Stress Tests, More Bird Sitting, Retirement Anniversary

Note: This is another blog based on my weekly emails to my family on the mainland. Since much of my news these days relates to trying to age gracefully, this series might be called The Geezer Gazette.]

5/31/25

 

Aloha Everyone!  

 

I'll start with some positive news. Today is the 25th anniversary of the last day of teaching for both Karen and me, and tomorrow will be our first day of retirement anniversary.  Amazing it has been so long.  Neither of us regrets a minute of retirement, which has allowed us to have so many enriching and enjoyable experiences.

 

I continued my bird sitting duties this week because my neighbor had even more complications with his ablation procedure.  Recall that this was supposed to be a simple, routine operation done on an out-patient

Ultimate Techno-Toy

basis.  All seemed to go well and he and his wife were preparing to return to Kona when his heart suddenly started beating very fast. They quickly returned to the hospital's ER, where his heart stopped altogether.  They jump-started him, admitted him to the hospital, put in a temporary pace-maker and then in a few days a permanent one to keep his heart from stopping again.  His high heart rate was controlled by heavy-duty drugs that can restore a normal rate and rhythm.  So far so good,  He was ready to be discharged a week ago today.  However, they did one final test to make sure the pacemaker was working ok. This is called a stress test, and compares your normal heart function to what happens when you exercise or do something that puts a burden on your heart.  The results suggested massive blockage in one or more arteries, with a survival rate of 1-2 years!  The treatment for this is usually to install stents in the arteries or even open heart surgery to fix the problem.  The stent procedure involves running a catheter with a camera on it into the heart and directly examining the blood vessels. This is called an "angiogram" in medical jargon, the definitive test for determining blockage.  He had to wait in the hospital for 3 days until this could be scheduled. It showed....Nothing.  No blockage at all.  No stents needed, no open heart surgery.  No dropping dead in the next two years.  In short, the stress test result was a false positive, which apparently is not that uncommon.  Indeed, another friend of mine who lives here had a clean angiogram last week after a stress test had suggested blockage.  Anyway, my neighbor finally escaped from the hospital on Wednesday and is now back home after a 10-day stay.

 

Having two friends within a week who experienced nasty outcomes from a stress test got me a wee bit uptight about my own test, which happened on Thursday.  Being the wimp that I am, I was getting very worried that this would lead to a round of unpleasant tests that might delay my hernia surgery. Now that I've decided to go through with it, I want to get it done!  I was greatly relieved when my ticker passed with flying colors!! No problems at all. The test was done on a treadmill with me wired up to a very fancy ECG machine which also tracked my blood pressure.  The goal was to get my heart rate up to about 85% of my age-adjusted maximum, which for me is 120 bpm. This didn't take very long to achieve, thanks in part to my emphysema.  My cardiologist didn't spot anything problematic, much to my delight. Yippee! I celebrated with a quick dip in the pool, lunch, and a nice deep nap. 

 

That's all the Geezer Gazette news this week, but of course there will be more next time.  Carpe Vita.

Bird Sitting, Cold Recovery, Hurry Up and Wait

Note: This is another blog based on my weekly emails to my family on the mainland. Since much of my news these days relates to trying to age gracefully, this series might be called The Geezer Gazette.]

5/24/25

 

Aloha Ohana!  

I'm finally on the down side of my cold symptoms, just a nagging cough that brings up goo-balls from my chest, and I still don't have much energy. The cloudy wet weather we've still having has been very conducive to naps because it gives me a great excuse to snooze since I can't work outside.  This past week we got about 2 inches of rain in almost daily installments.  By covering the pool at night we've managed to keep the water temperature in the low 80's, so the few times we've been able to take a dip between rain showers haven't been too bad.

