Author: alohawild

Sorry, no photos for Monday.

Going backward, I finished Louise Penny’s The Long Way Home: A Chief Inspector Gamache Novel (A Chief Inspector Gamache Mystery Book 10) with the death of a character. The story of the death brought back the last hours of Susie’s life to me. I came apart and was sobbing uncontrollably for ten minutes. The world was colors of black and white, and this new life, after Susie’s passing, seemed hollow and contrived. I did not want this new life without my wife, a dangerous moment. I need to stop this.

I walked out to the pantry, found Orville Redenbacher’s popcorn, unwrapped a microwave packet, and made it in the microwave (it burned a bit). Next, I sat in front of my laptop and found the Kaggle website. I looked at contests and read the requirements and code. I calmed down and soon was signed up for something impossible. I love to work on the impossible, even when I don’t win or complete it (I have never placed in coding contests, but I have learned so much, and this is working at the edge of human knowledge and capability). 

Here is the contest description:

Can you predict the level of problematic internet usage exhibited by children and adolescents, based on their physical activity? The goal of this competition is to develop a predictive model that analyzes children’s physical activity and fitness data to identify early signs of problematic internet use. Identifying these patterns can help trigger interventions to encourage healthier digital habits.

While I will not likely win or even come close, I will try and learn. There was a much more complicated and higher-paying contest to build an AI that can think (yes, I discovered there is even a measurement of thinking now used to evaluate AI capabilities against human abilities). Still, I thought I should start with something easier.  I will go with helping kids.

I finished the night brushing up my math by reading a book on Data Analysis. While reading, I put on the best of alternative rock on my Amazon Echo. I soon was back to my coding/math geek self.

Aside: I did work on the Kaggle contest that determined the source of cosmic rays for the Physic ICE project and created new science. My solution’s, a random solution, score placed it near the bottom of the scored solutions (how I beat some solutions is beyond me), but events prevented me (and f**king hard math, such as a least-square distance calculation in three-dimensional space) from building a better one. But I placed in the contest and was excited to see they got a working solution, and now we have published science.

While it is hard to find a life after becoming widowed, I know I have more to do and experience. I am an agent of change, continuing to reinvent myself and join in pushinging the world to its next version. I know that impossible is what we call something we don’t know how to do yet. I am off to New Orleans next month. Other trips and plans are forming. There is so much that I have not done yet!

I am feeling much better now: here. It is hard not to have grief, and other darker emotions overwhelm you. I have learned to let them play out; grief and depression are friends now. I just have to not let the pain and sadness rule me.

Dear reader, I am sharing my story here, and it is not always fun and exciting, but know I am OK. Yes, I am feeling better now! Yes, I will call someone if I can’t stop crying or the darkness gets worse.

Returning to the narrative, before this, I was at The 649 Taphouse in Aloha, Oregon, for the late afternoon and early evening. Natasha was bartending Monday by herself. I had a beer and soup for dinner. I spent the evening planning my trip to New Orleans with Deborah, suggesting Preservation Hall and me finding another cooking class to add. After some texting with Deborah, I said two Jazz shows at Preservation Hall.  I decided next to add a river paddlewheel and dinner tour on my last full day. I will be in NOLA from 17 to 23 October, flying all night on the 16th. I am trying a new hotel: Holiday Inn French Quarter-Chateau Lemoyne, with a room with a non-street facing balcony. I can roll onto my working ear with my hearing issues and hear no noise.

I finished my evening at The 649 with coffee and a shot of amaretto. I was cold. I headed home in Air Volvo and decided to read and warm up with a blanket. I started the laundry.

Moving back further, on Monday, I fried bacon in my non-stick pan (thanks, Steve). On Saturday, Dondrea gave me a few fine tomatoes, which joined the bacon, mayo, toast, and lettuce to make an excellent BLT sandwich. I keep a loaf of bread in the freezer as it is just me, and bread gets furry before I finish it if left out. I also order little packets of milk-like products for Corwin when he visits. He continuously learns that my milk is spoiled. Same story.

Aside: I ordered shelf-stable whole milk for baking to avoid this issue.

While enjoying my sandwich, I watched ShipHappens and tried to find my focus, but I did not get going.

