Apr. 10th, 2019 06:44 pm
warriorsavant: (Time)
(Sorry haven't been posting much, but busier than usual. Am working on one about Dorothy Sayers and academia, but it hasn't gelled yet.)

My mom had a large paper calendar that lived inside the kitchen cupboard door. Ever year she'd buy a new one, and transfer recurring events (birthdays, etc), which took maybe 5 minutes (recurring events were in red with a cute emblem, non-recurring in black). My parents never missed an appointment, never were confused about when and where to be, never forget a birthday. Since we have modern efficient of PDA and Outlook and Calendar (as opposed to a calendar), everything takes 10 times longer to be organized, things get lots, appointments don't happen, gizmos break, hitting the wrong button wipes out your entire schedule.

Plus I never remember to look at it in a timely fashion. One could have the same problem with paper calendars, but somehow those I always managed to look at.


Jan. 22nd, 2019 11:45 am
warriorsavant: (Time)
Just read some silly meme about Gen Z making Millennials feel old, by not recognizing xxx. Most was extremely stupid pop culture stuff, like "they didn't know my fav band from when I was in college," and a lot of the rest was other pop culture stuff. A few were clever like "why do you say 'hang up' on a phone call?"

That, and some discussions here about taking pictures of the eclipse the other night made me think about photographic apparatus (apparatuses? apparati? thingies to take pix) in general. When I was young, daguerreotypes were just coming into vogue, but they were very combersome... Okay, more seriously, when I was a kid, my father was a bit of a Popular Science / Popular Mechanics / gadget guy. I suppose getting the latest camera was the equivalent of being a tech-gizmo-nerd. Polaroids were a big thing! Before that, we had a Kodak Brownie camera. (Dang, those items would be worth a lot of money as antiques now.)

I'm actually very good at composing shots. (Photos, I mean, although very good with a side arm also.) Partly that is my artistic eye, which I inherited from my mother, partly because with film, every shot you took cost money. Dermatology is very visual, so as Residents (early 1990s) we were encouraged to get a good camera, with a macro lens and ring flash. (That I still have somewhere.) It took really good 35-mm slides, and I had quite a collection. In 2005, I was mobilized to Walter Reed Army Hospital, and was asked to give a talk. I asked the Residents if they had a slide projector anywhere. They nearly died laughing, and claimed they'd have to borrow one from the Smithsonian. A little while after that, I decided to digitalize my whole collection. Even that is barely worth it now, as so much high-quality stuff on-line, but if giving a talk it is cool to have MY picture up there (with copyright notice).

Patients often insist on showing me pictures of their skin conditions. *Sigh.*
First, you are sitting right there in the flesh and full-sized, why would I want to see a tiny image of you?
Second, you stink as a photographer, especially a medical photographer, and the image on your phone is terrible. All that having been said, although I do have a small digital camera in my office, like as not, when I want a picture, I use my phone. (But remember that thing about knowing how to compose shots? It really matters.)

I don't take many pix of generic skin disease, but am getting better about documenting before- and after- for the small amount of cosmetics I do, also we're trying to build up a file for our Cutaneous Lymphoma clinic patients.

Grab bag

Jan. 5th, 2019 07:14 pm
warriorsavant: (Meh)
Herein a grab bag of posts that I'd half-written, but didn't get around to posting. Have a number of half-formed ideas and half-written posts that I'm going to finish and post. I hate back-logs.

"Papa knows…" This soon?
Read more... )

Christmas? Bah humbug (belated, but so be it).
Christmas? Bah humbug (belated, but so be it). )

Back to the future (coin names).
Back to the future (coin names). )

Software updates at gunpoint.
Software updates at gunpoint. )
warriorsavant: Family Tree (Family Tree)
I'm afraid that my siblings and I are getting to the age where ailments are conversation. I'm resisting the tendency, but from the tenor of some of the conversations, I’m beginning to think Bob is in better shape than any of us. Harrumph. (Halloween being over, he’s back in the back room of my office. Evil Secretary is displeased, but realizes that he scares some of the patients. And I’m talking about adult patients. Did have a little girl today (age 8?). She was asking a million questions about things in the office, and allowed how she was very curious. After mangling a translation into French of “curiosity killed the cat,” I then allowed how curiosity was a very good thing and should be encouraged. Then I offered to show her Bob. She was most pleased and impressed.

