Monday Memorial Day 2025

I rose around 7:30 and was happy to not be sick. I was sneezing, and my eyes burned from the pollen festival held by the local fauna. I contacted Joan S later, and we agreed to reschedule a movie as I should take another day and go slow. I now had no plans. I also heard from Richard that he is still traveling; therefore, there will be no Tuesday morning board game. I had a quiet Memorial Day.

The cough and unevenness resurfaced as the morning went on. A headache and a few visits to the restroom, with my colon reminding me it was still unhappy, made this a low-activity day. I limited the day’s plan to some light housework and printing on my 3D printer.

I made a NYC bagel (thanks, Joyce) with some lox I found in the freezer and defrosted. That went well with the coffee, liberal coffee — fair trade, made in a half-pot in my new coffee maker with a timer. This time, I forgot to make it last night, and managed to assemble it in my messy kitchen sink full of dishes (and the dishwasher full of clean ones).

I wrote the blog, read some emails, did some doom scrolling with the Trump and Republicans trying to grab back the headlines, but they seemed to be failing, and updated my Quicken transactions. I checked, and 2600 The Hacker Quarterly does not have new issues yet; my story is in that one or the next. I finished the blog, started the laundry, did all the dishes, and started the dishwasher. As a distraction, I rewatched the previous Mission: Impossible movie, number 7. It is a long 3+ hours. I reheated frozen green pea and ham soup I made and froze a few weeks ago for lunch. I was out of paper towels, but I found a packet of paper napkins that I could use instead.

I can’t remember when I watched the start of the two-part close for this season. There are rumors that the actor who plays the doctor quit or was fired, and that the show will be canceled or put on hold for a few years. I thought some episodes were great, while others drifted away from sci-fi to being too simple for a show that can also terrify.

I enjoyed Mission: Impossible 7. I have seen it a few times. I put on 6 and liked that, and now I see the connections between the two movies. Watching 6 and 7 made it clear the series is ending.

I put on gloves and took the tree topper I had printed and broken. I rewashed it, cut off the supports without further damaging it, and then cured the broken pieces, which were three large pieces. I later used my jeweler’s cement to glue the pieces together. The cracks are hard to see. This glue, which slowly hardens, is strong after 24 hours. It allows you to make adjustments for about an hour and often longer. It is a resin and is as strong as CA glue and dries clear. It is perfect for glass and gems, for example. It is dissolved by lacquer thinner and is not suitable for high-temperature use (an aerospace product is required for that).

The topper spills a mixture of alcohol and resin, which becomes a white, messy substance on my curing station. Ugh! This is not toxic as the resin is now hard but dissolved as powder in the alcohol. I’ll clean this mess up with a paper towel (the paper towel used for the modeling is never mixed with the kitchen for all the obvious reasons). I place the container of alcohol, about 3/4 of a gallon, out in the sun to turn all the dissolved resin into powder. This makes the resin-poisoned alcohol safer to handle and removes the toxic issues.

(David Austin’s Wedgwood climber)

Corwin stops by at around 4:30, and we split the leftover Chinese-style food. We discuss his new business ventures in window washing and roof treatment. He and his partner are still working out the details. Corwin is very hopeful.

Corwin was then off to deliver food, the pay had been less this holiday than he hoped. I got his car insurance for his birthday. Holidays are a mixed bag for food delivery, as Memorial Day is often a day for grilling.

I read and watch more, put away the laundry, and finished the MI-6 movie. I went to bed, got up, and ordered some stamp collecting supplies (stamp mount strips of various heights, for those who speak stamp collecting), and then went back to reading. I woke dreaming some of the story, still holding my Kindle. I put down the book. I had figured out the first murder and murderer (having seen a version of the murder, I think, in CSI Las Vegas), but the story is more complex. I am not sure where this is going.

(An orphaned rose I got cheap–they lost its name and sold it cheap)

I managed to sleep until it was bright and sunny at 6AM on Tuesday morning.

Thanks for reading.