Wednesday No Games But Walking

I rose after waking a few times and rolling over. I think I still wake to head to work and roll over. I rise with the sun.

Coffee is waiting, now purchased coffee as all the gifts are finished (thanks). The dark, bitter taste reminds me that we liberals have so much work to do.

I spent much of the day reading Hail Mary. It has been a long time since I have found a book so engaging. I spent much time lost in its story. Excellent, and I look forward to the movie.

I started the blog. I am using the cheap Raspberry Pi system I set up as an experiment, and I have slowly learned that having multiple browser sessions open slows my response time. I also learned that Grammarly uses some local processing, which slows down and stops finding things as I go further into my text. Yikes! I believe I need to keep the browser count down. Still, for a few hundred dollars, it is impressive, just slightly slower than a $2000+ Apple and running from an SD Card as its hard drive!

I manage to get a few paragraphs down before I have to break and get ready. I shower and all of that and soon head out the door as Scott W sends me a note that he is already at Jenkins Estate with Loki, their larger and well-mannered poddle. I park next to Scott’s jeep after passing on the far-out parking, and meet Scott W with Loki. I thank Loki for bringing Scott W with him. The estate is owned by the local parks and was the home of a wealthy family from the Gilded Age. This is only my third time here, and it is green and damp, very Oregon. From the old photos, they know the hills were denuded of trees then. All this growth has occurred over the last 100 years or so. There is nothing left of the old forest in my area. It is still lovely; I can see the beginnings of the bulbs, and it will soon be bright in color, besides our usual green.

It is hills, and we climb and descend multiple times muddy paths, with only me once asking to stop. Next time, boots! We meet Michelle V’s husband, Jim, and I get a flyer for an art exhibition he is helping to assemble, March 21-22, at Jenkins Estate. I will be out of town (Salt Lake City with Deborah), but for the local readers, mark it on your calendar, as I am sure it will be great.

We chat and walk, and soon it is nearer 11:30 and time for Scott, also retired, to return to his main job, gardening his mass of now oversized plantings. We will meet on Thursday for lunch with my former boss, Brad J. Air VW the Gray gets me home, and soon I am doing a few chores and then reading again. I head to Happy Panda for lunch and miss Corwin for lunch. I read and have Sweat and Sour Pork with extra veggies, and have to admit, I only like the veggies. The hot-and-sour soup was not served hot, just warm. Hmmm.

I return home, and with some emotions in the wrong place and lunch not settling, I say ‘f**k it’ and pull up the covers and hide from the world. I rise again before 4 when Deborah calls.

My legs are tired from the walk and riding the stationary bike yesterday, and I decide not to do more. I watched some YouTube videos and learned more about marine aquariums, but I believe it isn’t for me. I see another fascinating video about jars used to keep mini environments, and that is fascinating, but while tempting, I will not start more projects. This contradicts some of my understanding of water-based systems, and I find it fascinating.

I have a salad for dinner later with a little cheese and ham to make it more than just veggies. I say good night to Deborah and read. Somewhere, I finish and publish the blog. I read more. I have a few salty peanuts in the shell as a snack. I remember to put out the trash, collect it all, and add it in. The old suitcase is in the trash. It makes me a bit sad, but its time is over, and it is falling apart.

I read, again, do the dishes, and read more. I laugh, enjoy the story, and feel better.

Thanks for reading!