Author: alohawild

I did not raise per say. I just headed out after writing the blog. I thought the tram was subway line F; I learned later it was just the tram. This explains why I could not find a Q line and a station associated with the tram. It is the Roosevelt Tram station, not a subway connection, so it is clear now.

Like the other tourists, I recorded the tram ride over the river and into Manhattan. It was packed, but I managed a good view. I then became frustrated because I could not find the stations for F and Q. Something was wrong, but I learned later with Cat and Michelle that there was a subway entrance a few blocked before the tram. I found the Lex station and connected it with my memories of the subway from a few years ago.

I decided to try to reach Lincoln Center and see the Met Opera store. This meant remembering how to connect the three different lines. I used my Subway app for NYC and only got lost once on the way back. I was still on the 1 lines instead of the Q N R W lines. I took an N train to Times Square and switched to the 1 train to Uptown. That got me to 66 Street, which is Lincoln Center.

I was happy to be at the Met and called Leta to share it with her. She was excited for us to see Opera Turandot on Saturday. I tried to contact others, but nobody picked up. I did visit the store and asked if the barcodes were tickets or if I had to switch them for paper tickets—no, those will work. I was tempted by a poster for Turandot, but I decided it would likely get damaged on the trip home.

Michelle was reaching the hotel in a few hours, so I returned. Getting to the right platforms at the transfer stations took a while. I missed the Q train, which might have taken me to the F train (not the tram), and I would have figured this all out on my own, but no, I managed to do all the letters today, with R taking me back to LEX and 59th. From there, I walked to the tram and took a full tram back.

I was back at the hotel, and my room was ready. The room is on the 17th floor and has a lovely view of NYC. I unpacked, ordered my stuff, charged things, and then hopped in the shower to clean up. I wore clean clothing and rested for what I thought was a closing of my eyes.

I was relaxed and floating in a deep sleep from traveling and walking 7,000 steps today. Michelle called and offered to let me sleep, but I said I wanted to head out again. We met, and Michelle introduced me to F here on Roosevelt Island. Lightbulb! We took the elusive Q line and found Union Square in Manhattan. There, we enjoyed the music and the friendly new-age crowd and then headed to The Strand, a new and used bookstore. A smaller, more focused version of our Powell’s in Portland. The staff was also everywhere and helpful. I got Z a t-shirt, and I found a Strand discounted Cthulhu storybook. I recognized some of the authors of the stories. I also got Michelle a mystery book; it was wrapped as a surprise. It turned out to be Snow Crash, an excellent SciFi book.

Michelle and I found a bench and rested. I had walked over 10,000 steps now, and my feet were unhappy. We headed to Carl Brenner for a coffee. Cat joined us, and soon, we ordered dinner. I also had the white chocolate Chai that came in a special strainer cup that you poured from. It was excellent. I had the mac and cheese, and they had the pizza. All was good.

Cat led us back to Roosevelt Island. F and Q were on the same lines now. Ugh! Glad Cat understood these mysteries.

We headed back, but I started to feel my colon suddenly full. Oops. I tried to remember to empty it at 10 a.m. It needed some quiet time with me. I begged off from Michelle and Cat and headed back to the hotel. I made it in time and had two goes until things were safe. The champaign and cork experience again. I think it was the travel. Something to remember.

I collected my laptop and headed to the rooftop bar. After a bit, I was given a chair at the bar. I had a beer and olives. There, I wrote this blog listening to loud music and seeing people drinking expensive drinks and food to enjoy a view of Manhattan on the 18th floor. The windows show all of the city. It is an impressive view.

Thanks for reading.

 

Wednesday started with me rising to face a complex, endless day. I was flying to NYC all night. I managed to sleep well, but I got up late when I remembered to put a tie in my bag. Done. I found my slippers and robe and slid into the home office, meaning to only be there for a moment, but somehow, twenty minutes disappeared. I returned to the kitchen, found a banana, and got the hot water in the electric kettle. I dream of a hot water dispenser, but the power to the kitchen sink area is not ready. It needs attention from an electrician before something cool like that can be installed. Someday!