Sibs and I were also discussing different ways of measuring intra-ocular pressure (testing for glaucoma), known as tonometry. I mentioned that I recall when air puff tonometry came in, as the hot new gizmo. (Prior to that, they numbed your eye, and pushed a small measuring rod against it. Our late Great-Uncle B was an Ophthalmologist. Quite prominent in his day, but was not big on shiny new gizmos if the old ones still worked. Part of that was his old-fashioned frugality. He was raised in the school of “you never know when the next famine (pogrom, stock market crash, whatever) was coming, so use things until they can no longer be fixed." Having been raised by Depression Era parents, we all have that streak in us. I’ve gotten away from it somewhat, and I’m not entirely pleased with that. Not sure how I’m going to teach the next generation the value of money. Just because you can afford something, doesn’t mean that you should. Back to Great-Uncle. Had a small office in his house - dunno if he actually saw any patients there, or if simply for tax purposes. Anyhow, after he passed away, we found a pair of magnifier glasses in a drawer in the living room(?). Inside was a piece of masking tape, labeled “B: better pair in office.” So we looked in the office. Sure enough, there was a pair of magnifier glasses there. Inside the case was a piece of masking tape, labeled “A: worse pair in living room.” The hat he wore to his wedding to Aunt C was older than any of his adult children. (This was his second marriage, both of them having been widowed for many years.) Yeah, there are the jokes about “I have a hat older than you kids,” he really did. BTW, I still have my original canvas duffel bag from when I was very first in the military. Newer ones (say, oh, the last 2-3 decades or so) are nylon. My last deployment, a young troop asked me, respectfully, why one of my duffels looked different. I explained, then realized that duffel was indeed older than he was. "I have boots (well, duffel bag) older than the young troops…" And was actually bringing same on a deployment.

Yeah, back again to Great-Uncle. He had a gizmo for measuring your existing eyeglass lenses, “reading” the prescription. He acknowledged that the then new-fangled (40 years ago?) electronic ones were more accurate, but pointed out that the human eye couldn’t perceive the difference, so why spend the extra money to get a new one that wouldn’t help his patients any better than the old one. I still have a quite old hyfrecator (what most people call an electric cautery) that is older than most of my Gentle Readers. (Possibly older than all of us, I don’t recall when or where I got it, but it was used then). The newer ones are slightly better, but they burn out after several years, so I keep it as a back-up.


Oct. 13th, 2018 09:06 am
warriorsavant: (Cafe)
Whimsy of the day:  OMG, Friday the 13th comes on a Saturday this month. Everybody knows that's worse.

Cuteness of the day:  We were talking about going to work and going to school and teaching, and what Hedgefund would do someday. (Spoiler Alert: doctor). Then she said something about when she was big, she was going to be a daddy. (Pause). "Well, a girl daddy."

Weather of the day (month, season, etc):  On the positive side, the leaves are changing, and it's pretty. On the negative side, it's turned cold. Despite having been born here, the kids, especially Wallstreet, don't like the cold. Neither does my tropically-born darling wife. Come t' think of it, more and more, neither do I. We live here why? Although when I think of moving south, my heart goes out to friends living in a hurricane zone. On the other hand, those are intermittent, rather than lasting 11.5 months/year, like winter does here. We keep saying the kids they are going to go to med school at U. Hawaii or at least UBC.

Bureaucracy of the… (whatever, enough with this theme):  [personal profile] ravensron  sent me a picture of the passport of Pharaoh Ramses II (1279-1213 BC). No, it wasn't written on papyrus, and they didn't actually have passports back then. Seems that His Pharonic Majesty's mummy was sent from Egypt to France in 1974 for preservation work. French law requires that anybody entering the country have a passport. The Egyptian government complied, including a properly formatted picture of the mummy's face in the block for picture. First time we traveled with Hedgefund, we had to get a passport, complete with photo. She was 3 months. Still required to pose eyes open, no smiling, no one holding her head. Managed to get the photo - she was actually lying down with the photographer holding the camera over her pointing downwards. What is the point? 80% of the babies in the world look like enough like that photo that it was meaningless. Even more ridiculous is that passports are good for 5 years. When she was 3 years, took her someplace, and the border control agent actually was looking back and forth between her and the photo.

Tree, also in the past tense:  Our neighbor's tree died. The other morning, there was a crew taking it down (before it fell on one of our houses). The kids were fascinated. “Why man in tree? What he doing?” I sent my condolences to the neighbors (it was a beautiful, huge ash tree, but had been attacked by Emerald Ash Borers). Then I wondered, if one sends a bouquet of flowers (plants) when an person or animal dies, does one send a bouquet of animals when a tree (plant) dies? The neighbors declined, but I think that was unreasonable. True they already have a cat and a dog, but maybe they would have liked a nice basket of mice - I'm sure the cat and dog would have.

