1941 cadillac
here’s another car from uptown whittier. yes it was chillin’, just like the sign says. too early to be the happy ending after a massage.
caught it early morning, and before too many people showed up. i want to say i’ve shot it before, and probably here in whittier some other year.
so i have spent the last few weekends out in temecula, watching my grandkid play soccer. she’s more of a defensive player, and otherwise off in her own little world, but still aware enough to run back and forth on the field. first try at a team sport. maybe it’s not her game.
have also spent a lot of time at my mom’s. she came down with walking pneumonia. we think the antibiotics have knocked that down quickly, so that’s a win.
i’m about done with the checklist and mountain of paperwork that i needed to get through since my better half departed. weird to think in past tense. he died at home, so i prefer to think he’s still here in some fashion or other. he is, at least, in a little box. i pass by and tell him he’s lost a lot of weight since i last saw him. he has no clever response to that one, and the house is a whole lot quieter without the laughter.
i need to copy his website, or let it go. i managed to find the password after i’d already let the host know he’d died, and damn, if they didn’t lock that down so fast, i wasn’t able to retrieve the backups i’d requested. pretty sure the site will die this month. i’d put in my credit card to pay for another year, but i think that got cancelled, and the annual payment is due. oh well.
next project is to hack into the new mac mini had bought a month before he left. he’d moved all of his photos, family pics, etc. over to it, and pretty sure i’m going to have to erase it to get into it. i think the photos are mostly backed up on external drives, but the photo library probably isn’t backed up onto the cloud. same with his ipad—too many guesses and now i have no choice but to take it in for a wipe of it’s memory.
it also brings into question of what to do with his car pics, and someday my own. my kids won’t want them; they mean nothing to them. could say that about our belongings as well. i know i do not look forward to the house full of stuff my mom will leave behind. got no room for it, no matter how sentimental. my own stuff sits in storage as it is, so that’s another project for me to keep me busy — sifting through that and donating a lot of crap from a past lifetime ago. hopefully i can at least downsize the storage unit, since they keep upping the cost to keep it.
my daughter wants me to drive up to her place and take pics of her and the boyfriend and her dogs for an xmas card. told her i’m not so good at people, but maybe if they can hold still as a parked car…
had a doctor tell me he fears i may become a hermit. what’s so bad about that? i think that won’t happen until i decide to retire. still have a few years to go, or at least until i have a bad day, and the ‘i don’t give a crap’ wins out over the ‘i have nothing better to do’ thoughts.
seriously though, i’m doing ok. i’ll keep telling myself, i’m doing ok. and i am.