1.037 better, FOPAL, Cantor

Wednesday, 1/8/2020

I did make myself sleep with head elevated, or on my right side ditto, most of the night. Got up from bed very carefully and stood up and felt … nothing. Okay then. Walked carefully down the stairs to breakfast, back up, maybe just the tiniest whiff of vertigo on turning my head left or right.

Off to FOPAL early because this is the last day to tidy up my section before the sale weekend. Process 5 boxes, price and shelve twenty books. Straighten everything up. Take my pre-sale inventory count. All good; no vertigo! Do another hour or so of sorting, and leave at noon. Normally I’d stay around to sort in the afternoon on a Wednesday, but don’t want to push this.

Treat myself to a lunch of a choc. shake and chili at Gott’s. Then recall I’ve been meaning to visit the Cantor and it’s right over there, practically in sight from the Town and Country center.

The Cantor is featuring a new acquisition, OY/YO. I don’t know where they will eventually put it, but for now it is right in front. I like looking at the Bing through the O.

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Oy, that’s yellow. I enjoyed the Jordan Casteel heroic-sized portraits of Harlem residents, and the newly-acquired Ansel Adams Surf Sequence. He took five shots of surf water patterns from some cliff on Highway 1. Interesting that the Museum’s page chose the middle one of five to show; I thought it was the best also.20194261-surf-sequence-800w

Every time I look at Adams’ pics I think, I’ve taken that. Or seen that. Everybody has! There’s probably some tourist on that cliff on SR1 right this second taking that shot. But Adams was the first, the one who opened everybody’s eyes to the pictures that were there. Plus, he did it with a plate camera, swapping negative holders in and out. So the “sequence” of five is not successive shots of the same wave, as a modern with an iPhone might take, but five shots from a locked-off tripod of successive waves.

1.036 goddam vertigo, FOPAL

Tuesday, 1/7/2020

Had an uneasy night, sitting up to read for an hour around 2am. That was an exception, I’ve been sleeping quite well lately. But when I got up, I discovered I had mild vertigo. Just enough that, one, if I don’t keep a careful visual horizon while walking, I tend to lurch; and two, if I lean forward, I feel seasick. This sucks.

Nothing scheduled for today, but I would like to go do some sorting. I think I will try.

I did try, and after less than an hour, the constant moving and turning was building up nausea, so I went home and spent the rest of the day in my recliner, not turning my head. I had meant to attend the 4th floor resident meeting and napped through it. Blah. Going to bed to sleep on my back with head elevated.

1.035 FOPAL mostly

Monday, 1/6/2020

“2020” is easier to type than “2019”. So there’s that.

Spent the first half of the day at FOPAL, getting the Computer section ready for the sale weekend coming up. Supper time, it was “mixer monday”, where you draw a table number from a hat as you go into the dining room, and sit at that table. Sat with Pru and Helen and… well, good on me for remembering Pru without prompting, anyway.

Since there is no museum work planned for this Thursday, I signed up for a bus trip to the Legion of Honor museum to see a Tissot exhibit. That will be my first experience with a group outing at Channing House.

1.034 duvet, SWBB, Swiss Trip

Sunday, 1/5/2020

For my Sunday morning coffee I decided, since the weather was fine and cool, to walk to the old midtown place. It was 1.1 miles going. Now I see that I had 4.3 miles for the day. Good work, me.

Next was to definitely buy a duvet and cover. I have been shopping online for this, and again this morning, and decided that Macy’s had acceptable ones. So off to Stanford Shopping Center. Macy’s didn’t. Despite the website claiming that what I wanted was available for free pickup at my store, no. They had very few duvet covers, and only King and Twin sizes. Boo.

I was walking toward Pottery Barn when I passed Mizu and decided to look in. And they had nice plain-looking ecru duvet covers and duvets in Full size. OK. Done. Put those in the car and headed for the campus. Sat in the car for a while, then into Maples for the 2pm SWBB game, against UW.