Tech:  Once upon a time (say 2-3 years ago), if someone wanted you to sign a document, they printed it out, mailed or handed it to you, and you signed it. Now they send you a pdf, which you have to print out, sign, then rescan back to them. Much more convenient… for them. Recently realized that having Adobe Acrobat Pro (which creates pdf, doesn't just read them), I can do a digital signature. Still requires a few steps, but all mouse clicks, no wasteful printing and rescanning. (If you want to do it on a phone, there is an app called "fill and sign.")
warriorsavant: (Time)
Memories triggered by helping Nom & the kids make cupcakes. (Which is to say, Nom making cupcakes with the kids "helping" and my watching fondly.) Some of these are from emails with my siblings too.

First memory was Mom using a flour sifter. It must have been a then-modern labor-saving gizmo, you pulled a trigger on the handle, and a sifter blade swung back and forth over the screen. She also had a Mix-master, precursor of the Cuisinart, which was big, heavy, klutzy, a pain to drag down and set up, and took up half the kitchen table. The odd part, is I remember these things, but don't actually remember her doing much baking (other than later from mixes). My older sibs insist she did bake a lot at one point, but my clearest memory was of her brownies, which she modified from a mix. During one of my deployments, she sent me some of them (and my sister sent "a salami for your boy in the army" from Katz's Deli).

Later she also got cakes at a local place called Garden Bakery (at the local shoppping area/strip mall on Union Tpke, if you care). What impressed me most was they way they'd wrap string around the box of cake. A dozen times one way, then a dozen more at right angles. Always wondered why they did that. I think bakeries always did that back then, less so now, but it seemed cool to me as a small boy. Also remember next to Garden Bakery was Hamburger Coach, a little restaurant where everyone sat around a giant U-shaped table that had a Lionel train track on it. Your plates of food came out on a train of flat cars The waitress stopped the train in front of you and took the plate off the train for you, then sent the train around back to the kitchen. I suppose the U-shaped table was actually a giant O-shape with the other part behind the wall into the kitchen. Totally fascinating to a small boy. I wonder what silly little things my kids will have fond memories of.

Green stamps. Certain stores (I think mostly supermarkets) gave you these stamps for xxxx dollars in purchases. They were actual stamps, like postage stamps. They were all the same size, but different colors for different values (eg green for 1 "green stamp", up to I-forget-what-color for 50). You pasted them into books which could be brought to a redemption center for merchandise. As a kid, pasting them into books was rather fun. I suppose “loyalty cards” and points-back credit cards are a similar idea updated. Occasionally claim I'm going to have loyalty cards using a little syringe-shaped punch for Botox injections, get 9 injections and the 10th is free. (Not serious about that, way too unprofessional, although some doctors do give a freebie after xxx injections, but without the cards.)

Bagels. I think NY bagels were different when we were growing up, less puffy and more flavorful than they are now. Montreal bagels are still like that, and I don’t like NY bagels as much any more. Don’t know if NY bagels really changed over the years, or if it’s my tastes that have changed, or memory playing tricks about "the old days." (And yeah, those danged neighborhood kids need to get off my lawn when I shake my cane at them… oops, those are my kids.)

Although it was article of faith among us growing up that mom was a great cook, in fact she mostly only did very standard fare. Only after I was with my now-ex, who was really a great cook, I understood that. Nom has developed from "can't boil water without burning it," to right decent, to heading towards gonna-be-really good. For a while I did a lot of cooking, and was decent at it. Now, Nom does almost all of it, except oddly enough, pancakes and waffles for breakfast are my domain (Nom doesn’t care for same, but Hedgefund likes them.) Made French Toast once or twice, but have lost my taste for it, and no one else in the household likes it.

