My father's youngest sister --- she's only fifteen years older than me --- has gotten worse. She's been in a nursing home since 2019, and recently contracted Covid-19. Though that's, according to the tests, cleared from her system, she has got pneumonia from it and isn't responding to treatment. My father and his other sister have the plans in place, in case she does die --- the ill sister had arrangements made long ago --- and it includes, if needed, a memorial service held when all the people directly involved will be available, rather than necessarily something the week after she dies. And, my father notes, his sister has somehow made it through worse conditions than this, in her hard-lived past, and I suppose so, be she was younger then and had gone through fewer of these things. And the medical system was less hollowed out from years of a pandemic we stopped trying to manage two years ago.
In other depressing news, the job interview for today that a recruiter set up, after a series of four hundred phone calls that should have been LinkedIn chats on Friday, didn't happen. I don't understand why not but they weren't ready for me and aren't sure when they will be. I'm not one to turn down work but as prospects go this seemed like a dubious one since the top item on their list of requirements was 'experience with point-of-sale systems' and the only experience I have with them is buying stuff. I last worked a register in 1990, at the waffle cone stand in Great Adventure, for crying out loud.
The recruiter still thinks I'm a good candidate since they have mid-level programmer positions and I have a lot of C# experience to balance my lack of POS experience. My mother thinks I'm looking for excuses to fail this interview and I don't see how being aware what parts I'm completely unqualified for hurts me. I'm not going to bring it up to them and I'll minimize it as much as I can if and when I do interview, but, like, this was the top item on their list. I don't care what the twelfth item on their Requirements list is because they don't even remember what it is, but the top items matter. I'll apply to anything where I satisfy three of the top four items but I am now on week 53 of unemployment.
Anyway. There's two other recruiters who've found separate jobs with the State of Michigan that I'd be qualified for, but I've been through a couple rounds of trying at the State of Michigan with nothing to show for it either.
Though Sylvan Beach was closed by now we were still walking around the park and getting pictures in, and you're going to see and enjoy them! I hope!

The Tilt-A-Whirl, which somehow we missed going on at all even though an older machine like that could be ... really any kind of ride whatsoever, no telling what. Could be the most intense spinning madness outside early Space Race tests of dubious value leaving you dizzy for weeks to come, could be the rotational equivalent of a water fountain with insufficient pressure.

Raised floral planter that's next to the Bumper Cars.

And here are the bumper cars, put to bed for the night.

The Kiddie Whip ride, which isn't anywhere near the Kiddieland area. Notice in the background they've rotated the Bomber but still seem to be working on it.

The Gift Shop closed up. They didn't have a T-shirt that I could find, a pity; I got some Sylvan Beach postcards, at least.

I hope that ride operator didn't forget to turn off the Laffland lights on our account.
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Date: 2022-09-29 04:11 am (UTC)The nighttime park pictures are interesting. Thank you.