Today 4April2023: Tuesday

The evening ended with Corwin joining me for dinner at Nonna Emilia Ristorante Italiano. I had the sausage with peppers, onions, and Corwin, a creamy seafood dish. We finished with a shared piece of Tiramisu. Corwin and I had not had dinner for some time, and it was nice to get caught up. We mostly talked about Dungeons and Dragons. I wrote an adventure for Corwin, and we need to play it someday. Mariah has agreed to play. He wants me to extend it to the original campaign size. I may find the time for that–we will see.

After that, I returned to Air Volvo and rested a bit. I got going again and started on this blog.

Turning to important topics, I visited Susie twice today. Leaving from work and risking Highway 26 to 217 three times today. I left first in the later morning and soon arrived at the hummingbird house in Portland (Tigard) at Allegiance Senior Care LLC, 9925 SW 82nd. Ave. Portland (Tigard), OR 97223; phone (503) 246-4116. Today’s weather was a mix of rain, sleet, and sun–changing randomly and even including local flooding.

Susie was in her recliner in the shared living room. We called Leta, Susie’s mother, and they chatted for a while on my iPhone using FaceTime so they could see each other. Susie was wide awake, had just finished breakfast, and chatted for a while. The TV was on Fox News and former President Trump’s indictment of 34 felony charges. All white-collar crimes related to cooking the books to hide a crime, the usual mobster charges. Of course, the Fox News hosts were editorializing instead of reporting. Something we have seen more of late in the media–the hosts (not just Fox) need to fill the time and keep folks watching. A spectacle sells.

I had to return to work, and Susie was not happy about that, but she grudgingly accepted my leaving and kissed me goodbye. I traveled the short distance, ate a rushed chicken bowl lunch at Chipotle Mexican Grill, and read the charges unsealed for Mr. Trump. The charges are like “check 00798′ and are crazily specific; nothing I expected. The trial was offered in January 2024, but the defense wants more time with a date in Spring 2024 requested. More to follow.

How bizarre. I only include this as we all expected a spectacle, not an accounting lesson.

I returned to the office with the weather changing every few minutes.

After 3:30, I headed back with Air Volvo and, with more traffic, reached Susie again. She was sleeping this time in her room, and I woke her. I brought the flowers that were in the cargo hold for Susie. I had forgotten to bring them in (being distracted, I think, by the events of today), so I returned, and Susie was thrilled to get flowers and more time with me today. Work had been quiet for me, so I thought it best to return today and finish what I started: Flowers for Susie!

Susie was happy to get more flowers, and I stayed with her for another thirty minutes or so. I returned home from there. The traffic was thick. The sleet caused local flooding. Air Volvo was in three inches of slush at some points–I have never seen these roads flood so fast. It was forty minutes to cross Beaverton and reach the Volvo Cave!

I will skip the usual narrative of getting up (ugh!) and enjoying liberal coffee ( yay!), and managing my exercises and stretches today. These things are the same most days.

I did finish the story part of the book Colin J. McRae: Confederate Financial Agent. As I wrote yesterday, McRae is a despicable slaver who used his skills as slave-raised cotton and trading cotton to finance the war in Europe. I learned in the rest of the book that he was shocked by the sudden end of the war; he was still supplying the war effort with supplies when the Confederacy collapsed. McRae was sued in Europe as the USA claimed all the assets of the Confederacy, but the USA refused to pay any of the debts of the CSA. The suits failed as McRae’s books showed he had no monies that belonged to the Confederacy. Later, despite saying he was broke, he found money to support Jefferson Davis (the former CSA president) and moved to Belize and founded a plantation of some sort there, and was buried there. Colin McRae refused to return to the USA.

It reads like a Clive Cussler book, and one imagines the finding of the wreck of a blockade runner with a clue that leads our heroes to find 100,000 sterling pound notes from 1865 in a cave in Belize on an abandoned plantation. Of course, the McRae family is under some new name, like a famous Billionaire (put name here, Soros?), and they also want the money. They cannot do it legally as the USA would seize the money. It is a race.

Just a daydream and fits today’s events (notice, you Trump supporters, I put Soros as the bad guy–just to make you smile). I may read more about McRae, as he seems the perfect villain.

Thanks for reading.