The swans

Big, heavy Lucite swans, two of them, about three feet tall and wide, were the hardest thing to move today from BE’s daughter’s rent house. Fortunately we just sat and watched, and briefly debated with the mover, about how to get them into his truck. At one point we were going to have an hour or so to wait until they were crated. He was that worried about damaging them. But finally he and his helper carried them and we were almost done.

Took nine hours to get everything out and into stepdaughter’s new, smaller rental in a fourplex in a nicer neighborhood. She had to work. Bigwigs from corporate in town at the last minute. So we supervised and briefly debated, and finally got it done. Only one thing broken. Of sentimental value, unfortunately. Cost: a whopping $2k. How much of that was inflation and how much gas prices, we wonder. Just glad it’s over.

Rule 5: Louisa Khovanski

Ukrainian curve model

Substack

Now here’s an idea, move the blog to Substack and (potentially) get paid by subscribers who want to pay to read my undying prose. Hmm. Not likely, as I haven’t drawn many steady readers here for free. But it’s an idea worth pursuing if I can come up with a new format and focus for them. Say, on Reiki, perhaps. Or after-death communication. Something I care enough about to write interesting articles. We shall see.

The surgery virgin

I made it through the eye surgery with no pain and no recall at all. I was out for the count under full anesthesia. The retina surgeon said later that he didn’t suture down the moved lens but merely moved it to a better place that he thinks will hold and improve. Said he was mitigating risk, as my old eye structures would make the sutures riskier. So I’m no longer a surgery virgin, but I don’t feel violated. Now to keep my fingers off the eye for the week the surgeon said it would take to settle down. I’m wearing the glasses I had stopped wearing to help keep the eye safe.

Starter not battery

I thought the old (2004), aging CRV had eaten another battery, but the AAA guy who came out to help said, no, the battery is fine. It’s the starter that’s broken. He jump-started the CRV and I drove it to First Texas Honda where I got a loaner and came home. Could take a while to get the starter fixed, as the car is a bit of an antique by Honda standards in 2022. So we’ll have to wait and see how it goes.

UPDATE: A new starter installed is about $1,000, they say. But. meanwhile, they found more wrong, including a safety problem with a knuckle on a ball joint involving the rack-and-pinion steering. Total about $6k. Bar’s ex was an auto mechanic who bragged about causing problems then calling for their repair. To make more money, of course. But the CRV is 18 years old with 125,000 miles on it, so it’s just as likely to have been legitimately discovered. And fixing it all is a lot cheaper than buying the cheapest new used one I could find online, six years old, also with 125,000 miles, for $18,000+. So I went for the 6. I’ll baby it.

Rule 5: Mila Kuznetsova

Ukrainian plus-size model

Drill, baby, drill

Because, otherwise, we’re funding Putin’s aggression in Ukraine and elsewhere. Biden has to piss off his green base to restore our energy independence and lower the price of oil which will lower Putin’s profits. And, not incidentally, inflation. Can Lyin’ Biden do it? Could but may not have the guts. Certainly not before the mid-terms.