Coffee, liberal Equal Exchange, was made but not really in time to drink. I gave myself only thirty minutes in the morning, and it was 7AM and time to clean up and dress with only a few sips of coffee. Ugh! I shaved slowly with the cheap disposable razor. My good ones have broken again, and I do not plan to replace the Dollar Shave Club razor again; it broke before. I replaced it as I had more than two month’s supply of blades. This time, I only have a few left. I completed the clean-up and dressing process, grabbed my Nike laptop, and headed for the office. We work in the office four days a week (not Fridays). Air Volvo had no problem with the traffic, which was less on Wednesday morning.

I did my usual meetings, enjoying the status, process, and change control meetings. It is always strange to come to the office to do Zoom calls for folks in the building, but that is what we do. I sit in the atrium and do the calls there. Because of hearing issues, I would rather avoid headphones, so I headed to a seat near the window, where the noise should not bother anyone.

After all that and a few chats with folks about work topics, I head to the cafe and have lunch. I cannot get beyond the pop-up option. This time, it is beef in gravy over mashed potatoes. It has macaroni salad, which raised my eyebrow. You should not double the starches. It was still good, and the grilled Brussels sprouts were excellent (and not under-salted). A tasty lunch, and I talked to some friends at the cafe for a bit. A wonderful lunch experience.

I headed home and finished my work day from the home office. Air Volvo had no issues getting me to Volvo Cave. I finished early, showered, shaved (with care), and then finished the few odds and ends for packing. I loaded my large old-school garment bag and my usual gym bag to travel into the cargo hold. The garment bag is heavy. I boarded an Air Volvo and enjoyed an hour of driving in sunny weather for what should have been a twenty-minute trip, but there was lots of traffic.

I found a long-term parking slot on the 4th floor for Air Volvo. I hauled the bags to the check-in and was relieved to send the wheel-less bag to fly independently. I made it through security without any call-outs, and my pants did not fall when I was in the scanning machine. I have been losing weight, and my pants keep trying to fall. I brought extra suspenders and may go old guy and use them.

I found the gate and then returned to the wine place for dinner. Missing Screen Door next to my gate. Next time! I had the pasta and a class of good Oregon wine. I had hours before my flight, and I wanted to have dinner there. Our PDX has good food and wine.

The first flight to Seattle was uneventful. I had nearly two hours to connect. All the food joints were closed, but I had bought water at PDX and brought coookies. I had some while I waited. To get to the gate, I had to ride three trains. I think I took one back in error, but I am unsure. I thought it would only take two. I blame the wine.

After we fixed the seats, a passenger was in the wrong seat, and she had to move to a different row; I was in my window seat, ready to sleep. I mixed up my seats from one plane to the next; everyone was understanding when we had to reshuffle.

I read my Kindle for a while and listened to music, too, but the plane was loud, and I just gave up. I took off my shoes and slept most of the flight. I don’t remember sleeping, but I blinked, and it was four hours later.

I tied the laces together on my Air Force Ones and walked off the plane in my socks (also Nike). I was the last passenger off, as I wanted to put on my coat, and sat in row 31. After putting on my shoes again, I walked to the baggage claim, using a chair to prevent testing my balance (damaged by the brain tumor). I found the family bathroom after finding my bag had already been pulled off the belt. The door did not close, but I was quick and now had my shirt tucked in again.

I decided on a taxi as it was cheaper than an Uber, and I had no idea where to find the Uber. I found dragging my bags was not working for me. My driver charged me about $75, which was in line with Uber, plus a tip. The trip took about an hour, and I was concerned as the driver headed north. We got to see La Guardia airport (that is not the usual way to get to Roosevelt Island, NYC), but then the traffic lightened, and we drove through Queens fast. After an hour, I was dropped off and happy to give him the 20% tip.