Parents did a lot of entertaining when I was very little, but for most of my childhood hardly ever. My memories - or rather my impression - of them are of their not at all being sociable. Maybe it was lifetime phase-specific, or maybe they never really enjoyed it later got tired of going through the motions, or maybe society changed and middle-aged, middle-class people did less entertaining in larger groups.
warriorsavant: (Computer-steampunk)
Had a patient today who said his first job was in an ink factory. They made the ink for carbon paper and typewriter ribbons. He and I shared a "we're old and we 'member stuff not like these young'uns in the room" look. My students and residents insisted that they knew what carbon paper and typewriters were. Yeah, and I know what papyrus was, doesn't mean I ever actually used it. Did share the story of from a few years back when I was asked to give a presentation to some residents (at Walter Reed, not JGH or McGill) and asked for a slide projector. The residents almost fell on the floor laughing, and suggested maybe they could get one from the Smithsonian. (Actually have 3 typewriters of various ages, one being actually antique, that I'm going to put on display in my office at some point.)
warriorsavant: (Meh)
Back to work. *Sigh* What? Only 2 consecutive weeks of vacation? What was I thinking. That retirement thing is starting to look good. Not really (thoughts triggered by contemporaries retiring will be for another post), but hard going back to work. Regardless of however much one loves one's job, it's always hard going back. The first "ugh."

Doubly hard going back because sick. The second "ugh." Ba ngaio was sick first about 2 weeks ago. She gave it to Hedgefund, who was sick when we were in NYC, and therefore restless, and kept everyone else up. She gave it to Nom & Wallstreet, the latter of whom is therefore restless (and occasionally vomiting) and keeping everyone else up, and they gave it to me. So sick, and not having slept well for a couple of weeks, yeah, rather in rocky physical shape.

The other problem with going away, especially when self-employed, is the stack of paperwork that builds up waiting for one's return. I stopped by the office three times during my time off just to answer faxes and check lab reports. Evil Secretary was away at the same time, but things come in by fax. Despite all that checking in (well, plus all the mail that had been held showed up all at once today), I still had hours of paperwork and phone calls at the end of the office. The third "ugh."

Third time's the charm? Not quite. To cap it all off, I dropped my cell phone in the toilet. Really. The waterproofing worked (plus put it in a bag of dessicants to make sure it dried out), I wiped it off well, and frankly I don't lick my cell phone that much (ever!), but it was the perfect ending to, and metaphor for, today.


Jun. 17th, 2017 09:11 pm
warriorsavant: (Computer-steampunk)
Computer hosed again. Partly still under warranty. Third parry repair, which is good, bc Apple, being the swine they are, consider it a "legacy" computer (they are the masters of planned/forced obsolescence) and won't warranty repairs on it even if they would do them. Posting this and last couple from my phone, very slow, since my fingertips are larger than 3mm each. Grrr.
warriorsavant: (Computer-steampunk)
Writing this on my phone, as my computer seems to have died. Will bring it in to service or replace tomorrow. Grrr. Fortunately do have backups, although one never knows if those work until one loads it onto new/repaired system. If not, will have to commit seppuku.

Amusing bit of how computer terminology has infiltrated the language. When Nom wears a sanitary pad, Hedgefund wants to wear one also, which she refers to as an ipad. I wonder if I could sell the concept to Apple.
warriorsavant: (Computer-steampunk)
One of the few apps I use on a "smart" phone is the GPS. (It's also the only thing I have location services activated for. Probably the Mounties / FBI / KGB / Interpool / ISIS can track my whereabouts anyhow via my phone, but I gives me a comforting if false sense of security to keep it turned off.

Being in Quebec, but having my GPS in English, can be amusing. That's besides the fact that said GPS gives distances in rational Metric units, whereas my car's odometer is in archaic English units. Fortunately I'm used to converting in my head. Anyhow, the GPS on the BB would give directions in an English-speaking (synthesized) voice, but give street and place names in a French-speaking (different synthesized) voice. Since I didn't grow up bilingual, it takes a moment for me to switch languages, so it's like running down one track and making a brief jump back and forth to a parallel track: English-English-English-French-English-English-French-English. I often just don't catch it first go around. I don't feel entirely bad about this, because often people who are seemingly totally bilingual don't change the pronunciation of proper nouns; they use their native language's pronunciation. Example:
           "Next week I'm going to Daytwah for a business trip."

           "Daytwah. You know, that place in your country where they make the cars."
           "You mean Detroit (Dee-troy-t)."
            "Yes, that's what I said, Daytwah."

Apple Maps, when set in English, just gives English-pronunciation to all proper nouns. Yeah, It's my native language, and all, but some names I learned in French, and others, well, it just sets my teeth on edge hearing the name mangled.
          Example of the latter: directing me to turn onto Saint Jackus (Saint Jacques pronounced almost like "Sane'Jock"), but at least I realized what it meant, teeth on edge or no.
           Example of the former: directing me to turn onto Charlie Voiks street. This is right around the corner from me, and only when I got right up to it did I realize it was Charlevoix ("Sharl-uh-vwah").
warriorsavant: (Computer-steampunk)
Finally did it. Got an iPhone. This completes the set: MacBook, iPad, and now iPhone. I've drunk the Apple Kool-Aid. "My name is warriorsavant, and I am an iSheep."