Before this, I boarded Air Volvo and traveled across Beaverton to my hearing surgeon’s office. I parked on what I thought was the third floor of St. V Hospital and Medical Center car park and was relieved to see a yellow and a ‘4’ painted on the wall. Apparently, you enter from one side on floor two, something I did not know, and I would have had trouble finding an Air Volvo on my return to the parking structure if I had not noticed the ‘4.’

I soon found myself waiting in the boringly named waiting room with about one-tenth of the people in masks. I asked a masked person if they wanted me to mask up for them (“No, but thank you for asking”)—I was seated near them. I was trying to keep my distance. I was early and brought my Kindle, but I was surprised that Doc was running ahead (which never happens). Soon, Doc looked at my ear and nose and determined I was good. I was also told that my sister, Linda, was right and that I should not push the metal plate by my ear and make it tick. Wrong. Let it heal. I thanked Doc and shook his hand for his success, and I was happy to be good. My next adventure will be an MRI next year to check that everything is still as expected. If I leave the plate alone, there is no reason to expect any issues. Excellent.

Moving back to the morning, I rose after 7. I found the kitchen still in the same place, located the coffee, and whipped up liberal coffee in a French press. Sticking with the current breakfast, I added a banana and fruited yogurt. I read emails, looked at the news (mostly election news), updated Quicken, wondered why it couldn’t match some things, and started on the blog. I write for a while and try to stay focused. I managed to finish and post it.

And that takes me to waking. Thank you for reading and understanding.

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I rose on Sunday morning around 7 and was writing the blog soon. I was not cold, as the heat was on. I woke around 6:30 instead of my usual 4ish, meaning I was still confused by the time difference between here and Chicago (I woke at 4ish Monday morning). I rolled over and slept until 7ish. Coffee was found and used to execute liberalness in my coffee. There is nothing like the friendly lets-tax-the-rich flavor and increase-child-tax-credit sweetness of liberal coffee. The bitter reminds us how far we have yet to go. A banana, primarily to increase my potassium levels (still low), and yogurt as it is simple and includes fruit to finish my feast of the start.

I am time-boxed, but Saturday was a continuation of resting. It was not that busy. I finished the blog, published it by 9, and soon cleaned up and dressed for church. I am presenting the second unit of the Safe Sanctuary and wanted to be early to ensure that the three slides I had to do were ready. Air Volvo crossed Beaverton without issue or entanglements with Beaverton’s Finest. I arrived with the new church, Emmus, tearing down and our folks setting up. We are renting our building to a non-denominational church who are thrilled to get to use a church building on Sundays.

I wore a green sweater vest over a greyish dress shirt with a pride tie, my usual cotton blue pants, and black leather shoes. I sport a pronoun pin now: He/Him. A suit seemed too much for today, and I included my brown soft wool hat (very Indiana Jones). I had three pages of notes to read in 16 Arial font, which I found easiest to read while speaking. I had printed copies of the questions from the UM Oregon/Idaho Conference website (12-13 copies into my notes) and pictures of the slides, just in case I had to read them.

I was more nervous than usual. Later, I remembered that I had not spoken in a microphone for any presentation in more than five years! Susie’s, my, and the pandemic ended my speaking enhancements. Also, this is not my usual material (preaching or computer stuff), which made it more nerve-racking.

The choir was significantly reduced by illness, and attendance was light this Sunday. September still hosts many events in the Greater Portland Area, such as Octoberfest. The hymns were effortless, and the choir sang from the hymnal, but it was well done. Michael (not me) gave the sermon today on Leviticus 25. Those parts of the Law cover God’s instructions for expanding the Sabbath to the Jubilee years. Michael argued that this idea to reset land ownership and debts and recall families together every 49th year was God celebrating creation with humankind, and the temple was its manifestation. God wanted us to understand that life was not about producing food, goods, and capital but about living (and celebrating) together with God–the world becomes the temple. God even promised that the production of the years before Jubilee years would be enough to carry everyone to the following years of production. The reset and the freedom meant that even the poor would be well cared for during these celebratory years. And with the life expectancy of the times, only one, if that many, of the 49th Jubilee year would be witnessed. It would be new every time. Michael’s point was that God is about celebrating and enjoying the creation, not production.

