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May. 1st, 2016 12:22 ammust. sleep.
May. 1st, 2016
Woke up at the crack of OMG on Saturday maybe 6 times before the 7 am alarm rang. Still feeling weak and sunburned and feverish and a wee bit slow off the mark. Decided not to trust my balance in the shower, but brushed my teeth, took meds, Tested my Hgl but don't remember what it was. Finished packing, leaving behind two mac n cheese cups, a cup o noodles, three diet Cokes, and a frozen spaghetti & meatball entrée.
By the time I got to the front office I was out of breath. It was 8:30, I asked them to call a cab, and please get me to the station by 9. And she did. The cab was coming from out of town, arrived 20 minutes later. It was a junker with the cab decals peeling off, driven by a guy about my age. He did have and use a legit meter.
And he got me there by 9. I gave him $10 for a $6 ride.
The train wasn't due till 9:35, and it was cold and windy, so I'm glad I had three layers on, and my long jeans.
The trip back was fine. A tiny bit late into Santa Barbara, but still a 2-hour layover. I sat in front of and sometimes in the station, it was sunny but chilly with a breeze.
And then the train pulled in and the sleeper cars were way the hell on the other end of the platform. As I limped with my two bags toward my car (the last one possible) I saw the signs which had been there all along - the signs were side-on to the station, you could not read them unless you were in front of them. Unlike San Jose, there was no staffer to point people in the right direction beforehand.
Upstairs to my room, I was out of breath for about 5 minutes.
Eventually I got out my camera, and snapped photos in between nodding off. Fell asleep and missed the Vandenberg SpaceX building. Pissed me off because even though I got a photo on the way up, the lighting is way better in the morning.
They had made a 1 pm lunch reservation for me, but I said no, I didn't want to share my cold. The attendant offered to bring me a meal, showed me the menu, but I just didn't feel like eating.
I also skipped dinner.
I thought I had enough snacks, and I did sort of (lots of walnuts) but the kippered snacks I had bought at the liquor store were not looking edible. I did have diet cokes, though.
Unlike the trip south, this one's attendant was doing her job, and had juice nd apples and oranges handy, but I was not feeling like eating.
Basically, I just relaxed, snapped pictures and enjoyed not being in Ventura.
Somewhere around Salinas we were slowed to a crawl and then a series of stops in farmland which had no crossroads and we should have been doing 90 mph. No explanation was given. A couple of times before we were stopped for 5 minutes because we were early, and a train needed to pass. This time by the time we got back up to speed we were half an hour late.
The last half hour into San Jose we were at 90mph, even though there were lots of crossings and urban sprawl. Go figure.
We arrived half an hour late. I didn't care, I had my car in the lot.
After a day of sitting, I was able to walk slowly to the parking lot, still feeling miserable but not dead yet.
Home, Spook did her usual thing of being at the door until I opened it, and then walking away.
Lots of stuff in the mailbox. Rent bill and HOA newsletter in the park slot.
Little by little got unpacked and fed and online and drugged and to bed.
By the time I got to the front office I was out of breath. It was 8:30, I asked them to call a cab, and please get me to the station by 9. And she did. The cab was coming from out of town, arrived 20 minutes later. It was a junker with the cab decals peeling off, driven by a guy about my age. He did have and use a legit meter.
And he got me there by 9. I gave him $10 for a $6 ride.
The train wasn't due till 9:35, and it was cold and windy, so I'm glad I had three layers on, and my long jeans.
The trip back was fine. A tiny bit late into Santa Barbara, but still a 2-hour layover. I sat in front of and sometimes in the station, it was sunny but chilly with a breeze.
And then the train pulled in and the sleeper cars were way the hell on the other end of the platform. As I limped with my two bags toward my car (the last one possible) I saw the signs which had been there all along - the signs were side-on to the station, you could not read them unless you were in front of them. Unlike San Jose, there was no staffer to point people in the right direction beforehand.
Upstairs to my room, I was out of breath for about 5 minutes.
Eventually I got out my camera, and snapped photos in between nodding off. Fell asleep and missed the Vandenberg SpaceX building. Pissed me off because even though I got a photo on the way up, the lighting is way better in the morning.
They had made a 1 pm lunch reservation for me, but I said no, I didn't want to share my cold. The attendant offered to bring me a meal, showed me the menu, but I just didn't feel like eating.
I also skipped dinner.
I thought I had enough snacks, and I did sort of (lots of walnuts) but the kippered snacks I had bought at the liquor store were not looking edible. I did have diet cokes, though.
Unlike the trip south, this one's attendant was doing her job, and had juice nd apples and oranges handy, but I was not feeling like eating.
