Today was another chance to get up and log on and work from home. The day spiked my blood pressure only a little bit as the project starts to approach hard deadlines, and the usual panic happens.
I had a few meetings and then slipped out between sessions and went grocery shopping. We are running out of milk and eggs; I put together a list and mostly stuck to it. I brought my bags and then was told they are not using customer bags anymore. Well, that does make sense.
I started soaking beans last night and started cooking bean soup while listening to meetings (this consists mostly of two minutes of assembly and then turn the heat on).
We ordered again lunch from La Provence. I want to help them as much as I can. This time Corwin and I both ordered the tuna melt. We both got soup as the side. Susie got my French Onion Soup. I ordered some cookies too. It was delivered perfectly.
I took a walk after eating as I get stiff from all the sitting. I changed my chair back to the good chair–don’t ask. My back is back to normal. During my walk, I pass Reedville Elementary. The school was built in the Great Depression by the work programs. We have kept the old building and just added on to the school here in Oregon.
Watching the difficulties we have now and seeing the plate on the school gives me hope that everything will work out soon. The old school even has an old cupola where the flag used to fly. They now use a pole out in front of the school. They have kept the original look with a few safety upgrades.
I also walked by the Reedville Presbyterian Church that shares its parking lot with the school. The building is a bit square for an American church. That is because the church building burned during World War 2, and they could not rebuild it due to the emergency. When the war ended, they purchased a portable church, yes the army had such things and had it delivered. The end of the building is still that WW2 chapel. The Presbyterians have a pipe organ and invite the neighbors to the concerts–The sound is amazing.
It is reassuring to me as I walk by our shared history here. In the past, events happened. We are changed by them in unexpected ways. I can see that everything worked out even with all the changes. The Presbyterian even spelled it out for us: Hope.
By-the-way, Reedville is mostly gone. Another event, the Columbus Day Storm, flattened much of the small buildings of Reedville. The name has faded to mostly a name on a map. The church and the school survived the storm and kept the name. The newest housing development is called Reed’s Crossing remembering the past.
Work finished with more than forty of us from Nike SAPAE (call us Nike IT) calling into a video meeting and singing happy birthday to one of our colleagues, Kate. It was dreadful and fun. I put on the light-up tophat that I built. Others provided other festive views both real and virtual.
I finished up the bean soup and added veggies and ham. It was good.
I found an article on 1920s books. Those fiction books that one would have read in the 1920s. I liked the list and while tempted by Lady Chatterley’s Lover, I went with two others that fit more my thinking: Cheri and The Last of Cheri and Gentlemen Prefer Blondes -and- But Gentlemen Marry Brunettes: The Illuminating Diary of a Professional Lady. I ordered them online from AbeBooks from various used book stores across the country. I figure they need some business. None cost more than five bucks delivered. Supporting my habit of reading 1920s material for Call of Cthulhu and reading, from the reviews, some fun stories.
Which of course takes us to today’s song: Gentlemen Prefer Blonds (Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend)
I am tired and took a nap and then started on the dishes and the clean-up.
I then noticed the cover of ChessLife. I see I should have been locked down in the Cayman Islands with a chessboard! It was a typical day of rain, sleet (yes ice bouncing off the roof), sun, and clouds all at the same time here in Oregon. Spring is here.
Today the press reports more than seven hundred forty people lost their battle with the virus just in the USA this Tuesday. More than four thousand deaths are now reported in the USA.
Today’s song is not a formal hymn, but it works that way too: Mercy Now.