To finish the story of my travel, The Graduate, a cool-themed hotel, is also the only hotel on the island. For $94, I could have my room now, or I could put my stuff in the storage area and wait until 2PM. I opted for the cheaper solution, especially after they said the restaurant was open.

Sandy, my waiter, recommended the lox and everything bagel. It was excellent. The coffee was homemade and plentiful. There, I refreshed myself, enjoyed an excellent breakfast, and caught up on my finances and other not-important-but-good-to-do tasks.

I moved to the lobby and started the blog. And I am now synced up to now.

Thanks for reading! I will fly back on Sunday night.

 

Working backward, I am eating a cookie and writing the blog at about 8 p.m. I spent the early evening scanning photos of Susie. I did a few more kiddie photos I missed yesterday and then scanned in some wedding photographs. Fewer tears and the wedding brings back smiles and good memories. I will be traveling tomorrow and pick this up next week.

Susie dancing with her dad at her wedding in 1990.

I talked to the church folks, and the preparations for Susie’s Concert are moving well. Food plans seems to be settling.

I came home early and rested and slept. The coughing wouldn’t stop and got terrible in the afternoon. I took a cough suppressant and took a nap, which helped. I woke in time for the 5:45 p.m. PDT stand-up meeting, which was done on Zoom and overlapped India’s morning (6:15 IST).

I looked up the JFK Airport to Roosevelt Island transit, and it is more than an hour’s trip on the subway and requires a shuttle to connect to the train to the island. I will have two pieces of luggage and a bag. This is another adventure, and I always wanted to take the subway from JFK to avoid the crazy NJ traffic and $200 travel costs. My AMEX is set up in my Apple Wallet to pay for the subway. Exciting. I love NYC.

I made a roast beef sandwich with two slices of cheddar cheese for dinner. I painted the bread with Thousand Island salad dressing and spooned coleslaw over the dressing. It was so good! I bought the $15-a-pound thin-sliced beef for this. I must get some corned beef from Elephant’s next week. I love a good sandwich, and it does not blow my calories like pasta.

I did a few more meetings, going further back, and before that, I had lunch alone at the Nike cafe. I again selected the pop-up, which was a rice and chicken item—not a curry this time. It was still good, and I ate all of it. As I watch my calories, I am pretty hungry when lunch comes at 11:30, but I need to eat slowly; otherwise, I will still be hungry when I finish these rice bowl items. I read NY Times items on my phone while eating.

I canceled my Sunday NY Times print subscription. They were mailing it to me, and I would get it on Monday. I then opted for an all-digital subscription. I did this during a break between meetings.

Before this, we had the introductions for the new boss, Erika. I work for Rajani now. We had an excellent meeting, and Rajani introduced everyone. Erika has known me for years but has heard what I am about nowadays. It was the first pleasant re-org meeting as we started to find the flying formation, what we call it.

The day started with me rising at 6:30 with my alarm still waking me. I am still not ready for the time change. It is hard to get started, but I get to the office and read emails and Slack updates. I later make coffee and retrieve a banana. I run out of time before I run out of coffee. I need to make the liberal coffee first in my French Press. I ended up putting most of the coffee in an insulated cup. I pour the remaining hot water into the insulated cup and put the cover on it when I make the coffee. I then dump out the still-hot water and fill the still-hot cup with the remaining coffee. The coffee is scalding when you do that and I drink it on the way and at work.

The crows covered Air Volvo again with art, but it was misting, so it just wiped off. I drove slow but light traffic to Nike’s Swift building on WHQ.

I looked at electric cars to replace Air Volvo. Car and Driver says that the Korean-made ones are the best. I did look at a BMW for $111,000, but no, I could buy two Korean ones for that. I want something self-driving that I can travel in. Nothing has gotten my attention enough to do more than look at build-yours websites.

Thanks for reading. I am packing and just checked in to my flight. I am going cheap this time to see if I can do it. I also noticed that First Class on a red-eye flight had few services on my last trip. It seems like a terrible waste, so I will try cheap and spend the money on more interesting things in NYC. I will be staying at The Graduate Hotel on Roosevelt Island.

