled in an original, self-determined direction. A seemingly huge section of my mind, that when I look there, it’s a blank. I want to produce something, create something, but there’s nothing available.
Tomorrow here is going to be a really big day. The hardware stores open and the beaches open. It will be a normal day for me, because of my last name, I can’t go to either till Wednesday. The hardware store is going to be super duper crowded. I need a ew things, not much, some stuff to hook up an ice maker, a piece of 3/4 inch PVC and a 90 degree curve. And a new hacksaw. My hacksaw broke a couple months ago, the nut that pulls the blade tight stripped out and I kept forgetting about it until I went to use it. Life is tough without a hacksaw, lemme tell ya.