Earlier today I was part of a small group of Fourth Degree Knights of Columbus who, along with two of our Ladies, joined the parishioners of San Antonio’s Italian Catholic Parish in their Columbus Day Parade.
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.
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.
During the storm that blew through San Antonio last night, a BIG branch came down in our front yard. (A photo is attached to this post for the benefit of folks in the fediverse who have not been able to see it yet.)
Sylvia was out front last night when the branch came down at approximately 10:00PM. I had already gone to sleep and slept through the incident. She didn’t wake me, deciding there was nothing I could do about it at that hour anyway, and knowing that I needed my sleep. (Thank you, Sylvia.)
She told me about it as I was drinking coffee and starting my breakfast in the front room early this morning. When I stepped out front to survey the situation I was impressed at the size of the limb that had fallen.
This morning I’ve been busy taking pictures, calling my landlord, reporting the incident to city services, etc. And now I’m waiting for the Inspector to come and tell me when this will be hauled away and how much it will cost.
So… I’ve done all that I can do about this. Now to get back to my coffee and the morning paper.
For the first time in, heck, I think it has been about ten years… I podcast. This is a very short, one minute file in which I basically say, “Hi there, I am going to start doing this.”
As anybody in the world will tell you, I am NOT a telephone person. Talking face to face is okay by me, whether one on one or in front of groups of people. But I seriously despise trying to hold a voice conversation over the phone, or over any of the voice or video chat clients popular these days.
There are those who say, “But Roscoe, I just want to hear your voice.” Really. I get that from time to time.
When I did the podcasting thing many years ago some folks were glad that I was doing it. Especially my brother Steve, who has since departed this mortal coil. And I’m glad he and I shared that experience.
As mentioned in this podcast I plan to post these things on a semi-regular basis, perhaps weekly. Until I choose a regular topic, I’ll speak about whatever is on my mind. Those of you whom I rarely see, and those of you whom I have yet to meet will be kept up to date on what I’m up to, etc.
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.
…has become filled with unexpected work. Nothing particularly unpleasant, but busy with chores, scheduling meetings and practice sessions for ceremonies and events planned for later this month and into October, etc.
… 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.