Saturday Flour and Z

I rose on Saturday with only the plans to receive flour and other goodies from King Arthur Flour Company and to see Z at her birthday party (she turned 14 on 28 Feb). As is my habit on Friday, I did the four days of laundry, and I put away clean clothing on Saturday morning. I washed my robe and a few items from yesterday. I doom scrolled, what us liberals call reading the news from the USA–primarily drenched in politics, updated my transactions in Quicken, and checked my 401K, trading in a narrow 1% range for months.

I expect the market to not change and certainly won’t rise. Our activist Federal Reserve may decide to raise interest rates as inflation is driven by events (i.e., bird flu, tariffs, trade wars, loss of control by the US government as it partially shut down from cuts and funding issues), so diving for financial cover is difficult. It seems to be a belt-in and hold-on. President Trump wants cheap money, and I expect he will ‘fire’ the Fed after that. The Bank of the USA may be recreated (with all the exciting risk) and be controlled, again, by congress and the President. The Federal Reserve notes currency replaced with new USA bills or Trump Bitcoins. Escape Pods are unavailable for me (or you, dear reader).

Leta, my mother-in-law has already worked out that she can live just on her teachers retirement when Social Security Checks stop coming (i.e., they fire the people who run the checks so nobody can send them, they bankrupt the USA next month with a default on debts, or other unexpected results of the executive orders and chaos in the USA government). Leta said she did not want to live through another Great Depression, but she sees all the signs of one coming. Leta, and others, are scared, “I don’t want to do the 1950s or 1930s again!”

Aside: Yes, I know some of my readers have a different opinion of what is happening in Washington and the US Government. I respect your right to believe what you want in the USA. The blog is what I experience from my point of view and is not meant to be a political statement.

I wrote the blog for the morning and skipped breakfast (all those bowls of jambalaya had me still full), just freshly ground coffee, locally roasted. It was another sunny, bright morning, and it seemed less cold. I soon opened the doors. I showered, shaved, and dressed. I reheated leftover jambalaya from yesterday (Tuesday is Fat Tuesday) and enjoyed it for lunch.

The flour, lots of it, mixes, and even soup mixes arrived. I put it all away. I am ready for more baking!

It was too nice a day to write (though I published the blog), so I boarded Air VW the Gray. I then headed to Cornell Farms, a family-owned nursery in the West Hills overlooking the Tualtin Valley (the valley I live in). It is lovely and has many things I think I need and some I would love to have, but the price keeps it a nice dream. I also no longer dig holes with my balance issues (no ladders, either) since the brain surgery. So anything I buy Corwin or someone else has to ‘install.’

For a Saturday, the travel was in moderate traffic, and the place was flooded with others like me who can be fair-weather gardeners. In my defense, I was there in the rain and the cold. I saw a huge BMW SUV back out of a ‘Compact Only’ space, blocking traffic in the complex parking areas (there are three little lots, all at different heights and skill levels). More of an unmooring than a pulling out. After two attempts and not missing any paint from others (including wheeled carts and people), the BMW was released, and a line of cars followed that had to give way for the full-sized SUV. I found an easier parking location and revelled in the smaller footprint of the ID.4 that I now drive. It is smaller, and the cameras and windows make it a pleasure to park.

I walked the gardens and sales area three times and enjoyed the options. I met David on the staff, and he agreed I should wait until I return from my March trip before planting a pomegranate tree in my backyard. Later, I found a propagated clipping of their colossal rose bush, now just beyond the twig phase, a bourbon rose bush that will grow 8′ tall. Yes! They had two left, and I took the more solid-looking one. Later, I called Corwin, and he said he would dig a hole as the selected location was filled with stones. I enjoyed a coffee and a cookie from their café. I managed to release my parking spot without causing a parking SNAFU; I tried to ignore all the vast and expensive SUVs parked (moored) in compact spaces.

At home, I got supplies from the garage, tried digging the small hole, and discovered the rocks. This will have to wait. I did take the rose fertilizer and spread it on the backyard roses. The tulips are starting, and while last year’s wet took some, most survived. I am happy to see them rising.

I reheated some more leftovers, pizza this time. I continued to read Elric stories and eat. I read on the cover that this book I found in Seattle is the corrected version of the story and published in the correct sequence. I had noticed that a later story, 1989, was in the middle of the book. Later, Michael Moorecock wrote a half-joke story of an intervention of a traveller in Elric’s story. It was fun. I am glad to see it placed in this book. I remember buying it and devouring a new Elric tale in the 1980s (The originals are from the 1960s).

I put away Elric and headed to Dondrea and Z’s place for Z’s birthday celebration. I arrived without much traffic and soon was munching on incredible cupcakes decorated with frosting moss and mushrooms. The cakes were books and moss and mushrooms. Dondrea is a master cake maker.

I stayed for a while, and Z liked the metal dragon coins and realistic resources for her copy of the board game Wrymspan. I was tired, and I even nodded off while reading and slept an hour in the afternoon. I returned home after hugs and offers of more cake—I demurred.

At home, I got the mail, which was slow, and got my earthquake insurance policy renewal. For just under $700 a year, I can get the house rebuilt for up to $744,000 with a 10% deductible (which I must spend first) and only $10,000 of required upgrades from the state/county. Hmmm. It is all that is offered now.

I reworked my TripIt version of Deborah and my trip to California. I also completed a driving plan—I intend to take Air VW the Gray to California. I am looking at Fresno, as I need to stop twice to limit driving to no more than 8 hours a day. Fresno is four hours from Long Beach; it works as a second stopover.

I soon read more Elric and then showered and read more, a super brain cookie. But, I feel my inner writer wants to return to my stories. I think I will drink deeply from Moorcock’s stories. I sleep after turning page after page.

I wake and have trouble sleeping. I seem fully awake, but soon sleeping again. I dream of being drafted and working for Trump and Musk in some workforce. I remember the furniture was all white, plain IKEA, as the lack of planning had us provide our own bunks and storage shelving and assemble them. I discovered I had ‘volunteered’ for a marathon (it came with the award first as that was how it was done now, I was told by Elon via an email) and needed to get in shape, and Clint was sending me texts on how to get in shape. Deborah was in a Michigan-based workforce and sending me advise too. I woke shaking my head. Yikes!

Thanks for reading!