My presentation followed, and it was short. Michael also read the same Bible verse I selected in his sermon, but I still read it because it matched the subject, Luke 4. I was nervous but smiled and got a few laughs as I worked through the material. I shared that I thought it was my 28th anniversary in Oregon and attending First United Methodist in Beaverton. The service was soon over, and I was drinking more coffee and slowly calmed down. Yes, out of practice doing this.

I left before the usual crowd broke up, and Air Volvo soon had me home without encountering real traffic on a Sunday morning. I removed the tie and leather shoes but kept the sweater, which is a little large for me (somehow, I seem to be getting smaller, but I still weigh 234 every time!). I take the taco meat from two nights ago and make a taco salad (forgetting to add chopped carrots and celery) for lunch. I have no taco chips, but I use old croutons. It is a good lunch, and I catch up on some YouTube channels. ShipHappens finally finished the bow deck replacement. The Discriminating Gamer reviews his top 10 WW2 board games, with Warroom getting the top spot (my copy is gaining dust as it is hard to find six people to play a 6-10 hours simulation of WW2).

I rest most of the day and feel guilty because I don’t walk or do much. I am tired and feeling lazy after a week of 12,000+ step days and so many new experiences and people. It’s time for a book, The Long Way Home: A Chief Inspector Gamache Novel (A Chief Inspector Gamache Mystery Book 10) by Louise Penny, and to decompress. When I saw the clock read 4:40, I boarded Air Volvo and soon arrived early at Matt’s for the Sunday Dungeons and Dragons game. Matt made burgers, and soon everyone arrived; we had four players (including me) and Matt as DM and play 5E with just a few updates from the new version D&D 2024 (not called 5.50E, but D&D 2024). 

We return to our places before. We are in a premade material about the evil Venca once again trying to take control of the multi-verse and twist it to his dark, undead will. We are here to prevent that. Returning to the game, we fight a giant undead at the start of the play, and Matt does not disappoint with his vast supply of figures, color maps, and 3-D terrain. D&D has its own version of horror known as the dread realms, and we are stuck in what is, effect, a black-and-white Dracula movie. We endure various set pieces and traps with entertaining solutions (entertaining our vampire host). I am holding back the same spell I used last time. Our host, played by Matt, getting to rework a famous 007 villain line, when asked if we could do a service for you instead of fighting, says, in an accent and with a fancy shirt on, “I expect you to die, as my service.” The vampire finally gets into a battle with us and starts, as a single target, to be injured and uses up his superpowers, and then I use the spell, which is based on current hit points that make him, even in bat form, easy to take. We defeat our host (we did not destroy him as that requires a quest) and escape the dread realms.

We find the next part of our quest. Our quest is to recover seven related artifacts hidden and lost throughout time and space (rather Doctor Who) and then use them to derail Venca’s terrible plot (please be warned that we don’t always succeed, having failed twice to stop an evil plot). We find a dying giant tree and start negotiating with the locals. We will begin there on two Sundays. 

Scott and I chatted outside about politics and some gaming stuff after the game. Air Volvo got me to the Volvo Cave without issue or loss of paint. I soon read, fell asleep mid-word after showering, and dressed for bed into my PJs. I woke at 4ish with the house still at 71F and me in covers sweating. Hmmm. I adjusted the temperatures and hope to get back to cold for the orchids, but I, like the orchids, prefer a cold night. 

And then I slept. Thanks for reading!

I rose early again, having had a decent night’s sleep around 7. The house was cold, but I finally turned on the heat later, as the night was cool. The clouds were gone, and later, the sun would be the bleaching California light we get in Oregon in the late summer. I was joining friends at Taqueria Corona in Forest Grove in the late afternoon to see a friend’s band, Tequila Daydream, play a set.

Continuing the narrative, I found my usual coffee maker, a French press, and made liberal coffee from Equal Exchange. I was looking for a leisurely breakfast, so I had yogurt and a banana. I consumed breakfast while writing the blog for a few hours. Thursday, the day described, was not a busy day, and the blog was easy to finish in a few hours.

I was tired, and my back hurt. I decided to make it another quiet day (which, dear reader, will not make this an exciting blog; sorry!), and I had to prepare for a presentation at church on Sunday. I spent the next couple of hours writing out a plan for a short (about five-minute) presentation about Safe Sanctuary policies (abuse prevention) that has to be presented annually at a United Methodist Church. I wrote a Word document to read from and refer to as I do this on Sunday from the pulpit.

