Publication delayed due to difficulty in obtaining the hat picture, which was (finally) taken at my parent's house on Sunday. Also because it was a long and tiring week.
1. I'm starting to write these sitting at the phlebotomist's office waiting the requisite hour for my second blood glucose screen. I *ahem* may have kinda forgotten to do it last week, and this week I've mostly been in the Valley. This isn't really an optimum time for this test, as I've just spent four days traveling in a mostly sedentary state with a diet fit to give a nutritionist a fit of apoplexy. So I guess we'll just have to see how my metabolism takes it.
Wow that orange stuff is nasty. It isn't nearly so nasty when it's still half frozen and slushy.
2. We have a pope again! Jorge Cardinal Bergoglio, Pope Francis (in case anyone's been living under a rock.) I burned most of my remaining data plan to watch the live feed from a bench in the outlet mall at Mercedes, but it was entirely worth it.
I thought he looked rather shell shocked to be standing up there on the balcony, to be honest. I loved his awkward little wave, but didn't really know what to think of him otherwise. I couldn't remember ever hearing a thing about him before. But he's already delighted me twice, with his bus trip and by slipping off to Santa Maria Maggiore the next morning to pray. I think he's going to give everyone a good, proper shaking up, Saint Francis-style.
I'm having a hard time organizing what I think so far about 'Papa Pancho', but I can sum part of it up thus: I have a deeply amused impulse to get some popcorn and watch the various tribes have their spittle flecked nutty because the Pope is Catholic. More later, if I can get mentally organized.
3. So about a month ago, I took Internet social awkwardness to new heights and invited one of my local commenters and her husband over for dinner.
I've done it before (including a couple of times waaaay back in 2001, when such things were just not done), but it always feels weird to meet in person someone you've only known over the Internet. But I've been thinking lately, and what else is the Internet for? Some of my commenters are people from my life, past and present. But I'll be supremely lucky if I get to meet Melanie, or FoxFier, or any of my other distantly located commenters once in our lives. I don't even see the commenters I do know enough for it to satisfy. And that makes not having dinner with Elizabeth and the Baron Von Korf, who live not even on the other side of the city, well, stupid. Even vaguely heterodox.
Anyway, I was delightful to meet them. Himself and I had a good time. So did GeekBaby, because at the end of the evening he decided he'd forgotten to tell them something and chased their car halfway down our street before I caught him. Ow. Apparently I've reached the stage of pregnancy where even light running is painful.
(Maybe someday they'll even forgive the mediocre dinner that I produced.)
4. The next day (Monday) we headed to the Valley because it was Himself's Spring Break. This will be my last long trip till August, and i think the 13 hour round trip in the car may have already been too much for me. And I had to work when I got back. It's taken me a while to recover. (Thus the late 7QT.)
5. We went to the stock show in Mercedes while we were there. Calves have scratchy tongues, but wow are they cute!
6. Hats. I'm afraid I've finally crossed the
But I must admit, it is pretty good at both shading my eyes and keeping the whispies out of my face.
7. So Google is shuttering Reader in July? I can't even begin to grasp the rationale behind this asshattery. I use Reader every single day. Not just to see what's new, but to keep track of what's old and worth further thought. It's a reasonably adequate archival tool, could be made better, but it was already better than its rivals. It didn't need to be fancy, it just needed to work. And it did. And now it's gone, come July.
I've been playing around with some alternates. Feedly, so far, is the best… but even then it's a distant second to Reader. It goes too much for style over function, and for social media function over the real function of an RSS aggregator, which is to collect, arrange, and store information.
The Feedly iOS app is especially atrocious. What kind of RSS reader doesn't work without an Internet connection? Reading offline is most of the point of having an app!
I'll review every service and app I try, so be prepared for a deluge. If you have any recommendations, leave them in the comments.
Bonus Monday Take: Himself's grandmother is 94 today! And now, in her honor, an Öma story:
Öma gave up driving a few years ago, after a couple of injuries/infections when she started requiring a walker. She was near to, or past ninety at this point, had driven stick all her life (she positively refused to drive automatic) and had only ever been involved in one accident – and even then it took a youngster in the midst of a domestic dispute backing into her blazer while she was stopped at a red light to cause it. Öma was furious, not at the damage to her vehicle, but at the ruination of a perfect driving record of 70+ years. Before then she'd never had so much as a speeding ticket. She was, and is, a sharp and feisty lady.
But she recently decided she didn't need her drivers license anymore and to exchange it for a Texas ID. She wanted the ID for various other necessities of life. Voting. Banking. Visiting the liquor store.
Turns out, you can't just roll over your TXDL into a TXID. You need to apply. With your birth certificate. And Öma doesn't have one. She's 94. The county she was born in didn't even issue birth certificates back then. Her social security card wasn't enough, even in conjunction with her existing ID. But she could renew her drivers license without any problem at all. How messed up is that? (It turns out that this is a common problem in that county.)
MOMIL was close to tears by the end of this bureaucratic runaround, but Öma was just plain mad. I can just see her, leaving the courthouse with her walker, swearing profusely in Spanish in what she thinks is under her breathe but is really entirely audible.
Happy Birthday, Öma. May God grant you four and ninety more.