The Huskies have been doing well, and against us in the PAC-12 tournament last year, they made it close, behind 39 points from their star, Amber Melgoza. The first half today looked like a repeat, with the score tied at the half. But whatever Tara put in the water at half-time worked; the team went on a tear and opened up a big lead in the third quarter and won going away — holding Melgoza to “only” 17 points.

Back home, I put the duvet into its cover — getting a duvet into a duvet cover is a lot easier when you have two people, I must say — and put it on the bed. Looks fine, if low-key.

Had a nice supper sitting with Helene, Janet, and new residents Kay and Don. Kay and Don, Kay and Don… trying to make names stick.

Back in my room I noted the Road Scholar trip page that I’ve had cached for a couple of weeks and decided to pull the trigger on this trip: “Splendors of Switzerland by Rail” for June 10-25. I went through the purchase process, paying $250 down, and bought the trip insurance package, another $715. I can cancel losing only those amounts anytime before April 4th, a date I noted in my calendar. Next task is to call their support line and make sure the $3000 credit from when I had to reschedule the Greek trip, is applied to this one.

 

 

1.033 Docent, wipers

Saturday, 1/4/2020

Today’s main thing was to lead the noon tour at the Museum. That went well, started with 30 or so and had most? well, more than 20, at the end.

Driving down, I noticed (for probably the tenth time) that when cleaning the windshield, the wipers left streaks. Time to replace. So I used my phone to find the nearest auto parts store on the way back. Here’s an annoyance: apparently it is not a thing to stock wiper refills any more. I seem to recollect that the normal thing used to be, you go into the auto store and work out via their confusing documentation, which plastic tube of thin rubber inserts would fit your wiper arms. Then with needle-nose pliers and only a little swearing, hardly ever any blood, you would replace the rubber insert in each wiper arm.

Not any more. Now your only option (at least, at this store) is to buy two replacement wiper arms for roughly $25 each, and replace the entire arms and what can you do with the old ones? They are mixed plastic and metal, not recyclable, they have to go to the landfill. A colossal waste of resources.

Anyway. Streak-free wiping now.

At supper, I got to the counter in the dining room and, I dunno, I just wasn’t hungry or something. Although they had three decent entrees (two were salmon and duck, geez whaddaya want?) but they just didn’t attract me. I went back to my room and had a cheese and salami sandwich and a beer. Sometimes you just don’t want duck. Odd.

A year ago this day I sent the email to Craig that started the chain of events that resulted in me being here at Channing House. That post mentions “grief blips”. I had a couple of minor grief blips day before yesterday, just walking along. Nothing worth mentioning really.

1.032 anthem at last, jean, SWBB

Friday, 1/3/2020

Went for a run, which felt ok, no issues. I had been told that Paul, the in-house tech guy, wanted to check my wi-fi in preparation for the move back, at 10. Thinking this would involve gathering all the MAC addresses for the new ClearPass system, I made all six internet-connected devices (laptop, desktop, kindle, chromebook, printer, and iphone) cough up their MAC addresses, and printed those out.

In fact, he wasn’t ready to do that, just wanted to check and label the Comcast box. But said if I wanted to email them to him, that would be good, so I did.

Next up, trying to log into the Anthem Medicare drug benefit site, which hadn’t worked previously. Yes it did work now. I was happy to be in, but (of course) when I checked my prescriptions, it knew of none. Naturally they wouldn’t have got that info from Humana… I guess I am not saying that in a sarcastic tone. Not much anyway.

What does deserve sarcasm is: there is no info on the site telling you how to add a prescription. You know, simple stuff like, “tell your provider to send the prescription to…” All they had was, “call the number on the back of your card.”

Which I did, and got the fairly simple info on pharmacy name, address, fax number, and sent that info in a message to my PCP.

I needed a big jar of aspirin. I have 1000-tablet bottles of tylenol and ibuprofen, and my big jar of aspirin, which I take daily, had just run out. So I walked over to CVS on University. Big bottles of all the name-brand pain killers, but only 100s of aspirin.