 

One focus of my week was taking care of our neighbor's two exotic birds, a rose cockatoo and an African grey parrot.  The neighbors went to Oahu for a couple of days.so he could have an ablation procedure to

Cockatoo

treat his Afib.  Bird-sitting is pretty easy compared to dogs.  There's no walking and poop bags involved, for instance.  It was just a matter of giving them special food a couple of times a day and cleaning up the bottoms of their cages.  We've known the birds for years and they seem to know us, too.  Both are in their 30's,  raised by our neighbors.  Both are very friendly, but they have very different personalities.  The cockatoo doesn't talk but loves to dance.  The African grey is very talkative, and tends to be a real show-off.  Anyway, my duty was extended to most of the week when my neighbor had complications and wound up having to have a pacemaker installed yesterday. In addition, the African grey became ill and my neighbor's wife flew home then returned to Oahu with the bird to get treatment from a special bird veterinarian there. BTW, flying with a bird is not a simple matter.  Most airlines no longer allow them in the cabin, and only a limited number of cargo hold slots are available.  Also, the bird has to be inspected and cleared by USDA.  If all goes well the neighbors and the bird will return late this afternoon.  Talk about a stressful week for them!

 

In stark contrast to my neighbors' whirlwind week, I'm in a "hurry up and wait" mode with several pending issues.  For one thing, we're waiting on parts to fix the transmission in Karen's 22 year-old Miata.  The problem has been diagnosed and the mechanic is standing by to do the work as soon as the parts arrive, ordered two weeks ago.  Also, I'm still waiting to see an endontist about my broken tooth. That should happen week after next. And Im waiting to take the stress test my cardiologist wants in order to clear me for hernia surgery in June. It's not uncommon here to have to wait for a resolution to some problem, of course.  But I seldom have this many important  things hanging at once.  Patience, Grasshopper....time is but an illusion.

 

Ok, off to market and a beach breakfast picnic.Take care, enjoy your Spring.  

Beach Birthday, Nursing a Cold, Cancelled Stress Test

Note: This is another blog based on my weekly emails to my family on the mainland. Since much of my news these days relates to trying to age gracefully, this series might be called The Geezer Gazette.]

5/17/25

 

Aloha Guys!  

This wasn't exactly a pleasant week here.  For one thing, the weather has been downright sucky -- grey, cool, and rainy. Since we returned it has been this way, and the locals are grumbling -- at the most we might get a day or two of this kind of weather, but this is way beyond the  norm.  My PV system is taking an extended snooze and even the hot water solar has needed a supplemental boost several times to give us warm enough water for showers.  One positive result is that I've been putting our garden irrigation on hold most of the week because we have been getting more than adequate rain.  Of course the plants love this weather, including the weeds, but conditions for working in the garden have been wet and muddy most days.  

Another thing detracting from our usual pleasant conditions is that I've been nursing a cold all week. I had

Nastius Culpritis

a slight cough last Sunday but I was able to ignore it.  By Tuesday, however, I was feeling downright crappy.  I haven't had a cold in years and I forgot how uncomfortable one can make you feel -- achy, drippy, lethargic, and toward the end a nice chest congestion that settles in for a few days.  BTW, I know this is a cold and not Covid from the negative results of 4 self-tests.  Actually, the two times I've had Covid the symptoms weren't as bad and didn't last as long as this. Maybe my cold virus antibodies haven't been activated in such a long time that they were asleep on the job.  My system is loaded with Covid antibodies from all my vaccinations and they headed off the virus early and more completely. Also, it is likely I have a  cold and not flu because I don't have a fever. But it doesn't really matter -- crappy is crappy.  Of course, my stress test had to be rescheduled from Thursday to two weeks out, May 29. This should still be in plenty of time to get my clearance for my hernia surgery in June.  My life is increasingly and depressingly revolving around scheduling medical procedures.  Damn!

 

In more pleasant news we celebrated Karen's birthday on Sunday with a low key picnic dinner of Thai takeout on the beach just north of town.  My cold hadn't fully developed yet, so it was an enjoyable outing.  Karen told me she didn't want anything from my usual go-to categories of gifts, so I had to get creative -- a new serrated sickle for gardening (her old one was very dull) and a deluxe personalized sharpening of her favorite pair of hand pruners.  Romantic, right?!!

