It’s good to be old.

A few weeks ago I received a Jury Summons ordering me to appear for jury selection next Monday at 08:00 with the form filled out. Looking over the form this afternoon I saw that there was a phone number I could call if I claimed exemption from the duty. One of the reasons that could disqualify me is my age. According to the form, a person can be disqualified if he is over 70 years old. AHA! I happen to be exactly 70 years and nine months old.

This afternoon I phoned the Office of Juror Selection and explained my situation. The nice lady on the phone explained that all I needed to do was fill out the form completely, noting the reason I was claiming exemption, and mail it to her office. The form will go out with tomorrow’s mail, And I’m glad that I won’t have to appear at the courthouse on Monday morning.

It’s good to be old!

Good night, Tuesday

Despite the allergy symptoms and the heat, this was a productive day in the Roscoe-verse.

As my sleeps go, last night was a good one. I went to bed early, only woke once for a very brief time, then woke with my first alarm at 05:00. “Woke” is a relative term because the allergies combined with the meds taken to blunt the allergy symptoms had me semi-groggy from the moment my feet hit the floor until, well… now, actually.

Mid-morning I finally spoke with a city clerk who knew what she was doing, (the one I spoke with yesterday was basically clueless, poor thing,) and made arrangements to have the big branches hauled away from my front yard.

Noonish, I walked to my barber shop for a VERY needed haircut. And I walked back home. This gave me two miles of walking exercise which I probably need as much as the haircut.

After an afternoon siesta I cancelled the individual mastodon instance that I’ve been running for the past month. The Terms Of Service at the French hosting company where my server was hosted changed. They became disturbingly onerous to this freedom loving American used to our First Amendment Free Speech protections. So I simply shut down my server.

And now the eyelids are growing heavy, the bed against the wall is looking more inviting, and sleep is fast approaching. Time for me to start shutting things down in this joint. See you all tomorrow.

Good night, Sunday…

As days go, you have been another good one, I am happy to say. Social contact out in the real world was friendly, and I moved through the Internet world without breaking anything and without becoming overly annoying (I hope). Chores were handled smoothly and efficiently. And all of this under high-pollen conditions. Thank God for Zyrtec, I say.

Now Sunday, if you can bring me as much sleep as last night, and as entertaining a dream, that will be just peachy. Okay? Okay.

New to the sidebar of my blog…

… and near the top of that sidebar, there now appear links to recent statuses posted to my roscoedon Instance in the fediverse.

At the present time I’ve set my Roscoe’s Story blog to echo links to new posts over to the fediverse, and links to original statuses from my fediverse Instance will appear in this blog’s sidebar.

It remains to be seen how I can best make use of this setup. Posting to the blog requires for me to be sitting in front of the computer at home, while I can easily add statuses to the fediverse from my phone wherever I am (as long as I can reach the Internet – I suppose.)

Like so many other things I do, this is project is a work in progress. And we’ll see how it works out.

Oh, I should mention that the server where my fediverse Instance is hosted is physically located in France and statuses will carry a timestamp from there, while my home computer lives in South Texas with me. So there may appear to be some differences in the dates of blog posts and fediverse statuses. Don’t let that throw you, kids.


As I move through the day’s chores, there’s a question shadowing me: is it time to give podcasting another try?

As my eyesight continues to fail, reading anything on a computer screen (or on anything else) is becoming more of a chore.

I’ve dabbled with podcasting in the past but have never stuck with it. These days there’s all kinds of software and services designed to make it easier, so… maybe. I’m thinking about it.

After the morning’s first cup of coffee…

… I have become so relaxed that I might be able to catch a few more Z’s. Sometimes coffee has that effect on me. And I drink strong, dark roast.

Looks like my morning schedule will allow for that. Nothing happening until 10:00 Mass, and that’s 3 1/2 hours away. Hmm… Should I try?