Old Friends

Massa’s

We met for dinner at Massa’s, an Italian restaurant and first impressions aside, what with this tarted up bit of art that first greeted us, also a family restaurant. There were six of us. One fewer than had last gathered. It was a cold night, but the company was warm. The food was good, and we went away with enough for another meal. I realized afterwards that Anne and I were the only couple who were still married. Time had taken its toll. I guess that is why we were able to command the stage and recount the story of our first date.

Anne and I were seniors in high school. Now we are just seniors. It was January. Anne and I were taking a computer programming class together. I have often referred to her since as my computer date, because of that. Our date was a rock concert at the high school that featured Bob Seger. He was a high school alumnus too who at the time was making a living playing local venues around Detroit, waiting for his big break, which came a few years later. 

The Road Ahead

Open Road

The sun was up when I poured myself out of bed this morning, after having poured myself more than one last night. It was a good New Years Eve. Dan and Britt joined Joanie, Anne and I for a NYE supper of vegetable soup and garlic bread. The bread was a bigger hit than the soup. By the end of dinner, it was gone, but there was still plenty of soup left. I had made the soup and made too much of it, but five people put a healthy dent into the pot.

Afterwards, Dan and Britt went out to the movies, while the rest of us stayed home to watch TV. We first watched Barbie and then Elvis. By then it was midnight and 2024. Fireworks or maybe gunfire erupted outside, but I was not about to go out to investigate. We finished our night of excess with some strawberry-chocolate cake that Joanie had brought over.

This morning I poured myself a cup of joe from the new coffee pot that Joanie had gifted us with last night. It was on our list of appliances to replace this year. The old pot still functioned, but often requires a bit of coaxing to perform. When a cup was ready, I poured myself one and sat down to read the news. The WaPo offered a quiz, predictions for 2024. Multiple-choice and ranging from domestic to international to business predictions, its figure of merit was guessing what the staff thought would occur. Not that they have any idea about what is going to happen this new year. I scored 60%. Which I guess is only psychic lite.

That is the thing about predicting the future. Somethings you know will occur, just not when. Other things come at you from out of the blue. This is an election year, with all of the fun that that entails, not. We have a road trip planned in March to Boston. Dave and Maren have dueling business trips. Maren is going to Panama, while Dave is headed to Universal Studios, Florida. And all I got were trips to Dayton. We will time our visit to help Dave the week that he is soloing with Declan. As for the rest of the year, only time will tell.

Cyrano’s

Cyrano’s

We had dinner this week with a bunch of Kaldi teammates. We chose the venue, Cyrano’s, which considering our party was probably not the best choice. Cyrano’s in its current incantation is very loud. Considering that our party comprised sexagenarians, septuagenarians and even one octogenarian, being hard of hearing was endemic to the group. Conversation across the table was difficult. Going forward, this monthly gathering will shift to a late lunch schedule and one of our savvier West County compatriots will pick the next location.

Now that the midterms are supposedly over, except for the continuing steady drip, drip of ballot tabulation and the obligatory runoff elections and recounts, life is settling into a new normal. Trump and the GOP are now in incrimination mode, fighting among themselves and I am loving it. Putin judging that the Republicans would not be coming to his rescue after all, figuratively pulled the plug on his occupation of Kherson. Let us hope that he does not then go on to literally pull the plug on that city’s upstream dam and flood the place. Although, I suspect that he will not lose this opportunity to wash away his many sins there. And then there is the question of what the heck is Elon Musk doing to Twitter?

He has just introduced his new Blue Twitter feature, where for the low, low price of $8 a month anyone can punk anyone else. Just today, “verified” blue checkmark twitter accounts posted the following, while purporting to be:

  • Pepsi: Coke is better
  • Nestlé: We steal your water and sell it back to you lol
  • Lockheed Martin: We will begin halting all weapons sales to Saudi Arabia, Israel, and the United States until further investigation into their record of human rights abuse. #WeAreLM
  • American Girl: Felicity owned slaves
  • BP: Just cause we killed the planet doesn’t mean we can’t miss it :'(
  • Eli Lilly: wait a second… is profit motivated medicine… bad? sh!t
  • Chiquita: “We’ve just overthrown the government of Brazil.” The real Chiquita tried to do damage control from one of these fake verified accounts, “We apologize to those who have been served a misleading message from a fake Chiquita account. We have not overthrown a government since 1954.”
  • Tesla: BREAKING: A second Tesla has hit the World Trade Center.

Since, all of these posts have now been subsequently deleted and their originating accounts disabled, these eight offending posts cost their authors a total of $64 and will likely cost Elon and Twitter $15M in lost ad revenue. UPDATE: Twitter now has “paused” issuing any more paid verifications. 

Last Night’s Deck Party

Deck Party

This photo was from last night, after all of the putting the boat away and packing work was finished. Today, all of the pictured young people have left the cabin. Dan took a carload of four with him back to Saint Louis. Anne and I did laundry, washing all of the sheets and then making all of the beds, for the next crew to arrive. Apparently, this morning’s post was not entirely clear, because some people thought that Harry had already arrived at the cabin. This will not be true until Tuesday, when Jay and Carl arrive with Harry in tow. We still have some work to do to get the cabin shipshape for company, mainly sweeping. We also have shopping and recycling to do, but those chores will have to wait until later.

And Now This

Cranberries

Joanie visited us. So, if the need arises for us to do some contact tracing, we can start with her. The reason for her visit was to return some books that Anne had lent her, but I think that she really wanted to see us. I invited her in and we kept six-feet apart, mostly. It was foolish and in the future, I’ll setup chairs outside, because this is how disease spreads. I heard that New York Governor Cuomo has said that fully forty percent of all currently hospitalized Covid patients in his state claim that they had contracted the disease without ever leaving their home. 

I tried something new for our special Saturday breakfast—spiced fried toast that had been transformed with an egg in a hole in the center of each slice. This was a first attempt and as Anne observed, instead of an egg in the hole, what we got was more like French toast. Still, it was a promising start. Next time, I’ll know better to make the hole bigger and I have to work on flipping the toast, without letting the egg leakout in the process, but that will come with practice. It took me a while to obtain my practice perfection at making avocado toast. Anyway, it tasted pretty good. Starting with a loaf of Zingerman’s bread, probably made all of the difference and we still have plenty of that left over.

The Missouri legislators wrapped up their annual session yesterday. Not much seems to have happened this year, what with the plague all about. For example, they made statewide, what St. Louis County had already done. That is voting by mail. Their “new” law seems like a repeat of the current law, the one that the county has already acted on. At least their hearts are in the right place.

Also in politics, we got a mailer from the challenger who is running for mayor. I had guessed right, he is upset about Altair at the Heights, the new building of apartments that is going up. His flyer questioned several other local properties undergoing or about to undergo development that I’ll have to checkout. I still have time to decide, before we have to mail in our absentee ballots.

And now this, I finally got around to watching last Sunday’s episode of John Oliver’s political comedy show, Last Week Tonight. The central theme of this episode was the US Postal Service and the trouble that it is in now. Hint: It has nothing to do with the Internet, Jeff Bezos, Amazon or even the Washington Post. Rather a 2006 law has saddled the Postal Service with insurmantable debt and left it no way to right itself. As is often the case on this show, Oliver has offered his audience an opportunity to participate and help save the Post Office. Apparantly, one can commision the Post Office to print vanity stamps, which can be quite lucrative for the USPS. This is what he has done, with a set of four Last Week Tonight themed stamps. I ordered a sheet of stamps. After I had placed my order, I was informed that because of “heavy demand” my order will be delayed. Which, I took as a testament to the power of slacker activism.