Story 16March2023

Today would be Grandma Wild’s 111 birthday.

(picture is from 2006 at First Congregational Church, Laingsburg, Michigan, Lee (Bell) Wild)

Here is a scanned 1965 Christmas photo with Linda (my younger sister and best sister) with Great Granddad Ed holding her, a young Lee holding me, Great Grandma Ruby standing over us all, and dad, Bob Wild, dressed as Santa. Linda and Ed have the same birthday and enjoyed joint parties for years.

The day started with me getting going at 8AM, waking just a few times and late. I was still exhausted last night. I felt better, but I was determined to go slow. I made a breakfast of liberal Fair Exchange brand coffee in my French Press with a banana and two corn muffins I made the day before. I spent the whole morning writing as I started over once. I had trouble finding my voice today, and my spelling and punctuation were terrible this morning.

After 11AM, I boarded Air Volvo to see Susie at the hummingbird house. The traffic on a Thursday was the worst I have seen this week. I managed to get there after noon, and Susie was delighted to see me.

We headed outside in the sunny and dry Metzger Park, which was unexpected in March in Oregon. Usually, the grey is so bad it seems like twilight all day, and the rain is constant–not this year. The park was lovely, and we called Leta from there. Leta has finished her repairs to her house; no more mice and raccoons. She hopes it will be warmer now that the insulation is replaced in the ceiling. Leta was excited to see Susie outside and enjoy the sunny Oregon day (with an icy wind).

Next, coming back inside, we watched the movie Tourist as Jolie got the last word. It is a fun movie and has some unexpected turns. Jolie is just perfect throughout the whole film. Susie stayed awake the entire time.

At 3:45 or so, I was ready to return home. Susie had missed me yesterday and was not prepared for me to head home, but she relented. No tears today, but concern. I promised a short visit on Friday (back to work for me). I tucked Susie in and got her safe (crash pad in place), and left with a kiss.

I stopped by the hobby shop, gray undercoat paint, and the cleaners to pick up my now-shortened pants. I arrived after 4PM. The mail contained a $1 refund of an overpayment to an Rx we used to use when Susie was at Forest Grove. I hate it when they send me checks back–such a waste when they should bill me correctly the first time.

Next, I headed to BJ’s Brewhouse and had a steak to celebrate my feeling better. There I wrote this blog.

Thanks for reading.