Today 19June2023

The morning started with me sleeping in until 7:45, mostly rolling over, sleeping for fifteen minutes, and waking again. I made cereal with sliced banana for breakfast, pouring milk on it and eating it as I listened to the status meeting at 8:30 on Sunday. The crises are mostly resolved (we are still loading data related to Foobar, but that should end soon). The meeting was perfunctory, but we know that unless you have a daily status meeting at the shoe company, things tend to drift in a fog of miscommunication and missed dates. The status meetings reinforce the plan and strategy to complete the thousands of tasks needed for the complex software installation, data conversions, and processing.

While I listened to the meeting, I started to write the long Saturday blog, 1,400+ words, and finished it just after 10AM. It was cold and rainy–our typical June weather. Later in the day, we got warnings for sudden heavy rains and the possibility (despite the cold) of funnel clouds–I did experience heavy sideways rain in Air Volvo later in the day. I then returned to my radio project. I managed to make the nod wiring work on an Arduino. I have a StemTerra version that is a 5V original Arduino built into a breadboard. This allows me, for 5V items and components that run in 3.3V and 5V, to be easily tested. I soon found that I had everything correct for the nob and then looked at the code again for the radio. Then I remembered I had wired the nob on my original radio backward by mistake and fixed it in the code. I then realigned the code to match the correctly installed nob.

Later in the evening, I picked back up the radio work. I will cover it now. I started to connect wires to all the face buttons and made some mistakes. My rule is that it is time to stop after two significant mistakes. What happens is that your head must not be in the work, or you are tired–sometimes you don’t realize you need to stop–thus the rule. I shorted the nob (ugh!), and I connected the push switches correctly, but the wires would not fit in the front of the radio when I tried to position the wooden plate on the radio box. Puke! I will have to try again on Monday morning. Thus I stopped.

I put pictures of Bob Wild and Ben Guild for Father’s Day on Facebook; they have both been gone for a long time. I found a picture of Dad (Bob Wild) from his visits to Oregon that I had not published before.

Returning to narrative flow after working on the radio, I then paid some bills, caught up on the Quicken transactions, and cleaned up and dressed. I finished the laundry and dishes and cleaned the microwave. I also cleaned the toilets. Next, I reheated some of the Jambalaya I made a few days ago. I watched some YouTube videos (Ship Happens) while eating. Time started to disappear, and I was headed out in Air Volvo to see Susie at her place at the hummingbird house in Portland (Tigard) at Allegiance Senior Care LLC, 9925 SW 82nd. Ave. Portland (Tigard), OR 97223; phone (503) 246-4116.

Susie was napping in her recliner in the shared living room when I arrived. Anassa, the weekend nursing aide, moved Susie to her rocking chair in her room. We continued with our Indiana Jones movies; the Temple of Doom was next. I had forgotten how action-packed the movie was, and I enjoyed it. We stopped the film to call Leta, Susie’s mother, at Susie’s sister’s (Barb) house. We got to talk to Emma (Barb’s daughter) for a while, and Emma and I spoke about some Dungeons and Dragons playing and our current characters (she is playing a Drow with a vitamin D deficiency–that is a D&D joke). It was a friendly chat. We rang off and finished the movie.

Susie became uncomfortable and had to be laid in her bed on her side. I stayed for another thirty minutes and then left with a kiss. Susie wanted me to stay all night, but that was not possible, and Susie was falling asleep (as I would soon be sleeping, too), so I left with a few more kisses, and Susie was already falling asleep as I went.

I headed to BJ’s Brewhouse and had a slice of prime rib with a potato and a Ceasar salad for dinner. I had Brussels sprouts with it, which we undercooked and tasted like bitter cold cabbage (maybe that is how they are supposed to be served–I have not ordered them in years). My waiter, Moe, ensured everything was perfect and insisted I have ice cream for dessert. She had known me for years and told me she had worked the whole Father’s Day shift and was smiling (it is a lot of money for a waiter to get an entire shift on Father’s Day). By the way, it was the most enormous slab of prime rib I have ever seen!

After that, I returned home and, there is no surprise here, rested and napped a bit. It was still early, so I returned to the office and, as I have described, messed up my radio project. Once I stopped, I read some more. I went to bed early and slept well.

Thanks for reading!