My old Blackberry was dying, plus there are very few apps still created for that operating system. Not that I buy many apps, but still, be nice to have the option to do so if I wanted one. Also, it was impossible to actually sync my BB with my other devices. (Yeah, there is an app that is supposed to do that. Uh, no.) When my last phone died, I had to make an immediate choice of what to replace it, as it had indeed died, and as is well known, the human brain can only survive for 4 minutes without connectivity. (Or is that oxygen?) I went with the BB b/c I really didn't like the touch keyboard on the iPhone as much (and really still don't).

I confess I love my new IamASheepPhone, mostly because it is lightning fast to connect to the internet. Also, I got everything properly synchronized between my devices: mail and contacts and bookmarks all show up on all three gadgets simultaneously. (Not interested in sync'g anything else right now. I do NOT keep my documents on their cloud.)

Changing over from my old phone went as smoothly as on can expect from the modern, we're here to serve you tech world. Which is to say I am lucky it all got done before I had a stroke or was arrested for homicide. Four hours in the Apple Store. Blood curdling tale of woe )When I got home, I loaded the few other apps I ever use (after looking up my passwords), and I'm in business.
warriorsavant: (Computer-steampunk)
Ever since both my email server and my laptop "updated to serve me better," I've been having problems accessing my mail correctly. After over 3 hours of online "help" from the email server company, they told me problem was with my computer (a MacBook using Mail as email program). Got on the chatline to Apple, who said I needed to upgrade my operating system, which included upgrading Mail. I have been reluctant to upgrade the OS, even though it's free, because from all reports, the newer one doesn't do anything really different, and last time I upgraded, it totally screwed up my computer, and I had to take it down to the Apple Store to wipe it and re-install everything. (Fortunately, I keep backups.) Anyhow, they told me that upgrading the OS had to be done, and "it might take a few hours." Shoulda asked them to define "few." 18 hours later, was still downloading, and suddenly kicked out with an error message saying download had failed and try again. *&%$#!@. Not to mention: !*&4•º%$§#¢£!@¡
Have just restarted the download; at least it seems to be restarting just from where it kicked out before, but I really have better things to do with my time than nursemaid this nonsense.
warriorsavant: (Computer-steampunk)
Why do they make lightbulbs in so many odd shapes and sizes? Even in one small condo, I must have 8 types of lights. I had to go to three places to find the replacement for one particular bulb I have now that burned out. I think when we start installing lights in the new house, my rule will be “only one type of bulb, everywhere.” No cutesy decorator lights, not halogens here and incandescents there, etc.

I understand in the interest of saving the environment (or something), in the US, incandescent bulbs are now illegal (just like toilets that actually flush properly), because what the country needs are a good 5-cent cigar and a good $15 dollar lightbulb. Oh, yes, it saves energy, b/c the 5-watt LED is actually the equivalent of a 40-watt incandescent. Yeah, like I ever use 40-watt bulbs. If I wanted to live in the dark, I wouldn’t have electric lights in the first place; I used 60- or preferably 100-watt bulbs. When we want soft romantic lighting, we use candles.
warriorsavant: (Computer-steampunk)
Some years back our hospital decided to become more efficient and put records and everything else on computer. Just use the fingerprint scanner to log in, open Chartmaxx, and everything is there almost instantly. Unless the fingerprint scanner doesn’t work, which it usually doesn't. Unless something hasn't been scanned onto Chartmaxx yet. Or is in a different software package. Or it's all there, but the system is really slow. Or, like today, there's a power outage. Yup, we had a 5-10 minute blackout. I thought hospitals have emergency generators, but those are for vital functions only. I suppose for the administration, Dermatology, which generally sucks hind teat when it comes to respect from our colleagues, our clinic doesn't count as "vital." (That is, until they need us, then we're everyone's best friend.) I've been to hospitals where the Dermatology clinic was in a 40-year old "temporary" wooden building across the parking lot. Anyhow, we were sitting in the dark literally, and thanks to the dependence on IT metaphorically as well. Fortunately our most important tool, our brains, were still working, and "technology" came to our rescue to see patients, as everyone has an app on their smartphones that allow a several-hundred dollar device to act as a flashlight.
warriorsavant: (Computer-steampunk)
So the Next BigThing is the "Internet of Things." Apparently this means putting Wi-Fi-connected microprocessors in everything. After all, it's important that your desk lamp be able to talk to your refrigerator. Or something. And since they learned their lesson from computers, security is built into all these devices. Except it isn't. Not even slightly. The potential for your life to be hacked will expand exponentially. Do you think it isn't already an issue? Tesla (the electric car company) just announced they were putting out a security update/patch for the computers in their cars. If they are doing that, then either there's already been an incident, or they at least recognize the potential for it.

