Monday Back to Rain

It rained and rained and rained. Deborah was back in Detroit, and I was alone in my home, listening to the Pacific Northwest cry out that Deborah was gone. My back corner filled, and the water almost reached the rose bush. As much flooding as the river-of-rain events.

I got up around 8 and made coffee by grinding more beans from the local veggie place. I read the email, updated my transactions to Quicken, and read some of the news. President Chaos-Battleship was working the press to prevent any news he did not like; he was less effective, as the reality of the Epstein files, the economy, and his ‘say anything’ style had begun to cost him. It was still hard to believe his comments about the US Women’s Hockey team.

I wrote the blog for most of the morning while also starting more laundry. With the blog done, I started in on my taxes, which consist of organizing all the various 1099s and like forms (funny not to have a W-2), totaling up my medical costs, and getting them from Quicken or letters I have from ACLU, OPB, and my church. I then wrote this information up and got it in a letter. All of this was then in a large envelope that I delivered to my accountant, Cornerstone in Hillsboro.

I parked on the street and walked in the rain to their office. The streets were full of water. Next, I walked in the rain for two blocks (happy to have my hat) and then waited for my turn at the office (it is the start of the busy season for tax people). I had to sign one more form, a release of information that I opted out of for Oregon. The folks at Cornerstone believe that, unless there is something missing or wrong, my taxes should be ready in two weeks.

I then drove, passing the house, to the otherside of Beaverton to the lab. I brought the dermatologist form with me. I was tested for various infections and liver issues. The new drug requires a check for these things. I have labs waiting for my regular doc, but I did not fast for them. I will try to get those done on Wednesday.

After filling three tubes, I drove home. But first, I stopped at Safeway and got the fixings for angel hair pasta with meatballs. Aws was my checker, and he was happy to see me. He lives here now, having left Iraq years ago. We quickly catch up, and we mostly say we are happy that we are both still here and going.

I return home, and time seems to be running away from me, sliding by me as I nod off in my chair in the living room after unloading the goodies from Safeway. It is soon dinner time. I baked the meatballs, heated the sauce from a jar (Trader Joe’s), and boiled some water. I also heat up garlic bread. Dinner was lovely, but my tummy did hurt afterward. Likely a side effect of meds.

I chatted and texted with Deborah here and there on Monday, but she took the red-eye to Detroit and was running out of steam fast. I read and called Corwin; he came and finished off the pasta, meatballs, and garlic bread (though he left me with 1/2 a loaf and 1 meatball). He brought his dog over, Hank, who seemed less nervous on this trip. We watched a few episodes of The Agency.

Corwin headed out, and I was soon reading in bed. I soon nodded off, turned off the lights, and slept.

Thanks for reading!