Friday Back in Portland

Going backwards, I finished the evening reading more polite British Murders and turned off the light. I have started using eye gel now that my eye doctor has said that, likely, my eyes are not closing completely when I sleep, which explains my dry eyes. I still had some from before the brain surgery. I slept and had dreams.

I had returned to the house via Air VW the Gray from Portland around 7:30 without incident. I was glad I had a cup of tea before I left, as the dark and busy day had left me sleepy. I had ignored the dishes for a few days, and now I put away the clean dishes and unloaded the sink into the dishwasher, but washed the kitchen knives by hand. I assembled the coffee, folded the laundry, and then put it away. It always seems like the world is more right once you get the kitchen and the laundry in order.

I then reviewed the possible Jazz locations for our upcoming trip to New Orleans and points south. I searched the Internet and found some intriguing suggestions and followed them up. I discovered a Mixology Class and booked that. I am creating a list of options and plans. Pastor Ken wants jazz on Saturday night. Working on it.

Going further back in the day, I arrived in Portland after my eye appointment and was too early for Schilling Cider House & Gluten Free Kitchen. I then walked up Division Street from 28th. I enjoyed the sudden parting of the clouds and another wonderful winter/fall day in Portland (winter and fall are about the same here in the Pacific Northwest, with only the temperature of the rain giving a hint at the true season). Kathleen was running late, meaning I could spend more time on my walk. I stopped at Rudy’s and had a haircut.

The most dangerous thing is not the war or uncontrolled crime, but the uneven sidewalks from letting trees grow and push against the cement.

The scariest thing was the bill for the haircut, as I was, please forgive this, at the cutting edge of hair styling, but went with just a scissor cut. No complex spelling names in my hair or multi-level buzz-ing. Just a cleaning up and shortening.

At 4ish, I returned and was not the first customer, and found our usual comfy chairs and got my one cider a week. Kathleen appeared, and we talked and got some food. I went with the pulled pork, but without a bun, paired with za’atar fries. We both got some work done, but we were both tired, and with the sun down early, I felt sleepy. We found a gluten-free bakery, coffee place, and pizza that was quieter. The cider house was filling up and getting loud. I read a few words aloud, between bites of delicious coffee-cake-style muffins, and got some feedback. We then decided to end our Friday early and head to our respective homes.

I moved back further, I finished the blog, and started my day with my laptop and book in the EV. I stopped off for lunch at Happy Panda and enjoyed their mushroom chicken, which seemed extra flavorful today. Perfect. I then discovered my fortune, which suggests I will head to Finland after visiting Iceland this year. At least that is how I interpret this oracle.

I headed southeast on the highways to reach my new eye folks. The traffic was not heavy, surprising for a combination of 26 to 217 to 5, sort of a tour of the worst traffic, but I was headed in the opposite direction of rush hour. I arrived and was soon given a laminated form and a wipeable marker to complete. That is a great idea. No shredding or endless files of paper. All scanned and typed into their systems. However, they do not use MyChart, and I found myself on my phone looking up things in MyChart to enter into this form for YAMS (yet another medical system).

I got to do all the tests, try to look here and there, and be scanned. I met with the eye doctor, and she completed the findings for new glasses, which I requested to have maximum magnification on maximum bifocals. I get a line. I am accustomed to lined glasses, as I use 3x bifocal safety glasses when working on figures, models, or electronics. It helps.

I picked a gold and brown frame and discovered that it was the cheaper one (just luck), and soon I was only out for $160 with insurance. I have the early stages of cataracts, but my blood vessels and other parts of my eyes are healthy. The dry eyes need drops and night gel. Surgery for my eyes is in the future, but not the near future.

For those who wonder, a minor correction for my long-distance vision and a minor adjustment to a stigmatism in my left eye. My near vision is not great, but it is likely due to aging and not caused by anything else. Overall, as I expected. I then enjoyed Highway 5 and then messy bridge traffic, and soon was in SE Portland. All was pretty, and folks were enjoying the day as the rains paused. No signs of war or crime, and definitely no reason for a shoot-to-kill order from President Trump.

I started my day by rising after 7 and discovering that I had forgotten to assemble the coffee. I made the coffee and ignored the dishes. I did put the dirty clothing in for my usual Friday run. As it is just me, doing laundry twice a week with The Machine keeps the load size down and usually gets things done in a few hours. I ignored Monday’s pile of clothing.

I wrote a card for Mom Wild and received it in the mail when it arrived. My 90-day supply of prescriptions. This is likely my last one on this insurance. I have to use ObamaCare next year. An exciting development as I can at least pay for coverage, something that was not possible before (and forgotten by most folks — you had to work for someone full-time to get any coverage before ObamaCare). I spent two years with no health insurance after college; I remember what it was like.

That brings us to the start of the day. And thank you for reading!