The blogger turns 72. He likes the number 72; it’s 2 ^3 * 3 ^2. Who can’t love that, arithmetically speaking? So, of course, this means that 72 is divisible by 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 9, 12, 18, 24, and 36.
“New York State Route 72 (NY 72) is a 15.36-mile-long (24.72 km) state highway in the North Country of New York. The road is an east–west highway located entirely within the eastern part of St. Lawrence County.”
I will remember how old I am. Probably. Remembering 71 was hard, 70 was easy, and 73 will be terrible.
As I’ve hinted at, I’m working on a project. I won’t tell you what it is yet.
One of the things that fascinated me was that when we were working on getting the daughter to go to South Africa, we had this god-awful list of things to do before she could get her visa. I realized that it took up an inordinate amount of psychic energy. It wasn’t just the time it took directly. Other tasks fell by the wayside even when I wasn’t doing anything about the visa.
Double-billed
At the beginning of February, I had two different Medicare supplement policies in effect, which I couldn’t have. When I applied through an intermediary, I thought they would tell the earlier one that I was no longer interested in using them. That was not the case, so money for both policies came from my checking account, making me feel very poor. I had to write a letter to the old company saying, “I don’t want you anymore. Give me back the two months of payments I made.”
There were bills I was late in paying. I was working on getting speakers for the Albany Public Library book reviews/author talks right up to the very last minute, and I hate doing that. Newspapers, which don’t take that long to read the newspapers, went untended.
So January was pretty much a bust in terms of what I wanted to achieve, but life is semi-normal – whatever the heck that means.
The picture I took on January 31st is a selfie, and I hate selfies. I despise them, particularly when I needed a haircut, but there was no time. I suppose I could take another one, but meh!