I’d had an email from Jean saying please stop by to pick up your annual Christmas present of biscotti. The Paweks gave the Cortesis a big package of chocolate-coated biscotti every year for many many years, and I guess she wants to continue that tradition. So I drove down there. Picking up my mail had noted a flyer from the Lamplighters, touting a production of G&S Princess Ida at the MV performing arts. Jean had gone with me to HMS Pinafore there last year (Day 252, August). I asked if she’d like to see another, and she said yes, so later in the day I bought tickets for that.

At the Walmart next to her place I got a bottle of, not 1000 aspirin but 500. Well, that’s a year and half. So, back home, I got an email from Lenny, could she get a ride to the game tonight? Game! I hadn’t looked at the calendar, but of course there was a SWBB game. So i drove to that, taking David G. and Lenny. Stanford played a bit sloppy, but it was good enough to beat WSU by 20. Sunday brings UW which will be a larger challenge.

 

1.031 healthy, FOPAL

Thursday, 1/2/2020

I expected to wake up feeling ratty with the cold of yesterday, but in fact, and to my surprise, I felt fine. I did a few exercises, had breakfast downstairs, and then went to FOPAL for a usual four-hour stint of computer books and sorting.

In the afternoon I finished my bi-weekly laundry, and that’s pretty much all there was to this day.

 

 

 

1.030 quiet new year

Wednesday, 1/1/2020

Woke with a scritchy throat and feeling not quite. Breakfast downstairs, then ended up taking a post-breakfast nap. Killed time until time for lunch. Helene had invited me to her birthday lunch–she was born on new year’s day. There were about a dozen people at the table. Conversation at my end involved some stories from people who been children in the Philippines at the start of WWII and knew people who had been (or had themselves been? not clear on this) interned in civilian POW camps.

In the afternoon I checked and yes, I had a slight fever, 0.5F over my usual temp. OK. Sat around reading. Today, being a big holiday, there was no supper service. I had picked up my brown bag supper after breakfast. (I think they should call that service, which they do three or four days a year, the “supper sack”.) Mary Beth, the floor rep, put out an email suggesting we all meet in the 4th floor dining room for supper, but (a) I didn’t read it until I had almost finished my sandwich at 5:30, and (b) didn’t want to share my virus. So a very quiet evening.

1.029 quiet eve

Tuesday, 12/31/2019

I had nothing planned today except the A/V committee meeting at 5pm. I’m not sure where the time went. I did some writing, yay, played a little computer game, meh. Attended the meeting. There are few January events owing to the auditorium being closed for a month so that the A/V equipment can be upgraded. Except that nobody can seem to get any updates on the progress of that work contract, if any. Mystery. Anyway I was assigned one event, for which I will have to make work the rolling video screen, a large monitor on a rolling stand. Adventure.

Skipped supper because of a New Year’s eve party on the 11th floor, so I could fill up on snacks, which I did. The 2nd floor was sponsoring it, and they had decided to do a game night, setting out tables with a variety of board and other games, with one volunteer at each table who knew the game to act as dealer/teacher/monitor. It worked pretty well, a lot of people were playing, many on games that were new to them. I played a couple of rounds of a word game called one-up, using scrabble-like letter tiles.

And to bed by 10:30. Fireworks, feh.

 

1.028 Fopal, beer

Monday, 12/30/2019

Went for a run in the morning. My body wasn’t feeling quite top-hole, and I walked a couple of blocks in the middle that I normally run.

IMG_4500Then to FOPAL where I found fourteen boxes of books waiting. Sorters been busy over the holidays. So I spent a couple of hours culling them and pricing the best, and ended up shelving maybe 40 books, sending 9 boxes to the bargain room.

And a couple of hours of sorting after, brought me to 1pm and I clocked out.

Now I was determined to find my favorite beer, Rogue Brewing’s Dead Guy Ale. A couple months ago I used their “beer finder” web page to find a six-pack at my local Target store, of all unlikely places. But I checked twice lately and Target seems to have forgotten about Rogue entirely.

Now the beer finder pointed me to Total Wines and More on Rengstorff. That turned out to be a large and well-stocked wine place, reminding me of the old Beltramo’s in Menlo Park. And with some hunting (there were four aisles of craft beers!) I found my Dead Guy and brought some home.

Late in the afternoon I added a couple hundred words to the novel.