What did I do with my morning, you ask, if not improve my
mind like I could have/should have done? For one, I lined up someone to clean
out my rain gutters. And not a day too soon. The
latest storm that went through had water cresting right over the tops of my
evestroughs and it ruined a couple of my newly refreshed bark beds. I also
spend time on my medical porta trying to find out when the infusion center
can schedule my Reclast bone treatment now that the stay-at-home-order has been lifted. Supposedly it was ordered last April 15th,
when I saw the doctor. Since the pandemic shut down started the next day I
figured that caused the delay. I figured wrong. What I found out is that the doctor’s office never sent the order in and had
they done so I could have gotten the infusion back in April because that
infusion is considered “essential for living.” The infusion center is putting
an ‘urge’ tag on my file and I should hear back from them with an
appointment date soon.
The above two tasks ate up a lot of time but I also spent
time online reading blogs, Facebook and e-mails plus checking on my e-Bay listings and watching panda and elephants cams. The panda and elephants cams
are my secret indulgences. Better than fine chocolate for making me feel good. And
I ask you, who on earth would pick watching porn over watching roly-poly pandas
anointing themselves with sawdust or elephants giving themselves mud baths? That’s
as voyeuristic as I want to get. And look who I’m telling that fib to---the
blog community who has often read my voyeuristic ramblings on characters I’ve seen
while people watching at the Guy Land Cafeteria.
Actually, would my Guy Land Cafeteria habits be called
‘voyeurism’ or ‘eavesdropping’? I just ask Alexa since she’s the only humanoid/virtual assistant who
talks to me and she seems to think I’m eavesdropping at the cafeteria because
voyeurism would require getting a derivative satisfaction out of obsessively
watching a sordid subject. My fellow dinners are not ‘sordid’ and the only
satisfaction I get is when what I see inspires a blog fodder topic. I don’t
want to use the “P” word here again, fearing the internet crawlers will find
this post and spam me with naked pictures of body parts, but Alexa seems to
suggest that voyeurism rarely takes place in a public place where everyone
is keeping their clothes on. People who watch “P” are voyeurs. But now I have another
question: If pandas and elephants are naked and are being filmed without their permission am I
an animal voyeur for watching them? Alexa says an obsession to watch is
required to be voyeuristic. Check. Must be done in secret. Check. Get pleasure from watching. Check. Yup, add ‘animal
voyeur’ to my resume.
Enough of the word vomit approach to writing a post and pick
a topic, Jean. Okay, bossy voice talking
in my head I pick coins. Foreign coins to be more exact. Back in my teens
and twenties I collected foreign coins or I should say I bought them from several
companies that were more than happy to advertise their wares via snail mail.
They’d send you a batch every month and you’d keep what you liked, write them a
check to send back with the coins you didn’t want. For decades I had my foreign coins
framed and hanging on a stairway wall, but when I moved here almost two decades
ago I took the coins out of the frames and threw all 250 of them in a box to
dispose of later.
‘Later’ finally came this past week and I’m officially out of Foreign Coin Research Hell which is another reason why I’ve been living on the internet. The e-Bay listings will have closed and the packages mailed out by the time this post goes live but I don’t expect to make much money off from selling my old coin collection. Half the kids in America were buying stamps and coins from Littleton, Harris or Mystic back then and what we were buying by subscription were not rare by any stretch of the imagination. I divided up my foreign coins into eight lots and since I don’t ship outside of the U.S.A. I’ll probably have to beg e-Bayers to bid and I’ll be happy to do that thus ending another chapter in the mythical book titled Jean’s World of Collecting Curious and Obsolete Things. ©
‘Later’ finally came this past week and I’m officially out of Foreign Coin Research Hell which is another reason why I’ve been living on the internet. The e-Bay listings will have closed and the packages mailed out by the time this post goes live but I don’t expect to make much money off from selling my old coin collection. Half the kids in America were buying stamps and coins from Littleton, Harris or Mystic back then and what we were buying by subscription were not rare by any stretch of the imagination. I divided up my foreign coins into eight lots and since I don’t ship outside of the U.S.A. I’ll probably have to beg e-Bayers to bid and I’ll be happy to do that thus ending another chapter in the mythical book titled Jean’s World of Collecting Curious and Obsolete Things. ©