I print all that out and put it in Air Volvo. This way, I won’t forget my notes and will not have to do it from memory! I have to do two Sundays.

I have some catching up on mailings. I send a card like I do monthly to Susie’s facility owner. I used to mail the payment check in a fun card. I have kept the habit of mailing a card. They are good people and made Susie’s last year safe and full of love. I sent a card and a Crop Walk payment of $20 to Grace United Methodist Church in Lansing, Michigan. This is Leta’s (Susie’s mother) and Susie’s Michigan church, where Susie and I were married. Leta is rocking to support Crop Walk, a grassroots organization created in the 1940s to fight hunger in the USA.

Next, one of my Kickstarters is finishing, and I have to supply some updates. It is a graphic novel based on the short-lived TV show Kolchak: The Night Stalker. The show is available on Apple TV, and I spent just under $20 for the first season. Leaning on the hard-boiled reporter tired for Kolchak, the show is set in Chicago of the current, but long ago in 1974. Crime and corruption are themes with The Loop having a massage parlor. Indeed, nothing I found when I was there last week; The Loop is now high-end shops, food, theater, and museums. I am surprised by the music and how well done the show is. The tension is created by darkness, obviously done by filtering and shot during the day (like other TV shows from the same period, i.e., Wild Wild West) and gothic-like music with a bit of electronica. The music, I thought, was over-the-top but fun. While not scared, this is 1970s TV, I was a bit nervous. All the violence was shown in shadows or hinted at, and no blood. But the massage parlor gals were scantily clad and included folks of various races. Again, this reminds me of Star Trek and other shows from the 1960-70s. The first episode was a weak Ripper story.

I look forward to seeing how the show changes as the actors adjust to the material.

Lunch was chili I made a few weeks ago and froze. I put the bag from the freezer in a large glass measuring cup and took three tries to get it to be hot. I had that for lunch with a spoonful of sour cream. It was still good.

I read for a while because I was still tired. I dressed in a T-shirt under a floppy sweater and opened all the doors to raise the house above 64F, but all that did was raise me to 65F (18C). As I said above, I finally turned on the heat.

Dondrea, with Z, picks me up, and we take her vehicle to Forest Grove. We soon arrived, as the traffic was light. I buy the first round: a virgin Piña Colada for Z and a spicy margarita for Dondrea. Dondrea buys dinner. The rest of the church crowd soon shows up. The music soon starts, and the set mixes oldies and some newish alternate rock. The band and singers are excellent, and Andrew plays the banjo and some of his stuff. It was excellent.

The band finishes around 8, and we leave about 8:30 after hanging out with the band for a while. Dondrea drops me off, and soon, I will return to reading. Soon, I am in my pajamas, still reading about murder and crime in French Canada, and nod off in mid-sentence. I wake and, after a couple of rolls and overs, sleep until my alarm wakes me for Sunday.

Thanks for reading.

Friday morning, I rise before 8. I am sleeping well at the house but resisting heating it as we head into fall mornings with temperatures in the mid-50s (13C) at sunrise. I hate to waste money and also generate carbon. The orchids enjoy the 66F (19C) at night. I found the French Press, coffee (liberal), and the electric kettle in the kitchen and assembled breakfast. I added a banana and a small yogurt.

I spent the sunny morning trying to recall Thursday and write its story. It is not always easy to remember the previous day in enough detail to write the story, so I spent a few minutes formulating a framework for the day. I applied boilerplates that have been successful in thousands of blog entries. While creating a plan in my mind, I also read some emails, reviewed the news (mostly political), and updated Quicken with the transactions for the last few days. I correct or accept the categorization of the transactions. All my credit cards and bank accounts daily download to Quicken. I am relieved that US Bank transactions are direct debits from utilities and other expenses. My miles-earning Alaska Airlines card is now the card I use. AMEX is also just a few items now. Better.

I noticed that my 40-pants fit better. I am not walking that much these days back from Chicago, but every day in the Windy City was 10K+ steps. Despite the deep-dish pizza and Chicago dogs, I may have lost more weight. This is my plan; I would rather spend the money not on trainers and gyms but on flights and hotels and get my steps in there. It is good for my mind and body. I keep not having high-calorie meals while I travel, as the meals often disappoint. A good pizza, never that expensive, was always better.