 

 

 

What could be worse than a time change weekend? A f**king Monday after. Especially if you have a grey Pacific Northwest, damp Monday, and thus no light to help you wake up. There is just not enough coffee for this. I woke before the alarm, somehow an hour before, and had trouble sleeping again. I rose just before 6:30, found the home office, and checked the emails and news. I also popped into the kitchen and made liberal coffee, the Equal Exchange brand packed in their warehouse in Portland (of course), and had a banana. The morning passed quickly, and soon, I was cleaning up, dressed, and ready to board Air Volvo, which seemed like the night.

Traffic was light but slow; everyone was. I reached the office, and the parking lot was empty. Folks were running late. I started the day with the first meeting. Folks were listening in their cars, driving in. I drink all the liberal coffee and get more free coffee, and then I have to make more. Folks are drowning this morning in the dark waters of caffeine. If this was Dune, coffee and tea are spice. It must flow!

I received an invitation to a meeting tomorrow for our new boss, Erika. I believe I work now for Rajani as part of the Master Data (and whatever else they need me to do) team.

The coughing was back but not as bad. It just sneaks in. I found that my emergency inhaler is helping. I need to keep the airways open, and I am getting better.

Lunch was curry chicken on coconut rice at the Nike cafe, which was excellent and prepared by the pop-up chefs. I like to pick one station and see what they serve. It is always good if it is a bit under-salted (perfect!), and the pop-up has you pay while waiting—great!

I did a few more status updates and process meetings. I had a snack because I had a headache (you try not to think of a brain tumor when it is likely sinus issues) and some mint tea. At 3:15ish, I returned home feeling exhausted, my lungs raw, and my chest tired of coughing. Air Volvo got me there without issue.

I saw the mailman and apologized that the mailbox was loose and slanting. The Amazon guys have trouble turning around their trucks and have hit the box multiple times. It is plastic and is not cemented in. It just pushes over. The mailman said it was OK and smiled.

I rested at 3:30ish and woke again at 5ish. Yes, I was exhausted. I felt better.

Bharathi stopped with some excellent Butter Chicken that was my dinner. We will try to meet for lunch at Nike. It was perfect, and I shared a taste with Corwin, who loved it, too. Bharathi helped with India Night and knows I love Indian-style food. It was perfect.

I spent the evening scanning photos for Susie’s Concert. Seeing them without Susie asking about the moment, smiling, and looking at them with me is hard. I found these kiddie shots of Susie in the closet. Susie’s mom sent them to her a few years ago. Tears. Corwin saw them, and his eyes were wet, too. We missed her tonight.

I started on the blog. The cough came back as I tired.

Thanks for reading.

Sunday started with me rising from the ashes of standard time and rising like a phoenix into daylight saving time! F**k that did not happen. My alarm went off at 7AM, and I could not understand why the universe decided I needed to be punished. I located my slippers and waited, but they did not put themselves on, nor did the universe end with some glorious Jesus returning to save us from daylight saving time. No messiah today to stop this madness! Until November 3, we will get to enjoy this strange new time. Maybe we can get an apocalypse by then. Unfortunately, the closest thing we have is four candidates running for President and Vice President to the Four Horsemen. And the election is AFTER the time change. So be ready, dear readers, to do this again. Nothing is coming to save us from it.

Seeing that I was alive, I quickly sat at my Apple and wrote the blog. I discovered the furnace/AC clock was an hour the wrong way, and I corrected that. What it is connecting to is a mystery to me. It is not Internet-based. I made toast and low-sugar jam for breakfast with the liberal coffee I made in the French Press. I wrote for ninety minutes.

I dressed in my gray suit, black shoes, gold vest, and pride tie. A flash of color for a gray day in Oregon. The golden chain for the vest pocket watch finished the look. This means suspenders under the vest and not a belt for this look.

