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Dec. 31st, 2013
I don't really have a visceral feel for this being the end of the year. I'm not a New Years Eve or New Years Day celebrant but, generally I am aware of an ending/beginning but this year not so much. I did see a giant bag of New Years Eve party goodies in Walmart yesterday that whipped me back to the 50's.
My parents always went to New Year's Eve parties. It was a dress up BFD event. We got a babysitter (always fun) and Mother and Daddy were in their finest party attire. Plus there was what I considered a huge payoff. The next morning, on our pillows, were an array of whistles and poppers and paper masks and all manner of fabulous New Years Eve fodder. It was like Christmas 2.0.
But as an adult, I've never been a big New Years Eve person. And now, as an old adult, the only acknowledgement is understanding that services will be suspended and some stuff will be closed. I do feel better about the number 2014 than 2013.
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I have a loooong wall of shelves going down the length of my condo. The shelves hold photos and mugs and books and stuff. The stuff builds up. Periodically, I go through and cull the stuff and put it in a big plastic bin. If, when next I cull, I still don't miss the formerly culled stuff, it goes to the Goodwill. Yesterday was a culling. The shelves look so much nicer now.
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I got my insurance card yesterday from my new Medicare Advantage plan. It won't kick in until March 1 but I feel way better knowing it's all in place. I also got my final prescription filled under my COBRA insurance. $155 for the cheapest of my inhalers (3 of them). I have enough of everything - inhalers and pills - to last me until the new insurance has all settled in. Whew. And it's all paid for - not a minor deal.
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The mail also brought the papers for the annual meeting of the condo home owners association. The guy who has been president (and done a fabulous job) is resigning. Our building has roughly 100 residential units and 10 commercial units. It's kind of the weird spot of condos. Too small to afford decent management and so big that it really requires it. The unpaid head of the home owners association can have a huge impact on many of the things that make living here a nice place to live and maintain/grow the value of of my ownership. An incompetent home owners association president probably won't negatively affect the value but could be a major PIA.
BUT, after years and years of living in condos - I moved into my first one in 1984 in Charlotte, North Carolina - I've steadily maintained my Golden Rule of Condo Living... If I am not willing to help run the show, I need to just shut the fuck up. I am so not willing to help run the show. So... I will watch and wait and just be grateful for the years Jeff gave us.
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Swimming won't be until the pool opens at 11. And that's the only thing on my hit parade today. The pool is closed tomorrow so I need to make today's swim count for two.
My parents always went to New Year's Eve parties. It was a dress up BFD event. We got a babysitter (always fun) and Mother and Daddy were in their finest party attire. Plus there was what I considered a huge payoff. The next morning, on our pillows, were an array of whistles and poppers and paper masks and all manner of fabulous New Years Eve fodder. It was like Christmas 2.0.
But as an adult, I've never been a big New Years Eve person. And now, as an old adult, the only acknowledgement is understanding that services will be suspended and some stuff will be closed. I do feel better about the number 2014 than 2013.
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I have a loooong wall of shelves going down the length of my condo. The shelves hold photos and mugs and books and stuff. The stuff builds up. Periodically, I go through and cull the stuff and put it in a big plastic bin. If, when next I cull, I still don't miss the formerly culled stuff, it goes to the Goodwill. Yesterday was a culling. The shelves look so much nicer now.
---
I got my insurance card yesterday from my new Medicare Advantage plan. It won't kick in until March 1 but I feel way better knowing it's all in place. I also got my final prescription filled under my COBRA insurance. $155 for the cheapest of my inhalers (3 of them). I have enough of everything - inhalers and pills - to last me until the new insurance has all settled in. Whew. And it's all paid for - not a minor deal.
---
The mail also brought the papers for the annual meeting of the condo home owners association. The guy who has been president (and done a fabulous job) is resigning. Our building has roughly 100 residential units and 10 commercial units. It's kind of the weird spot of condos. Too small to afford decent management and so big that it really requires it. The unpaid head of the home owners association can have a huge impact on many of the things that make living here a nice place to live and maintain/grow the value of of my ownership. An incompetent home owners association president probably won't negatively affect the value but could be a major PIA.
BUT, after years and years of living in condos - I moved into my first one in 1984 in Charlotte, North Carolina - I've steadily maintained my Golden Rule of Condo Living... If I am not willing to help run the show, I need to just shut the fuck up. I am so not willing to help run the show. So... I will watch and wait and just be grateful for the years Jeff gave us.
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Swimming won't be until the pool opens at 11. And that's the only thing on my hit parade today. The pool is closed tomorrow so I need to make today's swim count for two.
Thank you, Tyler!
Dec. 31st, 2013 03:59 pmThe stock market just closed for the year and for the stuff I own pieces of, it ended on a lovely high note. My net worth, right this minute, is higher than it has ever been before. I know it's temporary. I am living off my investments - buying food and gadgets instead of reinvesting and still their total mounts. In the stock market and other investment vehicles what go uppeth come downeth and I know that but for now, I'm feeling good. My financial adviser, Tyler, does a magnificent job. I'm very lucky but I'm also very careful. I have no net, no backup, no rich uncle, no husband, parents, no fairy godmother. I have no job and horrible lungs. But, right now, I'm thinking that I might not end up a bag lady on the street and that makes me very happy.
