Morning Update: 06/23/24
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Blame it on the full moon or perhaps the rain that appears to be headed our direction, but we’re awake and typing at 4;00 in the morning without any good reason why. Well, I don’t know. I crashed around 8:30 last night, so that could be part of it. The car going through the neighborhood with its stereo blasting at 1:30 might have something to do with it. A general feeling of uneasiness is probably a contributing factor. I took the dogs out around 3:30, the full moon to our South, and lightning to the Northwest. They ran the perimeter of the yard several times, certain that something in the wind was bringing trouble to the yard. We finally came back in and they’ve settled back down. This could make for an interesting day.
Yesterday was an interesting mix of napping and trying to clean. The amount of energy it takes to sit on the floor and scoop things into a trash bag is surprising. The amount of animal hair that had matted itself to the carpet was disturbing. There’s still more to do later this morning but I’m trying to keep things quiet until at least 6:00. I need to try and figure out a better way to store my vynil. I’d prefer it to be up high, away from the cats, and where it’s easy to find what I want. There’s not really any space for doing that, though. There’s no space for doing much of anything.
Most of the newsfeeds haven’t been updated yet this morning. Reuters has pictures of injured Palestinians tied to the front of IDF vehicles, which is a war crime. I’m not sharing the pictures, obviously. They’re gross and disturbing and are really only suitable for evidence in a war crimes trial. Another person has died in the grocery store shooting in Arkansas. There were at least two other mass shootings across the country this weekend. The orange felon is trying to convince Christians to support him again, but let’s get real: if you’re supporting a felon for president, you’re not Christian. This might also be a good time to mention that last least five pastors of large churches have resigned in the past week due to sexual improprieties. Perhaps that’s what churches really have in common with the felon.
Sitting here with Pinball curled up in my arms, I’m aware of how different life is in chemo. There have been many nights when I would just now be getting home from a club or a party. 4:00 at a Waffle House, any Waffle House, is an experience unlike any other. Now, hashbrowns scattered, covered, smothered, and chunked, my usual late-night order, isn’t something I’m supposed to have regardless of the time of day. The thought of staying out this late at any club in Indy makes me shudder. I doubt I could stay awake for even the best of parties. Life simply isn’t the same. There’s less of everything. By the time I finish chemo, I’ll be too old to be out late. I’m disappointed. I don’t like the thought of everyone having fun without me.
Maybe I’ll edit some more old pictures since I’m up. If you missed the set I posted yesterday, you should look at them now. I don’t see myself falling back asleep anytime soon. In fact, I don’t think the animals have left me any room on the bed at the moment.
At least I have coffee. Coffee is my only friend. 🤣
Morning Update: 06/24/24
Hallelujah, we’re up and running! A MASSIVE amount of thanks to Michael Schlagenhauf for helping us out by bringing in an old box with 32 MB RAM and swapping parts and pieces around until we had a functional machine!! The CPU is slower, but it works and survived a night full of Windows updates without needing my direct intervention. Photoshop Beta and Bridge have been installed and are working. I’ll decide later today what additional software I want to run. One thing I’ve learned over the past few weeks is that there was a lot on the old system that I really didn’t need or use. We’ll see if I can avoid making the same mistake again (I doubt it).
For his part, Michael survived the onslaught of kids, cats, and dogs while he was here. Belvedere was rather chill about our visitor, but Hamilton and Frankie, the smashed-face wheezer kitty, were right there trying to assist with every step of the process. Frank is still staying pretty close, not sure what to think about the new box with its red glow. I enjoyed getting to know Michael a little better and greatly appreciate his experience in taking things out of one box and putting them in the other. That has never been something I’ve done especially well.
Now comes the task of recreating all the personalizations and deciding what shortcuts I want where. I don’t like having to hunt for things I use often, but at the same time, I don’t like a cluttered desktop or taskbar. I’m still giggling over how adamantly Microsoft’s Edge browser tried insisting that I didn’t need to download Chrome or make it my default browser. Edge developers tried really hard to sway my opinion. 🤣
With the PC issue out of the way, I can get back to other distractions, such as, “Why is my right knee hurting all the damn time?” You know that pain you get when you need to pop a joint? That’s what I’m living with right now and it’s bad enough that it disturbed my sleep quite a bit. I’m hoping that it comes from having to be down on the floor a lot the past couple of days. Any soreness should go away after a day or two. I’m old, though, and how many peers do I know that have already had multiple knee surgeries? That’s kinda the last thing I want to endure. Let’s cross our fingers that this all goes away.
Odd thing. I was coming back from the restroom a little after midnight and noticed a bunch of trash on the bedroom floor next to the bed. Where the hell did it come from? I know neither of the dogs moved from where they were sleeping, but it seemed like a lot more than what a cat would bring in and drop. None of the clutter was anything of consequence and was easy to pick up and throw away, but I’m still stumped as to its source. We have enough trash without it reproducing on its own!
Elsewhere, heat and flooding are the big stories. Over 100 million people have been affected by the heat and flooding across Iowa and South Dakota is simply insane. More than 1,300 people died during Hajj, many of them after walking in the scorching heat, which is a bit mind-blowing. The tourist death toll from the Greek heat wave has risen to 6, with some still missing. Thousands have been displaced in floods in north-eastern India. At least 30 are dead as torrential rains lash Central America. So, I’m wondering, should I have the kids mow the lawn this morning or not? Zoning can look the other way until this heat dome lets up, can’t they?
Here’s something frightening: A Conservative-backed group is creating a list of federal workers it suspects could resist plans should the Orange Felon become president again. With a $100,000 grant from the influential Heritage Foundation, the goal is to post 100 names of government workers to a website this summer to show a potential new administration who might be standing in the way of a second-term Trump agenda — and ripe for scrutiny, reclassifications, reassignments or firings. This is on top of Heritage’s own Project 2025 is laying the groundwork, with policies, proposals, and personnel ready on day one of a possible new White House.
So, let me ask you these questions. 1. At what point are you willing to abandon the US and move elsewhere? 2. To what country would you consider moving? 3. Assuming that large numbers of people would choose an EU country, how many of us would they take before we become an immigrant problem? It could be interesting to see how opinions change when we’re the ones needing to ask for asylum. Answer the questions in the comments, if you dare.
I’m really not feeling the lawn thing. My knee hurts and Belvedere had me up at 5:00 this morning. Maybe I’ll just go back to bed. Who’s with me?
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