I wrote for a few hours, finished, and posted the update to the blog. Next, I found the mail had been delivered. I held the mail and then asked for a delivery of all the accumulated mail. The mail included a Kickstarter and a book I had made in India.

The book is a leather-bound reprint from a scan of the original book. I searched the Internet for used old travel books from the period I was interested in, in this case, London in the 1880s-90s. Libraries and people generally throw away old, dated material like travel books. The books are a treasure trove of details now lost and forgotten. My collection of 1925 Egyptian travel guides provides a clear view of the expected experience of a visit nearly a century ago.

For example, if I was playing a version of a role-playing game set in 1880s London and my players were trying to smuggle, as they would, firearms into England, what is the procedure for clearing their luggage? Charles A. Gillig’s Guide to London and Important Suburban Districts: Specially Compiled for the Use of American Travellers, 1887, covers this process and the exchange rates and coinage. Unknown to me, the landing for Americans would be in Liverpool, not London, and one can arrange for one’s bags to be checked by the train to London. Prices of First, Second, and Third class are provided, and Third class is recommended for the thrifty traveler. This should help me with my Sherlock Holmes stories, so I acquired a copy of the book. It took two months to arrive.

A small Kickstarter Dungeons and Dragons 5E adventure book was also fulfilled. I wanted to see how the authors arranged the material and created a challenge for powerful adventurers. I was less impressed, I am afraid. Best to say nothing more.

I am still tired and stiff, and I have decided that there is no reason to return to walking today. I was also not cooking today, so I went to BJ’s Brewhouse via Air Volvo for a beer and lunch. I sit at the bar, which disappoints Mel and Eric, my usual waiters, who have tables today. Rachel is at the bar and finds me, with some difficulty, a lunch menu. I order the Italian-style lunch and a beer. The food was excellent.

Mel will be my waiter if I decide to hold a wake for Susie with drinks and appetizers on Sunday, 13 October, the anniversary of her passing. I have only to call BJ’s and get a few tables set in the bar area. I am thinking about it.

Corwin appears at the house after I return and rest briefly after a heavy lunch and beer. We talk about history, and Corwin collects his mail, some of which still appears here. He heads out, and I finish chores at the house, like putting away the laundry from yesterday.

I put on my black suit for “Dracula: A Comedy of Terrors” at Theatre in the Grove in Forest Grove at 7:30. I added a blood-red vest and a tie with shields hung in a tree. The usual pocket watch and black leather shoes. I want to look the part. My Homburg hat finishes the look.

(Sun!)

Dondrea and Z appear, and we board Air Volvo for the rest of the trip to Forest Grove. I supply trinkets from my Chicago trip. Z gets a 007 Science T-shirt from the Museum of Industrial Arts. Dondrea, a bookworm, gets an O’Keeffe book on the artist’s NYC paintings (which Dondrea and I both like better than the flowers and desert images that follow the NYC works). I also provide Dondrea with a book of James Bond sayings. Lastly, I found two sets of post earrings that Susie never wore (still in the original containers) that are more Victorian. I gave them to Dondrea and Z, who used the new earrings to update their look.

We stopped at The Grand Lodge and had dinner at the Iron Grill. It seemed to be the most spookish place for food in the area. Z had a strange concoction of Poke Nachos over cajan tater tots (no chips). Dondrea and I shared two appetizers, a flatbread, and a hummus platter. We also had even more cajan tater tots to share.

We reboarded Air Volvo and managed to park near the theater, but we soon had two blood bags (cranberry juice: B type) and our seats. Folks loved my look for the play. The play had only five actors, a stage, lights, and sound people. Dracula only played one part. The others did three or more. We saw some rapid changes; overall, it was well done, funny, and risque. We will return in March 2025 for “Arsenic and Old Lace.”

I have seen Dracula and know the play and the book well. They started by literally throwing the book away, and I noticed all the changes (the ship that wrecks is Demeter in the book, but they called the Stoker after the author–a fun change). Only a few lines of the original were kept (“enter of your own free will,” I heard), and the staging was sparse. Van Helsing was now German and a woman. They gleefully raided material from Monte Python, the Marx Brothers, Dick Van Dyke, Mel Brooks, and Saturday Night Live. Running jokes and set pieces worked, and even people were props. If I were to pick a few words, I would say Fearless Acting and Funny.