The pool today was packed. A lot of college aged looking kids fighting the regulars for a spot in the fast and very fast lanes. Happily the Easy and very easy (my home town) lanes were just the regulars. And my swim was great. There were also a lot of tiny children with parents in the shall end section (not part of lane swimming). They came in as I was leaving. There was a lot of toddler screeching going on as I got the fuck out of there.
I picked up a Papa John's bake it yourself pizza. I've always wanted to try one and today seemed like as good a time as any.
I spent what ended up being a couple of hours in a hangout this afternoon with my brother. His business is doing good and we chatted about some of the new things he was doing and his website and his newsletter. He has 3 tech's right now and we're going feature one each issue. The first round (and maybe the first couple) will be introductions. I'm handling this project and I'm jacked about it. I think it will be fun to do and will add a nice little section to the newsletter. He's discovering that his newsletter is bringing him business and raising the level of dialogue with the businesses he already services so we'll be paying more attention to it. He's maybe thinking that a lot of February's issue will be CES coverage. Can do!!
The pool today was packed. A lot of college aged looking kids fighting the regulars for a spot in the fast and very fast lanes. Happily the Easy and very easy (my home town) lanes were just the regulars. And my swim was great. There were also a lot of tiny children with parents in the shall end section (not part of lane swimming). They came in as I was leaving. There was a lot of toddler screeching going on as I got the fuck out of there.
I picked up a Papa John's bake it yourself pizza. I've always wanted to try one and today seemed like as good a time as any.
I spent what ended up being a couple of hours in a hangout this afternoon with my brother. His business is doing good and we chatted about some of the new things he was doing and his website and his newsletter. He has 3 tech's right now and we're going feature one each issue. The first round (and maybe the first couple) will be introductions. I'm handling this project and I'm jacked about it. I think it will be fun to do and will add a nice little section to the newsletter. He's discovering that his newsletter is bringing him business and raising the level of dialogue with the businesses he already services so we'll be paying more attention to it. He's maybe thinking that a lot of February's issue will be CES coverage. Can do!!
Me and pizza
Dec. 31st, 2013 06:33 pmIn the South, in the 50's, we didn't have pizza. We had black eyed peas but we had them all year round and I didn't know they were a New Years thing. We had okra and like many many things it was deep fried and, so, delicious. But, I didn't even know what pizza was until I went to college.
My college was just outside Wheeling, WV. Most of the people at my college were from around there or from the Northeast. They had been fed pizza instead of pablum (which, it occurs to me, may, itself, be an ancient reference). Whenever we got to Wheeling, my friends made a beeline for DiCarlos. They sold pizza - great, wonderful pizza - by the slice. I feel in love. DiCarlos pizza is square. Their slices are square. I didn't know about round pizza pies or pizza pie wedges until I got out of college in the 70's.
My tongue was still in love with DiCarlos so I wasn't that enamored with any pizza that came in a wedge. I got over it but I've always had a weird pizza thing. There are many fine pizza's I do not like. I really don't like any grocery store frozen/fresh/whatever pizza. I've had fancy pizzzas that I liked ok, but didn't love. Most pizzas enjoyed in a bar with a beer are good. But, I don't hang out in beer joints much.
I've always meant to try PapaJohn'Murphy's. And there's one very near the pool. Today I decided was the day to finally try it. I got a way too big pepperoni. (The menu and the bored woman at the cash register only offered one size. While she was putting mine together, I saw a 'medium' option on the list on the wall. Next time.)
And it was good. Really good. Really really good. And it came on its own cooking 'pan'. I cooked it at 425 for 10 minutes and then took it off the pan and cooked it on the oven rack for another 9 minutes and then let it sit for a couple of minutes more. Really excellent. And I liked that it had its own pan to cook on, slice on and it was easy peasy to toss, not big and bulky like boxes.
Next time I will get the medium and I will have some green olives on hand and maybe some mushrooms. This could be a very nice habit.
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Edited later when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hidefbear pointed out that I should check Papa John's politics. I did and won't be doing any business there. But turns out I didn't anyway. whew.
My college was just outside Wheeling, WV. Most of the people at my college were from around there or from the Northeast. They had been fed pizza instead of pablum (which, it occurs to me, may, itself, be an ancient reference). Whenever we got to Wheeling, my friends made a beeline for DiCarlos. They sold pizza - great, wonderful pizza - by the slice. I feel in love. DiCarlos pizza is square. Their slices are square. I didn't know about round pizza pies or pizza pie wedges until I got out of college in the 70's.
My tongue was still in love with DiCarlos so I wasn't that enamored with any pizza that came in a wedge. I got over it but I've always had a weird pizza thing. There are many fine pizza's I do not like. I really don't like any grocery store frozen/fresh/whatever pizza. I've had fancy pizzzas that I liked ok, but didn't love. Most pizzas enjoyed in a bar with a beer are good. But, I don't hang out in beer joints much.
I've always meant to try Papa
And it was good. Really good. Really really good. And it came on its own cooking 'pan'. I cooked it at 425 for 10 minutes and then took it off the pan and cooked it on the oven rack for another 9 minutes and then let it sit for a couple of minutes more. Really excellent. And I liked that it had its own pan to cook on, slice on and it was easy peasy to toss, not big and bulky like boxes.
Next time I will get the medium and I will have some green olives on hand and maybe some mushrooms. This could be a very nice habit.
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Edited later when
hidefbear pointed out that I should check Papa John's politics. I did and won't be doing any business there. But turns out I didn't anyway. whew.