 

A final piece of Geezer Gazette news is also pleasant -- I saw my retina doctor on Tuesday and didn't need a shot.  Very little edema in either eye, low pressures, new lenses are staying in place.  My acuity is stable (not great, but workable) and my new glasses seem to be helping a smidge.  I'll take it.  Next appointment is in a month, and by then I may need shots, but for right now there is no need.  Yippee!

 

The 22nd episode in Kilauea's lava fountain show started early yesterday morning and ended 10 hours later.  This was a good one, though short, with lava spouting up to 1000 feet for a brief time before backing down to 500 feet.  Like the previous 21 episodes, this one has ended, but the volcano is probably recharging for the next one.  No one knows how long this unusual pattern will go on, but so for it has been pulsing like this since December 23.

 

Ok, that's it for this week.  Remember, morality, ethics, and integrity aren't mythical qualities, though many prominent people seem not to have them...... 

Carpe Vitam.

 

 

Waterfalls, Roulette Wheels, 800 Frogs, & A Broken Tooth

 Note: This is another blog based on my weekly emails to my family on the mainland. Since much of my news these days relates to trying to age gracefully, this series might be called The Geezer Gazette.]

5/10/25

 

Aloha Everyone!

 

We returned from the mainland last Saturday evening, after flying from Las Vegas to San Francisco and

then Kona.  Overall, it was a very good trip.  Recall that we began in Yosemite for 5 nights. We really enjoyed  our time there. It is a uniquely dramatic and beautiful place.  Our lodge was very close to Yosemite Falls, and we could see them from our room. At this time of year all of the park's many waterfalls were in full "gush mode," which made for some very picturesque hikes. The weather cooperated and every day was sunny.  I survived the temperatures (50's -60's) pretty well though at night it got down way below my comfort level.  The chaos we feared we might encounter because of our Oligarch-in-Chief's rampages didn't materialize.  The first couple of days were crowded, but that was over Easter Weekend and included an admission-free day.  After that we didn't have any problems.  High season this summer might be a different story, however.  

From Yosemite we went north to Calavaras County (as in Mark Twain's story about jumping frog contests).  Highlights included getting a close-up look at a classic steam locomotive that has

been used in many Western movies and t.v. episodes, like Gunsmoke, Back to the Future, and Little House on the Prairie. I'm very enamored with steam engines and so this was a real treat.  Unfortunately the weather turned against us and it was wet and cold for a few days, including the day we took a 2-hour walk through Calavaras Big Trees State Park, where we got up close and personal with many Giant Sequoias, some of which were nearly 2 thousand years old.  The temperature when we started was 37d and there was frozen white stuff on the ground.  I was pretty frozen myself by the end.  One tree in this park is a sad tribute to human ignorance, greed, and hubris.  It was discovered by Augustus Dowd in 1852, and was the biggest tree he had ever seen --300 feet tall, 25 feet in diameter and 1200 years old.  So he did what any red-blooded nature lover in those days would do --- he cut it down and made the stump into a novelty dance floor! Had this magnificent tree not encountered Homo Sapiens Idioticus it would now be the largest Sequoia in the grove, according to arborists.  Of course, the grove itself wouldn't still be standing if  the people of California, acting through their state government, hadn't prevented its loss to logging and other commercial interests.

