Little stuff
Jun. 20th, 2024 05:48 pm( No big news, just this and that in passing. )
And that will do for now.
( No big news, just this and that in passing. )
And that will do for now.
Things had been going pretty well. Then they changed.
( What a difference a weekend makes. )
I have occasionally mentioned my wife’s mobility issues. Well, they’ve been increasing.
( The way it’s been. )
There’s still a ways to go. Even so, things might be beginning to work out.
Going back to a habit I had when I was driving a truck, I bought a multi-pocketed vest last year just before Susan and I made our visit to Spain and then China. It came in handy for keeping our visas handy, but I continued to use it after we got back.
( Currently, the contents are: )
So, yes, as I indicated in a previous post, Susan and I went to one of the prime locations to view the total solar eclipse. We’d seen warnings that there might be traffic slowdowns (from all the other people doing the same thing), so we started off early by car. No problem on the way in, we went 112 miles in 104 minutes. Susan had made an advance arrangement for us to stop in a church parking lot — they were renting out the space as a fund-raiser for a youth summer camp — and we got our placard with several hours to spare.
Now in no hurry, we got a late breakfast in a local restaurant. As it turned out, one of the other patrons was a retired astronaut, in town with a scientific crew to film the eclipse, and he let Susan take a photo with him to send to Amber in China.
Back at the church, we sat under the awning for a few hours, talking with the church people managing the parking lot. As it got closer to the time the eclipse would begin, we moved to camp chairs next to our car. The guy right next to us was a medical student from out of state … and I had to tell him that, no, it was not safe to look directly at the eclipse without protective eyewear once the sun was fully occluded by the moon. (In fact, my understanding is that full occlusion is when you’re most vulnerable to eye damage. I’ve been hearing this stuff for years, how does a medical student not know it?)
The eclipse, once it began, took over an hour to fully manifest. We used our special glasses to track the progress. The funny part was that the visible light changed only very gradually, and when change actually showed it was …weird. It was as if the sunlight were both bright and dim at the same time, or like looking at sunlight through polarized sunglasses. One of the automatic lights on a nearby building came on even before any dimming began, so clearly the sensors could detect the change before human eyes could. Through the eclipse glasses I could see the sun narrowing to a thinner and thinner sliver, while it remained almost full (discernible) light around us. Susan had heard that the change in light would make red and green colors look odd as the eclipse progressed, so we both wore red; she claimed she could see the difference, I never did.
Once full occlusion was in place — but not before that moment — it got dark all at once. That was also when I discovered that the eclipse glasses, which had allowed us to safely view the eclipse as it was progressing, were too dark to use in seeing the full eclipse (the famous black disk with a bright corona). Susan felt a cooling in the temperature while it was full dark, but I was focused elsewhere and didn’t note it myself.
Traffic stacked up on the road to the Interstate, so Susan and I found a place to eat, hoping some of that would subside in the meantime. If it made any difference, I couldn’t tell; the drive we’d made in a little over an hour and a half in the morning took more than three times that long on the way back, and we kept running into slowdowns — and even complete stoppages — as far as within ten miles of our RV home. (We had discussed taking the RV and just staying overnight, but with all things taken together it was less hassle to keep our home parked and make the trip by car.)
So that was my experience with a total eclipse. Mildly interesting, no huge deal in total; mainly, I would have just felt dumb to not do it when the opportunity was there. For everybody who found it a great experience, good for you; not everybody is wired the way I am (be a very different world if they were).
I reached my target weight a bit ago, and yesterday I made it to target-minus-5 (with over 25 pounds lost). Consequently, I’m setting a new target, which makes me — by the new measure — at target-plus-25. I’ve bought new (slimmer) blue jeans twice since I started, now showing 4 inches less around my waist; the new setpoint is to get me back to the weight I had to maintain while in the Army. Even that would be 20 pounds over my ‘lean’ adult weight, but I was at least able to remain fit in the Army, so that’s worth aiming for. And, of course, the lighter I get, the easier it will be for me to stay active and in shape.
Just one of several things going on for me right now. Encouraging all the same.
Some years ago, during one of my visits to China, I was horrified to discover I’d almost got up to … a certain weight. Now I’m trying to work my way back down to that weight.
And almost there. I read a book last year that laid out how almost all weight loss methods work, and then stop working. At the end of it, it claimed that the proper way to lose weight was with periodic fasting. That seems to work for me. Two weeks ago I was down to certain-weight-plus-14; this morning, it’s certain-weight-plus-1.5. I did two fasting periods, and I’ll end the most recent tomorrow.
Till the last day or so, I barely noticed, and I found that eating nothing for a few days is much preferable to eating too little for weeks at a time. I’m a fan of, and believer in, low-carb diets, and I’ll be looking to get back on that for maintenance, after achieving my current target weight.
Of course, then I’ll have to start planning for my next target: the weight level I had to meet to satisfy Army requirements. And maybe, after that, I’ll begin aiming toward what was my active adult weight before I passed age 50.
Small steps, and keep making them.
Theoretically, Susan had her last day of work last week.
Whoops! No.
One of her fellow instructors had a sick toddler: double ear infections, strep, and pinkeye in both eyes. So Susan took the woman’s clinicals for just one more week.
Sometimes I think she’ll never get completely away unless we leave the country.
When Susan and I decided that we’d take a try at motorhome living (which hasn’t started quite yet), we chose not to renew our apartment lease, because we knew we’d move out within four months.
When we were given an eviction notice (because we didn’t have a lease, despite our having chosen the rent-by-the-month option that had been listed by the complex as an available choice), we decided to spend the interim period in the extended-stay hotel where we’d awaited the finalization of our house sale.
When we found there were no ground-floor rooms available, we accepted one on the third floor because there was a handy elevator. And that worked out fine.
Then the elevator broke down.
And, two weeks later, it’s still broken.
This was a bit of an inconvenience for me, but Susan has substantial mobility limitations. Going down two flights was a labor for her; coming back up — especially after having spent a day teaching clinical — was pretty much at the edge of her endurance.
The current desk manager saw her efforts one day and took pity on us. One or two ground-floor rooms had come available, and we were offered our choice. Susan told me she could tough it out for the next month, because she recognized 1) I would be the one moving everything, and 2) without an elevator, I’d be making trips down the stairs carrying whatever I could. I really thought about staying … but, ultimately, there was no telling how long any elevator repair would take (it’s 21 years old, there are parts that are hard to replace), and I decided it would be better to already be downstairs by the time it came for us to move out of the hotel entirely.
I spent an entire day carrying things downstairs. One armload at a time. Seriously, nine straight hours, with only a break for lunch. By the end of the day, my feet were so sore I could barely stand.
But now we’re there. And in less than a month, we’ll be ready to start RV life.
We’ll either really, really like it, or will discover very quickly that the idea was a total disaster.
Look forward to finding out.
I used to go to the movies all the time, sometimes more than one movie in a day. My wife was never a big fan of going out to the movies, and over the years I gradually found myself less and less inclined in that direction as well. It was no single thing, but an aggregate of the time requirement, the expense, occasional annoyances from other theatergoers, and the plain fact that home viewing got me accustomed to the pleasures of subtitles and replay of anything I might have missed.
It still happens sometimes, though, very infrequently. And the last couple of times? perfectly represented the classic male/
Because she wanted to, we went together to see Downton Abbey: a New Era. Because I wanted to, we went to see Top Gun: Maverick.
Yes, we stand as stereotypes. But then, as I have recently seen observed, the stereotypical is so frequently … typical.
Almost caught up by now.
( The third-biggest thing I haven’t mentioned over the past five months: )