Wednesday Quiet

On Wednesday, I was less tired and found my way more easily. Dondrea was traveling, so there was no game on Wednesday night with Z. My alarm went off at 7, but I rolled over, and it was closer to 8 when I got coffee to start my day. It was time for liberal, Equal Exchange coffee in my French Press, which produces about two and a half mugs of the dark fluid that powers me in the morning. I have been drinking Fair Trader-certified coffee for most mornings since Trump was elected the first time. It is my reminder that we must do the right thing every day and how far we still have to go before we have Justice with Compassion and the Love of Community will settle into our community. I find Hope in every cup.

(What is the bright round thing in the sky?)

I wrote my blog for most of the morning. I added a banana and toast from my homemade milk bread with jam. I did the dishes, showered, and dressed. I boarded Air VW the Gray and tried out Carl Jrs for lunch. It is a guilty pleasure, and I enjoyed their Western Burger (bacon, onion rings, and other goodies) in the EV. The drive-through was blocked, forcing me to go inside–I have not been inside since the pandemic and forgot how nice and clean it looks. The clerk took my order with a smile, and soon, a line of folks were waiting, and we were just standing there. We were all nervous and not talking. We did not know what to do. I broke the ice by saying how strange it was to be inside. This got a smile, and soon we were chatting like usual, just like before the pandemic. I can see why people feel so alone now; fundamental social interactions are missing, and we are nervous to restart them.

With a hamburger, sin and all, inside me, I headed to Beaverton for an S/PRC church meeting. These are private and cannot be discussed here. An hour later, I was driving home and telling Deborah, who was driving home from work in Michigan, that I needed a drink. We often talk when we are traveling.

I stopped by Volvo and learned the process of having my late car towed away. I will donate the wreck to Oregon Public Radio. It was ruined by a sunroof leak that flooded the interior and, worse, impacted the computer and cables. This caused more than $18,000 in damage and is NOT covered by insurance. Ugh! I now drive a leased VW ID.4, an all-electric car I enjoy.

I was out of sorts but Deborah was free and we watched the last episode of Silo on Zoom and the end of season 2 did not disappoint. No spoilers. Deborah was a bit confused as she read the books, and the break in the story did not match the book. It was great, I thought, and I was feeling better. I was feeling better. It was terrific to see Deborah again (I had not seen her since I saw her walk into PDX). We might have to do more Zoom or FaceTime sessions.

The next installment is the Fall. I read that, unlike the books, the Silo story will go on intermixed with a pre-Silo story. Our next adventure is in March in California, where I will be the +1 for a business conference in Long Beach that Deborah is attending. I will work with Deborah on plans.

I got a shipment notice for my goodies from King Arthor Flour. It would be at Deborah’s house by Friday! My default address is Deborah’s, and my stuff is headed to Michigan! Deborah offered to mail it to me (but it is a lot of flour and other heavy items). Instead, Deborah gets a set of flour and baking items, too. I ordered another set, and this time, it was sent to my address. I called Deborah, and we laughed.

I read Kolchak and am just two chapters from finishing. The book and original movie were set in Las Vegas, but the TV show changes the setting to 1973-4 Chicago. It is interesting to read about the early 1970s version of Las Vegas. The book has Kolchak as a drunk on his way to an early, lonely death after being fired and blackballed. Still, a fascinating book, and I will have to look at the style. I like the way the first person is composed like a dictation.

My left ear (the one with no hearing) bothers me. I hope it will improve after washing it out and taking some painkillers. Ugh!

I was asleep before midnight but woke twice to prove hydration. I did dream, but I cannot recall the details. There were no marks on my neck this morning.

Thanks for reading!