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Sunday morning, January first 2017, started off foggy. 

That makes for a good year for headlight manufacturers and body shops – not for me, just in general. 

Sunday ended with me winning (through no fault of my own) a fantasy football league I didn’t want to join. 

Thanks, Mark

Monday morning, January second, starts out foggy again. I’d like to make a prediction about how this year is going to turn out, but the crystal ball is, predictably, foggy. 

When the nurse asks you which arm you want the tetanus shot in,  there are consequences when you sleep on your side. 

It all started innocently enough, just a regular day-after-Christmas organ delivery. While releasing a tie-down, I got a scrape that needed to be band-aided. My last tetanus shot was about 8 and a half years ago, so it was time. 

Show up at the doctor’s office at my scheduled time (missing work), and they tell me I can’t do it because I haven’t seen the doctor in over 6 months. Wish they would have known that when I made the appointment. I do mention in passing that I could get it at an urgent care place without having seen their doctor, but to no avail. 

The Little Clinic at Kroger filled the bill (with an upsell to include diptheria and pertussis – whooping cough). No reaction, so all is well. 

It could have been weller had they mentioned that if I was a side sleeper, I should get the shot on the ceiling-facing shoulder to avoid a few nights’ discomfort. They didn’t, and I didn’t think of it.

All is well. Still,  note to self . . . 

Today I turned 57.  A lot of varieties, a lot of years.

Instead of a maudlin post about how great it’s been (I thought of that) or how bad it’s been (less thought there) or remembering people, I decided to do another round of sayings that I found interesting.  Previous entries here, here, here, here, and here.

Sep 14: Don’t buy the house, buy the neighborhood

Oct 14: Too many rules are legalism.  Too much grace is enabling.

Nov 14: There is no substitute for genuine lack of preparation

Dec 14: The best thing about getting lost is what you find while you are there

Jan 15: Don’t tell me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the moon

Feb 15: Learning binary is as easy as 01, 10, 11

Mar 15: I’ll have a piece of cake.  It’s gotta be somebody’s birthday somewhere.

Apr 15: Don’t anthropomorphize computers – they hate that

May 15: Water pressure doesn’t matter if the faucet is closed

Jun 15: Green is not a creative color

Jul 15: You can write FORTRAN in any language

Aug 15: There are two kinds of people in this world: those who can extrapolate from incomplete data

Sep 15: Anything can happen in the next half hour

Oct 15: Each snowflake in an avalanche pleads not guilty

Nov 15: I have OCD and ADD. Things have to be perfect, but only for a couple seconds.

Dec 15: One candle loses nothing by lighting another

Jan 16: If you don’t like change, you’re going to HATE irrelevance

Feb 16: If you can’t play with words, what good are they?

Mar 16: There is no failure, only learning

Apr 16: We prepare for glory by failing until we don’t

May 16: Fools ignore complexity.  Pragmatists suffer it.  Some can avoid it.  The wise remove it.

Jun 16: The best of men is a man at best

Jul 16: The river is calm. There may still be crocodiles.

No, this is not some strange yoga position.  Nor is it about calling the Republicans to be more vocal (though there are some RINOs that are plenty loud).

I use a CPAP machine to help maintain my breathing through sleep apnea.  I have been doing it for 1001 days, according to the cool SleepyHead software by which I monitor myself at much closer intervals than the office’s six-month checkups.

CPAP machines have a hose by which they deliver air to your face.  The hose is a little bigger around than a Hula Hoop’s tube, and much more flexible. It is also connected at both ends, since they haven’t figured out how to deliver air wirelessly.  Yet.

I used to have the hose running down past my chin, tucked under me as I slept, and that worked fairly well. hose down  Not perfectly, mind you – I would wake up several times a night because the hose had shifted, or the weight was pulling it away from my face.

I didn’t want to get a hose stand – I don’t want more clutter. hose stand

What I came up with, after reading about other technologies, was to turn the world upside down.  Make the hose go up, almost like a snorkel tube. hose up I tuck it between the headboard and mattress.  It stays out of my way, and I sleep better.

 

 

 

So I grant to the world the name “Trumpeting Elephant” as a great description of an existing method.  Long may it roar!

trumpeting elephant

 

Way back in the day, my favorite car was the Honda City.  Not the new-fangled thing they call by the same name, but the original urban car.