Still laughing, we (called by friends the DMZ when together) found Air Volvo and were soon at The Volvo Cave. Dondrea and Z headed home in their car. Next, I disassembled my outfit, requiring care not to lose or wrinkle things. I was tired, and it was not late on a Friday (jet lag). I showered and soon was in my PJs, reading and next sleeping. I slept through the night.

Thanks for reading!

I never changed time zones, so my sleep returned to normal Oregon, and I rose before 8. The house is cold as I return to no AC and is too-f**king-soon-to-use-furnace temperatures. I can suck it up, saving money and not producing carbon in my natural gas-fired, reasonably efficient furnace for another week. Cold and liberally happy with my choices, I make liberal coffee and steel-cut oats (which I don’t burn this time). I add a packet of nuts, raisins, cranberries, and some brown sugar to the oats. So good! The last banana (black and will soon rise as an undead fruit) is not consumed and sent to the trash. Yikes! A safe apple sauce (no sugar or anything but applies and ascorbic acid) fills in for my morning fruit.

I started the laundry, which would be ongoing all day using The Machine (a combination washer and dryer that uses no vent and a regular power plug). My water and power bills have been reduced since The Machine took over. Yes, it has AI, talks to me via an app, and quarterly software updates. It plays the famous notes of Beethoven’s 9th when the laundry is done. Corny, I know, but what the f**K, for the price, it should give me a back rub too.

I wrote the blog and texted often. It finished around 11 with a long story of Chicago and flying back. I dressed and soon headed out in Air Volvo. Chores. I stopped at the dry cleaners and took my now wrinkled suit to be restored to its previous elegance. Next, I stopped at the 185th and TV Highway fruit and veggie stand. I got lettuce for the tacos I planned to make. I picked a few more items for various meals (but realized I am busy every evening until Monday–social butterfly-ing). I had to park inside the area as the place was busy, and folks were waiting for me to move Air Volvo. Oops. I took a less direct route to the car wash, where I pay for daily car washes all month (if I want). The birds at PDX had located Air Volvo; ick!

With the Air Volvo clean and loaded with veggies and fruit (including 1/2 price fading bananas), I arrive at The Volvo Cave. The white neighbor’s cat apparently missed me and blocked me momentarily before deciding to walk away and let me use the driveway and street. I unloaded and stored the treasurers. I discovered my crisper draw in the frig was now an experimental lab. I disposed of the test subjects, many showing lycanthrope symptoms (furry); sad that I had not checked before, and some are not replaced.

My legs hurt, I am tired, and I am coughing. This is a day of rest for me. Like most Americans, this does not mean reading religious texts and contemplating the infinite compared to our short moral lives, but instead catching up on my favorite shows on cable. I completed the Murder in the Building episodes I have missed. This is a fun show, and this season is going well. Lord of the Rings: Rings of Power is a disaster of non-conical but exciting stories. I catch up and find all my favorite characters are suffering, and things are going poorly, which fits LOTR even with the sideways-going stories. While I find it strange to have only a vague idea of what is happening in a LOTR setting, it makes the story more interesting. Be warned, Rings of Power is strange, but it is still fun to enjoy Tolkien-like stories and the impressive special effects.

I make tacos to go with this. I use Trader Joe’s taco spice, and the meat is more of a hot chili now. I added a can of fire-roasted tomatoes and fire-roasted corn. I roast the taco shells with the cheese in them to melt them. I eat too many, stuffing them with lettuce before the meat so it stays inside. While I already miss the Chicago pizza and dogs, making a taco of my own is good. Next time, 1/2 the spices!

I am tired, meaning I get in my PJs after a shower. I try to read. It is too early. I rise and off to my laptop and Expedia. Four or more tries to get a week in New Orleans (NOLA) in October. Nothing is working as trying to make a week work. Finally, I accept $2300 for a trip for a week to a new hotel with a room with a balcony. I then add three cooking classes (two hands-on) and will likely plan more items I missed last time, like the river trip. And looking for vampires again. Plus, the excellent used book store. Yes, much to do.

With dreams of NOLA, I return to bed, close my eyes after reading a few pages of more murder mysteries set in French Canada, and dream words not in the story again. Yes, I dream-read. I close the Kindle and sleep all night.

Thank you for reading!