 

From hugging trees and watching waterfalls we flew to Las Vegas, the de-evolution capital of the world.  We stayed four days and enjoyed a couple of shows and a couple of excellent dinners, including one by celebrity chef Wolfgang Puck that featured great food and a view of the Bellagio fountains.  We also gambled a bit, though our tightwad tendencies made this very low stakes and we neither won nor lost very much.  One thing I did lose, though, was part of a tooth while having a light meal at Caesar's Palace. The irony is that although I didn't lose much gambling I may wind up paying big bucks because my dental insurance is very limited in covering this kind of thing.  On Tuesday afternoon I got an assessment by my dentist, and he recommended putting on a crown.  This will take at least a couple of more visits, plus

arranging first for a root canal at a different dental facility.  What a hassle. We noticed several significant changes in Las Vegas since we were there eight years ago.  For one thing, it is much more expensive.  Rooms, meals, and minimum bets are all higher than we remember.  Covid killed the cheap buffets, of course, and few have come back.  The new resorts are grander and bigger than ever before and some of our old favorites, like the Mirage, are being re-branded and refurbished.  The Mirage is now the Hard Rock, complete with a huge guitar being built in front -- not as classy as we remember the Mirage being, but definitely more iconic. Oh, and the de-evolution machines are now bigger and brighter, with wrap around screens and stereo sound, programmed with even more hypnotic and stupefying sound effects.  Four days in Vegas was fun but about all we could handle.

 

There is a fair amount of Geezer Gazette news this week, besides my unexpected visit to the dentist.  Monday I saw my Optometrist for a check on my prescription.  Both eyes have changed enough that I've ordered new glasses that may get me to 20/30 using both eyes. That's good news indeed. Tuesday morning I consulted with a surgeon about my hernia.  He verified the problem, acknowledged my issues of age, Afib, medications, etc., and recommends a laparoscopic procedure to do both sides at once.  The surgery is scheduled for June 18, but first I have to get clearance from my cardiologist, who wants me to do a stress test, which will happen next week.  I really like this surgeon.  Although he seems to be about 13 years old, he also seems knowledgeable, competent, and personable  This helps a lot with my wimpiness about getting sliced and diced.  

 

Finally, I caught my 800th coqui frog this week!  The honor went to a big female who was about to have a hot date with a male who was calling loudly below our bedroom lanai.  I hand-caught the female, but the male had backed into a deep hole in the house foundation and I had to spritz him with citric acid. I'm not sure if I got enough on him to put an end to his singing career because he shot out of the hole and disappeared.  Anyway, the female is now a coqui-cicle in the freezer.

 

Ok, that's my report for the week.  Hang in there.  Roller coaster rides do come to an end eventually. Carpe Vitam!

Club Hernia, Valve Re-Repair, Taxes, Gooey Golf

Note: This is another blog based on my weekly emails to my family on the mainland. Since much of my news these days relates to trying to age gracefully, this series might be called The Geezer Gazette.]

4/11/25

 

Aloha All!

 

I'm not sure the recent mainland weather qualifies as "April Showers."  Geesh.  Tornadoes, flooding, snow storms.  Some Spring you guys seem to be having. The crazy weather, though, is right in line with the equally crazy political, social, and economic turmoil.  It's times like these I'm glad to be right where I am -- 2000 miles from the mayhem. Oops.  I forgot that we're venturing to the mainland next week.  Wish us luck. Maybe I should update my will, renew my supply of tranquilizers, and buy some noise-canceling earphones?

 