Honda City

I remember it being much cooler looking, but it was definitely a small car.  I may have been influenced by my friend Steve’s little Honda

honda600 b

That’s not Steve (he’s taller).  The picture does show the size of the car.  Steve also had a Volkswagen Thing (in orange, like this one)

Volkswagen Thing

that had detachable doors.  But I digress.

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It isn’t that I am not thankful – I am.  It’s just that my car hasn’t gone a million miles – and it won’t.

After twenty years and two hundred and fifty thousand miles, I have parked my car.  It is my intention to never drive it again.  It has done me well, but it’s over.

quarter million

My brother posted a nice entry on talking to an electronic friend by voice.  It’s strange that we think that a phone call is more personal than email, as if it was the “good old days”.  Still, I understand and agree.  It is definitely higher bandwidth than text or email.

At the bottom of his post, Mark has a link to Sugarloaf’s “Don’t call us”.  Fun song, and haven’t heard it in a while.  I listened to the whole thing.

Youtube has links to other videos on every page, and one of the ones that popped up for me was the Dave Clark Five.  Which reminded me of this episode, that I can’t find documented anywhere else.

The local big AM station is WLW.  Many years ago, they were running a contest – well, not so much a contest as a give-away with a terribly easy question at the beginning.  I heard this as I was driving.

DJ: How many people were in the Dave Clark Five?

Caller (who happened to be female): Detroit.

They were flabbergasted, understandably.  They asked her to calm down and listen to the question.  She got it in just two tries.

There are some days when I feel astonishingly, extremely normal.

It’s a race.

My car vs. rust.  My car vs. leaking oil.  My car vs. a cheap muffler.

And yet, it keeps on going.

249000

I figure in about six weeks it will cross the quarter-million mile mark.  In about three weeks it will cross the twenty-years-of-ownership mark.

Yes, it’s down a cylinder, and I need to add a couple quarts of oil a week.  It’s still a fun car to drive.

Acura, you done good.

I’m staying away from politics for a while – I find that I get bothered easily.  So here’s something from the real world that bothers me.

I’m part of a FreeCycle group.  People post to the newsgroup when they have something they don’t want anymore, rather than pitching it.  I’ve seen everything from egg cartons to projection TVs.  People can also post with wants – a family gets burned out and needs new furniture.  A kid wants a particular doodad for a school project (the last one I saw was for hearing aids).  Lots of people offer excess plants.  We have been the beneficiary of multiple things, never posted a want, and have supplied at least one person’s want.

This want was astounding.

WANTED: Laser for a 40 caliber handgun

Thu Jan 24, 2013 8:42 am (PST) . Posted by: (redacted)

Springfield 40 caliber hand gun, I read it is attached to the barrel rod? Need it for training.

Well, then.  That makes sense. This person has applied for a job somewhere and wants someone else to donate a $350 piece of hardware.  If the donor has it, they bought it on purpose – this isn’t a plant that self-propagates or an egg carton that has outlived its usefulness.

Earlier this year, when we were cleaning out our shed, we came up with a bicycle, an electric mower, and a metal cart that we didn’t want/need anymore.  We took them down to the street, taped FREE signs to each of them, and let the market work.  We were gone that Saturday, and when we got back, the items were gone.  Somebody benefited from our generosity.

But begging for a $350 specialized piece of equipment?  Naah.

Another aspect: if they need this for their job, it’s part of job start-up costs.  Count that in when you apply.  At my old job, I needed a piece of software so that everyone could upgrade their software easily.  I wrote up the business case and we purchased a worldwide license for Beyond Compare.  I switched jobs, but the software didn’t.  Last month I bought my own copy (personal) for my workplace.  I can use it, work and home, forever.  I bought it, and I plan on using it at my current job for the rest of my work life.  My employer didn’t owe it to me.  The world didn’t owe it to me.  I wanted it, and I bought it.

And I’m staying away from politics.

Note: details of the want ad are munged for privacy.

Today my car reached another significant milestone, mileage-wise.

234567

 

234,567 miles.  That’s just under 35 miles a day, on average, over the past 18+ years.  And it’s still going strong.

For a while, I was hoping the car would conk out, to force us into replacing it.  Now that it has hit this mark, I’d like it to stick around until it reaches a quarter million miles.  Not bad for a car I didn’t want to buy.

I was going for a Supra, back in 1994, but I didn’t want that to be the only car I looked at.  The Acura Integra was a comparison car.

I never made it off their lot and over to the Toyota lot.  And I’m glad.