There are at least two reasons to worry. First, if your microwave or furnace can be controlled from your phone, tablet, or laptop, then there is a link between them, and if there is a link between them, signals can go both ways and the cheap, commonplace, now-Internet-linked, household gadgets can be used to hack your phone, tablet, or laptop, and from there, your bank account and everything else you own.

Second, the devices can be directly hacked either for blackmail, or shear malice. As an example of the former with computers, consider reports of people having their computers hacked for blackmail/ransom. When you try to use your computer, everything is locked except a message from the hacker demanding money: pay up and they will unlock your computer, don't pay and they will wipe your hard drive. Now imagine you try to get into your entirely-wired house, and get such a message: pay up and we let you in, don't pay and we lock you out, and wipe all the Things-of-the-Internet you've connected together. Worse, imagine if you are "driving" your self-driving car, and your car display gives you a similar message: pay up, or we crash your car.

In a way, this is simply hacking-as-crime (or malice for the fun of it), egalitarian-ized, in the same way other crimes have been. Non-Internet examples? Armed Robbery for one. If you want to go in for Armed Robbery, you could follow Sutton's Law and rob a bank. It's high payoff, but also high risk and requires lots of planning. Because of the risk, there really isn't that much bank-robbery going on in the developed world. Much easier to knock over a gas station or convenience store: lower payoff, but almost no risk. Another example is kidnapping. In South America and the Middle East, kidnapping used to target only the rich. High payoff, maybe a million dollars a pop. However, requires lots of planning, good organization, and lots of risk; rich people can afford bodyguards, and they just might take out a contract on you later. Now, apparently, it is more common to grab the kids of local, middle-class or even poor people. Grab them, stuff them in a car, make them call their parents, and demand $100 ransom. Less payoff, but minimal planning needed and minimal risk.

So, I may be a Luddite, but I'll stick with my non-wired environment, Internet of the Internet, life. If my television set wants to talk to my stove, it will just have to walk into the kitchen on its own.
warriorsavant: (Quebec sait faire)
The GPS on my Blackberry is quite useful, but some genius decided to use two recorded/synthesized voices at once when it is set to English but giving directions in Quebec. One voice, in English, to tell you things (e.g. go 2.3 Km and turn left), the other, in French, to read out the names of the streets. One of the hardest things in speaking another language, is to understand (or say) a proper noun, that you are used to in your language, in the other language. Even though I'm reasonably bilingual, I still have trouble understanding the names of streets, especially when they aren't been said properly in French anyhow. Example: "Koo see kanz nor," which is actually Quebec 15 north. Whatever algorithm that reads the map doesn't realize that QC is just an abbreviation for Quebec, and after having been thrown off by that, have trouble then realizing that the rest of the highway name is being given in French, even though the GPS is giving me directions in English. Today it told me to turn onto K'dah. Wasn't sure if that was French or Hindi. When I got there, I realized it was Kildare Street, pronounced with a very strong French accent.
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
Hedgefund can now go all the way down the stairs as well as all the way up. She crawls down backwards, but can make the entire flight down. Of course, like a cat, the purpose of going up the stairs is to go back down them, and the purpose of going down the stairs is to go back up them.

Sometimes she will just start up the stairs on her own, but sometimes she will look at me, and wait for me to come over to follow her up and down. I’m not sure if this is a safety check on her part (“belay me!”) or just wants Daddy to play with her. I’m fine with both. I’m not happy if she falls down one step and bangs herself; she will not really get hurt, and will learn to be more careful. (Maybe. Not sure I’m any more careful / less clumsy at my advanced age.) However, really don’t want her falling down an entire flight and killing herself.

More pix soon, but realized not only do phones geotag photos if you don't shut off that feature, they add lots of metadata to the photos, so I'm not posting any more until I figure out how to remove that. Tech companies are all very indignant about government "snooping," but they try to collect far more data on you than the government does.


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