Well, I'll get right to the Geezer Gazette news.  On Monday I saw my regular doctor for my usual 6-month check up. My blood and pee test results were fine -- low cholesterol, B-12 ok, low sodium. etc.  My emphysema is worse, but not by very much. However, it looks like I will soon be joining another not-so-exclusive geezer association:  the Hernia Repair Club. I've had the most common form of hernia (inguinal) since I was a teenager, but it has never caused me any problems or discomfort. Doctors who have examined me have duly noted its existence but  have advised me that surgery wasn't necessary, an assessment that I happily agreed with because I am a wimp when in comes to people slicing me open with sharp knives. So far, except for having my tonsils out and my cataracts removed, I've never had an operation of any kind. However, my hernia has been getting bigger over the past couple of years, and although it still doesn't hurt at all, I may soon need a sling to carry it around.  Besides, since sooner or later I will have to have this taken care of, I figure I'll be able to recover quicker now because I'm in better shape than I will be at any time in the future.  My internist has referred me to a surgeon for a consult which is the first step.  In the meantime, I naturally I did some research about hernias and hernia surgery and discovered some interesting tidbits, like the incidence of the common inguinal form is about 25% in men, but only 2% in women. The rate in men is about the same for Afib as it is for Hernias, making both of them common topics for guy geezer get-together sessions, along with discussions about enlarged prostates, something that 80% of men over 70 have.  Almost one million hernia repair surgeries are performed each year, which means most surgeons get a lot of practice at this, which is probably a good thing.  I also learned that by far the most common form of hernia isn't what I thought it was -- it's something called a Hiatal Hernia, and 50% of people over 50 develop one. In this type of hernia part of the stomach slides up along the esophagus through a hole in your chest diaphragm. Most of the time Hiatal Hernias don't require surgery, but they are a frequent cause of acid reflux, a common geezer complaint. Fun facts, eh?

 

My project I mentioned last week to replace a faulty irrigation valve went ok until I tested it and discovered a slow leak in one of my connections.  The joints I had glued together were fine, but I one of the fittings that screws into the body of the valve hadn't been tightened enough.  The leak was so small that I could have just left it as is, but that would have driven me crazy, knowing that it wasn't quite right. The solution, fortunately, was pretty quick and easy.  I just cut out the valve, wrenched the fittings more tightly, and glued the assembly back into place.  No drips or oozing at all this time, and the controller opens and closes the valve as it should.  And I feel way mo' betta.

 

I filed my income taxes last week.  No refund for me this time, I'm proud to say.  Instead, we owed a fair amount more this year, not because of higher tax rates but rather because the stock market did much better, unlike the tanking occurring at the moment under our current "leadership."   Even with the additional amount we owe, our effective tax rate is nearly the same as it has been for the past 15 years, despite changes of administrations and chest-thumping claims of lowering taxes.  I filed electronically as I usually do because that way I know for sure the return has been filed on time and accepted.  I also set up our quarterly estimated tax payments to be paid automatically online so that if we happen to be traveling I don't have to worry about it. 

 

Yesterday Karen and I played golf with our usual partner, who  joined us part way through the

Jackson, Course Dragon

round.  Even though it threatened rain, we wanted to go ahead because this was the last time we could play until after our return from our trip.  There were some sprinkles and short spells of fog, but we escaped anything heavy. Karen and I both played lousy for the first few holes, a performance we blamed on the thick air and generally gooey conditions due to previous rains. However, we did much better on holes lower down the course, where it was drier.  I got two bogeys and a par, as did Karen. We saw lots of Nenes and Peacocks, but no chicks yet.  We also were treated to a rare sighting of Jackson, the Course Dragon. All in all it was a very good outing.

 

That's it for this week, and you probably won't hear from me again until after we return.  Take care and remember that facts and truth really do exist, no matter how hard someone denies them. 

Carpe Vitam!

 

Missed Anniversary, Rejoining Afib Club, Barbers, Valves & Lava

Note: This is another blog based on my weekly emails to my family on the mainland. Since much of my news these days relates to trying to age gracefully, this series might be called The Geezer Gazette.]

4/5/25

 

Aloha Everyone!

 

I completely forgot to mention last week that I had an important anniversary on the day we got rained out at golf -- that day marked 31 years (!) since I quit smoking. Quitting was one of the hardest things I have ever done.  I had been trying for years, managing at times to get down to just a few cigarettes a day, but I could never go 24 hours without smoking. I was finally forced to go 24 hours by a sudden bout of pericarditis, a condition that landed me in the intensive care ward overnight. Pericarditis is not caused  by smoking and it often doesn't recur, as in my case.  But the hospital stay gave me the opportunity to finally break my addiction.  My physician prescribed nicotine patches and an anti-panic medication that turned out to be key to quitting.  Anyway, after 31 years my chances of lung cancer have been greatly reduced, but the legacy of emphysema is still with me and will continue to progress. Kind of a "good news-bad news" thing....

In Geezer Gazette news, I have now been reinstated in the not-so-exclusive Afib Club.  From December 6 until March 12 I didn't record a single Afib incident, but in the last three weeks I've recorded 9 episodes, mostly brief.  As disappointing as this is, I wasn't very surprised, given that most people who returned to a normal rhythm after being treated with either drugs (me) or shock have Afib again within a year.  One thing for sure is that my decision to continue taking a blood thinner a was a wise one.  Afib can lead to blood clots that produce strokes, a very nasty outcome.  During my episodes -- recently as well as last summer -- I really don't feel all that bad, and may not even notice that I'm in Afib, which means I shouldn't rely on my experience as a guide to taking a blood thinner. I saw my cardiologist yesterday on a routine, pre-scheduled visit.  He was unconcerned about the return to Afib and said that as long as I don't experience severe symptoms or have a prolonged elevated heart rate, there is no need to change anything at all.  I'll continue with the blood thinner and with my heart rate medication, and of course I'll still check my rhythm.  But other than that I don't need to worry about it.  Gladly, I should add -- I have enough things to keep me worried.

One of the irritating aspects of getting older is that you find yourself outlasting more and more of the people you've come to rely on, like barbers, doctors. gardeners, handymen, mechanics.  This week I learned that my barber of 20+ years has to travel to the mainland to care for her ailing father, and also that the shop she has been using has been closed, leaving her without a place to work.  For many guys this wouldn't be a big deal, they'd just switch to a new barber.  However, I've struggled for most of my life with barbers who can't seem to handle my somewhat difficult hair (see my blog, Haircuts From Hell).  About twenty years ago I stumbled onto one that consistently is able to keep me looking at least semi-decent, including adapting to the challenges of thinning and receding that have accompanied geezerhood.  At the moment I'm not sure how this will work out, since I really needed a cut before our upcoming trip.  I dread the thought of going to someone new, but I may have to anyway.  I'll let you new how this very serious crisis plays out.

My house project this week involves replacing a valve in our irrigation system. I installed this nearly 25 years ago as part of my expansion of our low-volume automatic watering system.  I have about 7 of these valves that control water going to different zones.  They're connected to an electronic timer that programs the length of time and frequency of watering for each zone.  It sends a signal to each valve at the appointed time to open and then close the valve.  The one that I have to replace will open ok but it won't respond to the signal to close, so that the water keeps running.  Often this can be fixed by replacing a part called a solenoid on the valve, but I tried that and it didn't work. So I've brushed up on my skills for working with pvc pipe, and I will cut out the old valve and glue in a new one this weekend. I know, I could have hired somebody to do this for me, but where's the fun in that?  I figure that every time I get a chance to use a muscle or a brain cell I should take it to ward off that guy with the scythe.

Pele's 16th fountaining episode came and went this week. It was definitely a "sweet sixteen" event, reaching heights of over 700 feet.  Like the other 15 episodes, this one didn't last long and it has now completely shut off again.  I'd drive the 180 mile round trip to take a look, but I would likely be there during a pause.  Also, I should emphasize again that the closeup  photos are spectacular, but the nearest observation point is about 1.5 miles away.  This would be ok for a lava hound like me, but anyone expecting a huge all-encompassing eruption would likely be disappointed.

Finally, Karen and I played golf this week, and it was an interesting round.  I did much better than the week before, with a couple of bogeys and some truly amazing shots.  Karen and I agree, though, that our scores didn't reflect our performances.  For the first several holes, Karen outplayed me by far, yet our scores were very close.  Then I started doing better and we both were happy with how we were doing, but the scores didn't seem to match our happiness.  We also may have witnessed a golfing case of quantum entanglement, parallel universes, or a rip in the space-time continuum.  Karen uses bright yellow balls.  Other people do too, but most of us use white. On two occasions Karen whacked a ball into oblivion and we chalked it off as lost.  She shot again and the second time her ball went to the other side of the fairway, nicely hit.  When we approached we found two yellow balls next to each other! This happened twice during our round. Hmmm.

Ok, that's it for the week. Enjoy spring as best you can.  Dodge those tornadoes! 

Water Wing Golf, Security Light, A.C. Fix (?)

Note: This is another blog based on my weekly emails to my family on the mainland. Since much of my news these days relates to trying to age gracefully, this series might be called The Geezer Gazette.]

3/29/25

 

Aloha All!

 

Can you believe it? April is creeping up on us and April Fools' Day will be here next week.  Hmmm. Come to think about it,  every day is starting to feel like April Fools' Day.... Anyway, life lurches along, and here are some of the highlights of my week.

 

On Tuesday Karen and I played golf with our friend but it didn't go well.  After about 7 or 8 holes it started to rain. 

A Swimming Hole?

We seldom have encountered full-out downpours on the course, and a shower can often be avoided by skipping to a hole lower on the course.  Not this time.  We tried to keep going in the spirit of the tough-as-nails Scottish originators of the game, but we finally gave up and headed for the warmth and dryness of the car.  By the time we quit, the greens had turned to ponds, a great excuse for putting badly. We still had our lunch with us, so we drove down to the beach for a picnic. 

My house project this week was to replace a faulty security light, a simple task that of course wound up being a much bigger deal than it should have been.  We installed a couple of these on the outside of the house several years ago after we were robbed while we were away on a trip. The theory is that ne'r-do-wells trying to break in at night might be deterred by having a glaring light suddenly shining on them.  The light is motion activated by a sensor that detects infrared sources, like human beings, cats, and the occasional feral pig.  Occasionally the sensors go bad, which is what happened in this case.  The light would sometimes come on when it was supposed to, but often it wouldn't.  I went to the big box hardware store where I had originally bought the lights and got what looked like an exact replacement.  Same brand, same model, same style. Everything seemed like all I would have to do is unscrew the old light and connect the wires (power off, of course) to the new fixture.  Nope.  In the intervening years the company had changed the design slightly and it took an exasperatingly long time to figure out why the new light wouldn't attach to the old outlet box.  I finally realized the problem and got the job done, but it was a lesson in why you shouldn't take things for granted.  The new light works fine, and I didn't electrocute myself nor fall off the ladder! 

On Thursday morning I finally got my new Outback in to have the a.c. fixed.  Recall that just a couple of months after I bought the car last year the a.c. stopped putting out cold air.  The dealership service department is so understaffed that it took almost two months to have the problem looked at.  They recharged the system and it worked fine -- for another couple of months.  Same deal. I had to wait almost two months to get them to try to fix it again. That was in January.  The decision was that the evaporator core, the heart of the system, needed to be replaced. They once again recharged the refrigerant and it has been working so-so since then.  The next available appointment was this past Thursday, another two month wait. It took all day Thursday and a good part of Friday to get the job done.  It seems to be working ok at the moment, but being the skeptic that I am, I made a follow-up appointment for early June.  That way, if the problem returns I won't have to wait a long time to get it worked on again.  Geez I wish things would be less of an unnecessary hassle!

 

Finally, I should say we are going ahead with our plans to visit Yosemite National Park, despite the efforts of our newly appointed Oligarch-in-Chief to mess things up.  We've decided that this may be our last chance to see this uniquely beautiful place, and we're determined to make the most of it.  We have reservations in the park itself for 5 nights, plus reservations in the surrounding area for another five nights, before we fly to Las Vegas for four nights.  The Vegas experience will be an interesting and perhaps lethal contrast.  We have tickets to a couple of shows and reservations at a couple of nice restaurants. Should be fun.

 

Ok, that's it for now.  It's hard these days, but keep trying to find your Zen place.... Carpe Vitam .