Oh how I love having needles shoved in me
After all the excitement of fitting out the laundry (which is now successfully in regular use), it's been time to tidy up loose ends. I still haven't fixed the hole in the mudroom floor or sealed the wall under the kitchen. But then again, the folks at Asurion still haven't fixed everything that is wrong with my Toshiba Satellite laptop. But at least they haven't reformatted the hard drive again. And the USB ports actually work (which is why I sent it to them in the first place.) I now have enough laptop shipping boxes to last me a lifetime.
On the health front I have rarely felt better though I don't think I am as fit as I had been kidding myself. I won't be reffing soccer this autumn as, although I could have done so without taking the 2018 exam (I've already passed the 2019 exam), the NCSRA wanted the full $100 registration fee, which is about as much as I would have made over the remainder of the year, given that I have been told by the doc that running around with a load of germy kids in sub-zero temperatures in December is not a recipe for longevity. So time to give the bike a squirt of oil - I think it'll fit in the back of the Outback more easily than it went into the Forester. We took Sam's "new" bike up to High Point a couple of weekends ago although the back seat unexpected visitor (an escapee from the hurricane) made it a tight squeeze. Tromping around the campus in the heat and humidity was a hell of a lot easier than I recall it being last October.
I now get a shot of Zometa every 3 months that leaves me feeling like crap for a couple of days, as well as my daily Revlimid (the price of which I suspect has just gone up, $600 a day presumably not being adequately profitable. I thank Medicare daily for picking up the vast majority of the tab.)
It has been a remarkably wet, hot and humid summer. I'm glad we don't live on the coast - it is getting brutal over there. Maybe Maine sometime but having to move out of my house every year and wondering if it will still be there when I get back is well down my list of fun things to do.
Today's fascinating trivium is that the area in Indonesia hit by the earthquake and tsunami recently, Donggala, is the name of the brand of tea my mum used to buy in Coryton when I was a kid.
Despite being retired, I do want to keep my hand in on the work front but it's not all that easy to do (not that it distresses me). I am going to be working as an elections officer from mid-October until election day in early November and then working on election day itself. It amazes me that so few people vote here when you can vote by mail, outside the district in which you live and for about three weeks before the election so that, if you're going to be busy on election day, you have plenty of opportunity to cast your vote. Maybe this year, with so many people have strong feelings pro and con our beloved leader, turnout will be higher. I still expect to read a lot during early voting but to have long queues from time to time on election day.
I hope to pick up some math tutoring work - too many kids who need a tutor leave it too late and do a mad dash to catch up on missed homework rather than improving their understanding of the subject. Computer science and programming are typically "elective" classes so nobody cares if they pass or fail those so there's no tutoring work to be had there. They'll be sorry.
Ideally, I would like some remote work that I can do from home writing in my #1 programming language, IBM Assembler. Alas, if you put that on a job search site you get calls from people wanting you to assemble fridges. Not even assembling computers (which I reckon I could do better than Asurion).
On the health front I have rarely felt better though I don't think I am as fit as I had been kidding myself. I won't be reffing soccer this autumn as, although I could have done so without taking the 2018 exam (I've already passed the 2019 exam), the NCSRA wanted the full $100 registration fee, which is about as much as I would have made over the remainder of the year, given that I have been told by the doc that running around with a load of germy kids in sub-zero temperatures in December is not a recipe for longevity. So time to give the bike a squirt of oil - I think it'll fit in the back of the Outback more easily than it went into the Forester. We took Sam's "new" bike up to High Point a couple of weekends ago although the back seat unexpected visitor (an escapee from the hurricane) made it a tight squeeze. Tromping around the campus in the heat and humidity was a hell of a lot easier than I recall it being last October.
I now get a shot of Zometa every 3 months that leaves me feeling like crap for a couple of days, as well as my daily Revlimid (the price of which I suspect has just gone up, $600 a day presumably not being adequately profitable. I thank Medicare daily for picking up the vast majority of the tab.)
It has been a remarkably wet, hot and humid summer. I'm glad we don't live on the coast - it is getting brutal over there. Maybe Maine sometime but having to move out of my house every year and wondering if it will still be there when I get back is well down my list of fun things to do.
Today's fascinating trivium is that the area in Indonesia hit by the earthquake and tsunami recently, Donggala, is the name of the brand of tea my mum used to buy in Coryton when I was a kid.
Despite being retired, I do want to keep my hand in on the work front but it's not all that easy to do (not that it distresses me). I am going to be working as an elections officer from mid-October until election day in early November and then working on election day itself. It amazes me that so few people vote here when you can vote by mail, outside the district in which you live and for about three weeks before the election so that, if you're going to be busy on election day, you have plenty of opportunity to cast your vote. Maybe this year, with so many people have strong feelings pro and con our beloved leader, turnout will be higher. I still expect to read a lot during early voting but to have long queues from time to time on election day.
I hope to pick up some math tutoring work - too many kids who need a tutor leave it too late and do a mad dash to catch up on missed homework rather than improving their understanding of the subject. Computer science and programming are typically "elective" classes so nobody cares if they pass or fail those so there's no tutoring work to be had there. They'll be sorry.
Ideally, I would like some remote work that I can do from home writing in my #1 programming language, IBM Assembler. Alas, if you put that on a job search site you get calls from people wanting you to assemble fridges. Not even assembling computers (which I reckon I could do better than Asurion).
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