Basically, I just relaxed, snapped pictures and enjoyed not being in Ventura.
Somewhere around Salinas we were slowed to a crawl and then a series of stops in farmland which had no crossroads and we should have been doing 90 mph. No explanation was given. A couple of times before we were stopped for 5 minutes because we were early, and a train needed to pass. This time by the time we got back up to speed we were half an hour late.
The last half hour into San Jose we were at 90mph, even though there were lots of crossings and urban sprawl. Go figure.
We arrived half an hour late. I didn't care, I had my car in the lot.
After a day of sitting, I was able to walk slowly to the parking lot, still feeling miserable but not dead yet.
Home, Spook did her usual thing of being at the door until I opened it, and then walking away.
Lots of stuff in the mailbox. Rent bill and HOA newsletter in the park slot.
Little by little got unpacked and fed and online and drugged and to bed.
Last night was nasty with a side of nice. Still feverish with bouts of shaking chills, I put on a T-shirt and was surprised when I woke up a couple of hours later soaked through, also soaked was the pillow and the stuffed cat. As I set the stuffed cat aside, Spook curled up next to me, and head-butted my hand to be petted.
She seemed to be jealous of stuffed cat. Or not - when I came home, one of Spook's toys was sitting in front o stuffed cat, as if she wanted to play.
Spook stayed on the bed all night, and through the morning, as I showered and went online and dressed.
The reason I had dressed is rent was due, as was the HOA dues, I had printed checks last night.
Had dome chicken soup for breakfast, delivered the checks, home, undressed, put on a bathrobe and parked in the recliner top catch up on a lot of Tivo.
Tivo, by the way, was bought by Rovi, and I fear I may need to start looking for another DVR provider. Later.
My lungs are better, still coughing a little but dry coughs. Took migraine Tylenol and my fever went down.
Dressed again at about 7 pm, took out the garbage & recycle, plugged in the car, watered the gardens and sat outside watching it dusk.
Went through the pile of mail. There were only two things which were not junk. Kaiser issuing me a new card, which appears to be the same as the last new one. And a survey from Kaiser about my health which I do not plan on filling out. Just one more piece of over-65 BS.
Which reminds me. In Ventura, the first day I took the bus, the drivers both directions accepted my 75¢ senior fare without question. The second day, both drivers asked for proof, and both recognized and accepted my Medicare card.
Did some Facebooking, put a booklet into an envelope and slapped my younger sister's address on it and stamped it. Need to email her that it's en route.
Not enough chicken soup defrosted for dinner, so I heated up some baked dim sum buns and added duck and water and bullion to what chicken soup was left. That made for a good meal.
Spook sprawled on the rug in front of me and appears to still be there hours later.
Chocolate donettes for dessert.
Plans for tomorrow:
Depends on how I feel in the morning
Rest
Maybe process the trip photos
Maybe meet Janice for coffee
Maybe there will be a call from Amazon's recruiter, probably telling me no thanks.
She seemed to be jealous of stuffed cat. Or not - when I came home, one of Spook's toys was sitting in front o stuffed cat, as if she wanted to play.
Spook stayed on the bed all night, and through the morning, as I showered and went online and dressed.
The reason I had dressed is rent was due, as was the HOA dues, I had printed checks last night.
Had dome chicken soup for breakfast, delivered the checks, home, undressed, put on a bathrobe and parked in the recliner top catch up on a lot of Tivo.
Tivo, by the way, was bought by Rovi, and I fear I may need to start looking for another DVR provider. Later.
My lungs are better, still coughing a little but dry coughs. Took migraine Tylenol and my fever went down.
Dressed again at about 7 pm, took out the garbage & recycle, plugged in the car, watered the gardens and sat outside watching it dusk.
Went through the pile of mail. There were only two things which were not junk. Kaiser issuing me a new card, which appears to be the same as the last new one. And a survey from Kaiser about my health which I do not plan on filling out. Just one more piece of over-65 BS.
Which reminds me. In Ventura, the first day I took the bus, the drivers both directions accepted my 75¢ senior fare without question. The second day, both drivers asked for proof, and both recognized and accepted my Medicare card.
Did some Facebooking, put a booklet into an envelope and slapped my younger sister's address on it and stamped it. Need to email her that it's en route.
Not enough chicken soup defrosted for dinner, so I heated up some baked dim sum buns and added duck and water and bullion to what chicken soup was left. That made for a good meal.
Spook sprawled on the rug in front of me and appears to still be there hours later.
Chocolate donettes for dessert.
Plans for tomorrow:
Depends on how I feel in the morning
Rest
Maybe process the trip photos
Maybe meet Janice for coffee
Maybe there will be a call from Amazon's recruiter, probably telling me no thanks.
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