It was just misting when I boarded Air Volvo for Beaverton’s First United Methodist Church. Dondrea was preaching again; Pastor Ken was still in Asia. The choir anthem was an old piece by John Stainer. Mr. Stainer was an Anglican in the late 1800s and early 1900s who wrote many pieces, most not played now, but he does slide in on some Methodist service even today. Today was God So Loved the World, which he published in 1887 and is part of a more extensive work, The Crucifixion, one of John Stainer’s works still performed to this day–I have heard it a few times.

Dondrea gave the sermon on the last part of Acts. The story is that Paul is surprised to find the Romans and the local Jews willing to listen to him. Dondrea points out that the folks who lived in Rome had to deal with many different views and often explain or even justify their faith. The locals were not threatened by new ideas and embraced them. We need to listen, even to people we don’t agree with, to build a better community. We cannot live in a comfortable echo chamber, a prison of our own, and thrive. We must be more than that. Also, we know what is right and should just do that.

After church, I should go home and do some scanning, but I was tired already, and Rev. Anne Weld-Martin invited me to lunch at Copper River. I accepted and met them there after I crossed Beaverton caught in church traffic. I forgot about some of the Sunday church traffic and was stuck for a while, but I finally reached the place, and Rev. Anne and Rev.Dr. Wayne was soon there. Paella was on the special with sausage, shrimp, muscles, and salmon. Just excellent and slightly under-salted (perfect!). We chatted about church, music, Susie’s Concert, and travels. Wayne had the lobster fettuccini from the regular menu and loved it.

After dinner, I helped with the logistics of getting Wayne in the car and headed home in Air Volvo. It was now raining, and the drops were cold and threatening to be sleet. I returned home. The water around the house was high again, and the drains were more pools than drains—something I need to invest in. I went inside and carefully changed out of my slightly damp suit and back into regular pants with a belt. I rested and read but knew I needed to grocery shop today as I was traveling on Wednesday night. I have two more nights left in Oregon this week.

Aws was checking. He is an Iraqi who has lived in Beaverton for over ten years and is a friend. I was thinking about him as Ramadan starts soon. I always wish him well, and we talk about the challenges of being observant, or at least partially observant, in Beaverton. It isn’t easy. He was happy to see me as I was shopping.

I had made a list and forgot to put shaving needs on the list (ugh, but I can shop in NYC if I don’t cover that before the trip). As usual, I added a few more items as I shopped. I filled the cart, and after $247, it was enough. Aws checked me out, looked at my pile, and I told him my nephew (that is what I call Corwin) was living with me. He thought it was good that I should not be alone (he learned of Susie’s passing). Looking at all the groceries, we laughed as we knew I would likely have had a bag of items just for me. Aws is working two jobs, 17-hour days, and cannot be observant this year. “Living the dream,” he said. He also said he had saved enough to travel to Europe soon. Excellent.

We fist bumped (COVID-19 replacement for handshakes), and I left thinking good thoughts for Aws and all the world Muslims: Good Ramadan to you all.

Corwin is better and received the bounty I supplied and put it away for me. Now I had a headache; I was cold and wet. I rested, read, and found peace in Songs About Jane by Maroon 5 and then Supernatural by Santana, played on our Amazon Echo. I gently napped, and the coughing and discomfort left me. The music made me smile. I read more about the Dark Tower adventure, reaching some of the more out-of-proportion items (an ancient dragon that does not fit nicely) from the original. There were suggestions on how to deal with this rule break (according to the D&D 5E math, a group of adventures would be entirely destroyed by this creature and, therefore, should not be used in an adventure as an encounter–it is against the rules). I am not sure what I will do if I play this adventure.

I had a can of tuna for dinner—nothing fancy—but that did not stop the headache. I then made a cup of tea, which worked and also helped the cold symptoms. With the pain behind my eyes fading, I started on the blog.

The day seems to have disappeared, and it is almost 9PM.

Thanks for reading.

One of the places I plan to visit again in NYC: