Author: alohawild

I spent much of Thursday driving back and forth. I crossed Beaverton at least four times. But I drive an EV, meaning I did not add to local smog (most of the power is now renewable, with natural gas backing any missed generation here, and I pay extra for renewable-only power), and I did not spend much on the trip (I charge the car at the house), unlike a gas vehicle.

Starting from the beginning, I did rise earlier today, around 7, but I woke at 4, 5, and 6 and watched the room brighten, but resisted starting Thursday early. I made coffee and found a banana and a strange, whipped, and airy yogurt. I then wrote the blog all morning. My Thursday lunch was put off (and then put off until 20 August), and I heard from Emma and friends that they were off to Portland to see friends. We would reconnect on Friday for breakfast.

I received updates on a trip I am helping to plan and execute to Brazil for the church in November. I will be in Brazil for Thanksgiving week. The folks in Brazil got back to me, as did AAA, and I am trying to get my head around the trip, what we need to do to get nine people there for about a week, and back again. Avoiding a tour of the lesser airports of South America and other airline challenges.

With that read and still thinking, lunch was next, and I headed to Pastini at the Cedar Mills Crossing strip mall, making my first crossing of Beaverton. I had my usual pasta with iced tea, since I did not need a nap or a headache today, and their price for a glass of wine can be the retail price of a bottle. My server was excellent, and while Pastini is a change, this one seems to serve an excellent version of carbonara.

(Yes, magic & Pasta)

I stopped at Powell’s Books and picked up a small pencil-and-paper solo game to adventure with. These types of games are something I have enjoyed (I have a Cold War one and others). This one would be a gift.

Next, getting a cookie at Panera Bread across the parking lot, I was happy to write for the Call of Cthulhu tabletop role-playing game (CoC TTRPG). I ate my cookie and wrote at one of their tables. I updated my 4-page document on how I play and created a new version. I find it helpful to have an explanation of what I plan to bring to a game, to state some exceptions and processes (in this case, how to create investigators), and to ensure that the dice used are easy to read. I cleaned up the wording, updated it to my current thinking on playing CoC, and added drawing Tarot cards to the game process. I created a flyer and picked Tuesday nights as the times I should be available to play.

Returning home, I printed off the material and flyer, made copies of the covers of the New Orleans 1920s CoC adventures I plan to use, added a biz card, and paperclipped it all together. Made various corrections (there always seems to be one last thing to fix) and reprinting. Finally, I drove north of Beaverton to Rune & Board and gave the owner the packet; he is intrigued. He will get back to me. Fingers crossed.

Back to the house (a smaller circle of driving), and then at 6ish I head back to the Cedar Mills Crossing to visit McMenamins Cedar Hills for Theology Pub. They have a room for us, but there’s no air circulation, and it is hot today. It will not be improved by 10-14 people. Instead, being outside under a shading umbrella (though it falls on us when the wind catches it, and the sun’s movement makes this less effective) is a better option than inside. Our server is Ulysses (“Like in President Grant,” he tells us), and he keeps the food, booze, and non-alcoholic beverages flowing. He also acquires more umbrellas for us. He gets high praise for his service.

The topic is hospitality and later grief. Hospitality as it applies to visitors and our renters at church, and how we are to serve and interact. We discuss that some folks are finding the changes unpleasant and reacting with anger. It is suggested that this may be a form of grief (and grief easily leads to anger). We agreed that listening and remembering that when hospitality fails, it could be grief. We also talked about getting a cleaning service back to the church, as some old-time members may be reacting to stains and other messes. We are now in the biz of renting, which means more expenses for building maintenance, including cleaning.

We close the meeting, and some of us are irresistibly drawn to nearby Salt & Straw for ice cream. I have a small cone. While the locally made product is not cheap, it is excellent. Recommended.

With the dessert done, I read a note from Emma about breakfast on Friday, exchanged “good night” texts with Deborah, and was done for the evening. I took Air VW the Gray again across Beaverton. My fourth cross and sixth direction change for the day. The EV was done to 67%, and I plugged in the charger (yes, the car will not drive when plugged in, and this does not happen: Naked Gun).

I read for a while, including some CoC rules. I head to bed early.

Thanks for reading.

I rose late again, to Deborah’s bemusement. I rose, reheated some coffee from yesterday, after I located the kitchen, and while it had not moved, it seemed further this morning. I soon focused on the usual morning tasks of updating Quicken, reading email (mostly deleting), and getting news updates. I use Semafor for some of that and the New York Times. I like the way the NYT writes its stories, and its copy editing is world-class. I find I think better and write better reading the NYT. I understand the Atlantic is also good, and I used to buy it and read it before.

My IRA balance is headed up after the various restarts of the USA-Iran-Israel war. I called US Bank, and they have cashed out of tech and moved more into bonds, expecting an interest rate cut, which will make existing bonds more valuable. I had noticed that the rubber-band-like balance of my IRA account had improved and was heading higher (the lows no longer reverse the highs).

I wrote the blog for much of the morning. Having a banana for breakfast and the rest of my sandwich, a Monte Cristo, for breakfast while I wrote. I also chatted wth Deborah throughout the morning. She finished the plans for our trip next week, and I collected hotel options for each. She checked them and agreed to most of them. I prefer IHG Express for the price and quality. As it is tourist season, I will have to pay a premium for some nights (I booked them all on Thursday morning).

I heard from my niece Emma that they were on their way to Oregon today (they missed the time zone change and arrived sooner than they expected). I talked to Dondrea and Z. She had a cold, and it would be best, with Emma inbound and me flying soon, to skip it and avoid the chance of catching their colds.

(A clear day on TV Highway)

Mariah surprised me by connecting to meet for an early dinner at 3:30, and Emma suggested 6. Two dinners for me! I headed, just to move around, to Powell’s in Air VW the Gray. I found a Brain Puzzle Dungeon book at the bookstore that you play with a pencil and a candy bar. Next door, at City Home, I found a “Beaverton” light that I got for Emma as a welcoming gift. With my purchases, I took the EV back home and grabbed the magnets, President Reagan, and the image of Emperor Vespasian from a reproduction coin from the Reagan Presidential Museum and the Getty Villa, respectively. I headed then to BJ’s Brewhouse and was there around 3:30 and soon Eric, my usual server in the bar area, appeared (he was just starting his day).

Eric and I both mused about the lovely day, the appearance of Mt Hood out of the clouds and now dominating our skies, and maybe we both should have picked something else besides a bar today. But, instead of planning an escape, I ordered an Old Fashioned, and soon Mariah joined me. We talked work (hers), finances, and possible travel dates to meet (Early Nov in Atlanta and possibly Mariah finding her way to NOLA for a weekend in September).

We parted with Mariah, deciding to wait out the traffic with another drink, and I headed to meet Emma, Greg, and Ashley. I found Emma’s apartment just off TV Highway, a short walk from MAX. The U-Haul trailer was nearly empty. My days of carrying things are gone, especially up steps (my balance is difficult after the brain surgery), and I watched and waited. It is a great one-bedroom apartment, not new, but updated with a nice balcony. A large living room, a galley kitchen, and a nice bathroom. No clothing machines, but mine are available to Emma. Parking spots are numbered, and I sinned by using one, then had to move my car. I then illegally parked in front of a trash bin because I knew it would not be emptied today, and I would be there for less than an hour.

Greg’s car developed a brake problem today, and he had an appointment with a nearby Firestone to have it corrected. Greg and Ashley start their return on Friday. I collected the Michigan people into the EV and, looking a bit worn, decided that Cedar Hills McMennans, and soon we had a table half in and half outside, enjoying various items. Nobody had a fail, McMennans has improved of late, and the drinks were good. We enjoyed the time together, and Greg got a bottle of gin to take home, the McMennans brand.

We did a short driving tour of the area. A bit of Nike WHQ (mostly closed for the night) and Beaverton. We covered a few places, and then I dropped them off. They will spend Thursday wandering the area by public transit, and we will likely have breakfast together on Friday.

I returned home, read more role-playing games material, and worked on some travel information for Brazil. Time slipped away, and soon I was to bed early. I woke with leg pain and seemed unsettled most of the night. Dreams, all forgotten, also filled the night.

Thanks for reading!

 

I rose after 7, near 8. Deborah sent a text concerned that I was ill or something. No, just enjoying the snuggling. Usually it is winter when I start to sleep in, but I do remember my first summer of retirement, and I often woke closer to 9 than 8. Part of the gift of being retired.

I am now less than a week from traveling to Michigan for 13 days: July 13-25. I have to pack!

But it is another morning, and I start it like most, finding the kitchen, which has not moved, and making coffee, liberal Fair Trade, and then returning to my office with a cup and starting the usual morning routine.

I always start with Quicken and check my balance at US Bank via their app on my phone (the IRA balance does not update). I find nothing suspicious, and it is far easier to invest a few minutes every day than to try to update and check everything once it accumulates. It also gives me a sense of control over my finances.

With the strangeness of the Iran-USA-Israel war and AI’s weird impact on Wall Street (which seems to be the same money traveling from one company to the next and not real profits), my IRA balance has run up again. It appears that the downs are now less than the ups, and it is creeping up.

I have moderate-to-aggressive index and Mutual Fund investments managed for a fee by U.S. Bank Wealth Management. Extremely low-cost securities, but a usual fee for active management. Many securities, when purchased by individuals, have much higher costs, but when purchased by an institution, have near-zero costs. Interesting, I did not understand that Wall Street punishes the individual or retail market with higher fees.

I am showing an 8% YTD return, but that is after withdrawals. That is as good as I could hope for. I have a sustained positive balance after living expenses so far. Also, Social Security payments have started, and I was surprised how much easier it is now that I have income. The obvious, I know, but still it was a surprise.

With the exception of a church meeting at 7, I had no plans. I talked to Deborah on and off all day. I also heard from Emma, my niece, a few times, who is now headed to Beaverton to live. She will be here with friends (and two cats) on Wednesday evening. Emma has an apartment, has sent a box of her stuff, and starts her Master’s in the fall.

I wrote until about 10:30, published my story about my Monday experiences, and then showered and all of that. I planned to visit the AAA office. I wanted to see if they could book the flights or at least have a recommendation for flights to Brazil in November. I boarded Air VW the Gray and headed across Beaverton. I discovered more hole installations and was surprised that lunchtime was a good time to close a lane on TV Highway, but soon I passed that and saw lots of cones, but nothing was going on.

Aside: I have imagined leading a group that just drives around the greater Beaverton area, putting up cones or taking them down. Likely thieving the Beaverton City cones and reusing them (not sure Beaverton would notice; they have so many). I could create imaginative traffic patterns. But it is just a dream; I have not done that. What you see, dear local readers, is from the local municipalities, not a bunch of traffic terrorists led by an ironic mastermind. I did not do this. I digress.

I walked into the AAA office, saw there were charging stations (hmmm), with my upgraded membership (restored yesterday), got a passport photo (after four attempts), and left my biz card, asking if they could do a nine-person air to and from Brazil. Later, Holly from AAA Travel called and said they could accommodate up to 9 people and would look into the flights. I received a plan later in the evening that worked.

While I was in the area, I had lunch at La Provence at the former Raccoon Lodge location. There is no longer a bar, and I am seated at a two-person table. My server, Audrey, and I agreed that a Monte Cristo sandwich would be good, but she would talk to the kitchen to ensure it was cooked all the way through (I have had cold ones before; ick!). I read my book while I waited for my lunch. My sandwich arrived after a wait, and everything was perfect, and I was drinking iced tea. I ate 3/4 of the sandwich and carried the rest home for Wednesday’s breakfast.

I stop by the aquarium to look at the fish. They have a freshwater stingray, and it’s wonderful to watch. The school of large white angelfish follows one of the staff. They know who feeds them. While I miss having fish, I don’t miss the mess and deaths (the likelihood of a fish dying in my tank is a function of its price and beauty; ugly, cheap fish live forever). Freshwater crabs are interesting, and there seems to be a huge collection of freshwater shrimp now for micro aquariums (multiple colors and sizes, with the usual prices doubling for color and size). I notice that 2 grand will get you a nice starter marine tank, I smile, and a walk-out with just a memory.

I return home, and after some more strange results on my Apple TV streaming service (I don’t have cable, as I reported before), I watch Switzerland and Colombia play for an extended period without a score. A shoot-off followed, something I had not seen in years, and Columbia was eliminated by missing twice to Switzerland’s one failure. I had a cold burger and some coleslaw for dinner, leftovers from M@ and Nikki’s July 4th party.

Aside: I could see that both teams’ play was better than that of the eliminated teams  (including USA) I watched. The passing, the slow aggression, and the lightning-fast strikes. But defense was there, applying pressure, and many shots went astray or into the goalie. I suspect there will be more shoot-outs in the next round!

I sent travel updates to Gordon G in Brazil and others, worked on my plan to run a Call of Cthulhu game at a local gaming store, and read more of my book.

The church meeting followed, and that took 90 minutes. Details cannot be covered here. It will be another church adventure for me. More to follow.

I read more and made a cup of tea (which I would regret later), including locating my New Orleans setting for Call of Cthulhu (CoC, and yes, I played NOLA before even seeing it). My thought is to start with a comic-book version of NOLA, focusing on cosmic horror. I read one adventure I got a few years ago and the oldish NOLA supplement for CoC.

It was a process-heavy day, and soon my mind wanted sleep, but my body was not tired (not enough walking and caffeine). I rose, made a slice of toast, took some ibuprofen to counter the caffeine (it works for me), and returned to bed. I dream bright, but now-forgotten dreams of travel and processes. I woke for a moment at sunrise, blinked, and it was 7:30.

Thanks for reading!

 

I rose close to 8, enjoying the blankets, ceiling fan, and the mattress. I had no real plans for Monday, and that was glorious. A day that I owned. There are not that many that are not loaded with something. I started going and found the kitchen without difficulty. It had not moved, and I found yesterday’s coffee, which I reheated, and I limited myself to two cups. The little ants were back in the kitchen, and with the heat and the sun beating down, they were moving fast. I sprinkled cinnamon over the area, and that drove them away for a while. I will have to get serious about insect control again. Ugh! Later, I washed the counters and found them back and moving fast.

I got a banana to go with the coffee and returned to the office in my slippers. I always wear them because I have some loss of feeling in my feet, and it would be bad to cut or smash them up. I have bled and not known it, thinking it was a minor issue. Rules keep me healthy. No coffee until pills are taken, no sleep until other pills are taken, feet covered, and finances checked every day. From the movie John Wick 2:

John Wick: “Rules.”
Winston: “Exactly. Rules. Without them, we’d live with the animals.”

I spent the morning talking to Deborah and working on the blog. Sunday was a busy day, but not a complex story to tell. I was able to complete the blog before all the morning was gone. I showered and that, but skipped most of the creams and so on as I wanted, finally, to get a haircut. Talked to Emily from Skirizi, and I have graduated to full self-care for Skirizi injections. I can, of course, act to be retrained or call with any questions. It is not a complex issue. I should also, according to Emily, see clearer skin now that I have done three shots. My next one is September 25 (now set on my calendar, including ten days before to remind the pharmacy to send it).

I take out some ribs, beef, flanken-style beef short ribs (cut through the bones), and bake them with salt (usually I would use an asian-style treatment, but I wanted to try them simple this time). I steamed the rest of the broccoli I got at 185th Veggies and microwaved a potato. While I missed all the sauces and extra flavors, salt and pepper did OK. It was a good lunch. I cooked all of the ribs, three slices (at about $5 each, wow!). I will have the others later.

With lunch done, and yet another mess in the kitchen (which the ants will find and require another careful cleaning), I head out to Great Clips with a book, found that Washington County could not be beat by Beaverton’s hole installation on local roads, and had part of 209th blocked with a flagger as they intersetion needed to be reworked for reasons a mystery to most of us. I waited about ten minutes.

I waited 20 minutes, then got my hair cut. I give a large tip now that they give me a senior discount. Though I do not formally qualify (I think), I do look the part. Back to the house in Air VW the Gray, and like the Wise Men in the Christmas Story, I went back by a different route.

I stopped at the coffee place, Insomnia Coffee, at Reed’s Crossing, where I worked on my upcoming trip to Brazil. Reading and understanding the travel planned arrangements. Dondrea reminded me later that 12 is the cut-off number, not 8. We have 9. Flights are about $2500 now. Rio’s return is pushing the price up. The best flight here is PDX-Houston-Panama City-Manaus. I will look for ways to reduce the cost (it is already non-refundable). The travel dates are Nov 20-29 this year. I called Costco, and they do not offer air only for these kinds of trips; Costco Travel only covers air on their own packages. I will stop by AAA in Beaverton and see if they have advice.

I checked the visa requirements, and things are different now. Upload a clear, color scan of your passport and a photo that meets the usual standards. Services are available for $99 from a company I used before. I am still collecting information. I also have to check on vaccines as I am enjoying Skirizi and a live vaccine, I think is out for me now.

With considerable confusion and the denial that Fox or Fox Sports exists on my cable (I have liberal cable?), I found the World Cup, and the USA was behind by a point. It was all in Spanish, and I liked it better. I can get some of it. And the voicing is full of excitement. The USA is eliminated with multiple keeper errors. One ten-second mistake will haunt the team. I know it does me.

Deborah called a few times, and I must admit my attention was split for a while, until the mistake by the USA, and then only a miracle could save the USA. I am headed to Michigan on Monday, and we are still working on that plan. I managed to fit in a meeting with Leta and Mom Wild. I will see Linda in Detroit for her birthday and maybe at Slo’s BBQ in Corktown. Other details are coming together.

I had reheated the goulash from a few days ago, too much, but it was soooo good. I ate that during the game. But I wanted something sweet, but it was too hot, 85°F (30°C), to bake. Off to Salt & Straw in Beaverton for some ice cream. I selected (passing again on pear and blue cheese) a birthday cake with berries and enjoyed it (though a bit sweet for me). I chatted with the other folks in line, which I was happy to see was just out the front door, and talked about possible choices. I believe there is no bad ice cream; just pick one and taste it. I am quickly out and back in the car, driving while enjoying my frozen dessert.

I get the fans running and windows open as the house hits 80. I read in bed until sleep takes me. Later, I wake, slide under the covers, and wake a few times, but stay snuggled until 8.

Thanks for reading!

 

I rose, as I have of late, closer to 8 than 7, and I dreamed and woke with the sunrise, but managed to sleep again. I made coffee, now drinking yesterday’s coffee every other day, and skipped breakfast as I was not hungry. Maybe a mistake, as I was starved for lunch later. I found my way to the office, it had not moved, and sat in my work chair, turned on the light (which is also an anti-depression light), and began my usual tasks.

The locals were up too.

Sipping liberal coffee, Fair Trade, and reading my transactions in Quicken (and correcting them), reviewed my balances, read (mostly deleting) my email, blocking the phishing emails (labeled as coming from friends, family, and popular companies but show strange emails and almost always the same click-bait text), and reading the news (mostly depressing). With that done, I start recalling Saturday and writing its story.

Most of the morning was spent writing the blog. I invest the morning (or late evening) in writing the story of the previous day. Not really a summary but a retelling, as a summary does not have the same emotions as recalling, composing, and telling a story. It also gives me a little freedom to comment and select when I want to cover events, sometimes connecting them logically as I often recall them in a different order than they occurred.

I find my way and finish with time to shower, shave, and so on for church. Today, I head the music while playing games with Z at the church on Wednesday, a patriotic service. I put on a white shirt, a whale tie from Deborah with hints of red, and a blue vest. I arrived just as the previous church, Emmaus, was ending its service. I ushered, and Dondrea did a solo as Ken was out and gave an excellent sermon. The gist, if I can use that word, was that in America we talk about freedom, but we often confuse freedom from various tyrannies with the freedom to do things. While we are free, Dondrea reminded the listener that our best choice is to help one another and build a free and good society. Or, in other words, it is not about ‘me’ being free, but ‘us’ being free to live safely together and be successful. It was also interesting that many of the words in the patriotic songs included themes like refinement, self-control, and becoming. All suggesting we are all in this together. The golden rule is not to ‘do to others’ but to be there for others. Find the sermon here at about 13:30.

(Pastor Anne, Dondrea, and me)

I headed out around 12:15 and got home around 12:30, passing a terrible wreck involving some SUVs on TV Highway. Someone had pulled out of McDonald’s into the path of an oncoming vehicle. I then spent about an hour on a video call with Jeanne and Deborah working out the details of our upcoming trip in Michigan. Jeanne was more familiar with the Michigan Upper Peninsula and made most of the suggestions. I tried to be helpful. We managed to get a plan together, only to discover we hit one Mining Museum on the day it was closed, and the boat tours were also timed for the morning or afternoon. Deborah will rework the timing and likely reverse our path to arrive on better days for certain events.

I share (maybe overshare) some things, but as a cancer survivor, I like to share how the surgeries and meds are working. While we talked about travel, I made a salad with muffaletta-style olive spread and other goodies. My colon decided it had seen enough with salads, veggies, olives, chopped sandwich meats and cheese, and pickled beets, and soon I was spending considerable time together. I was able to come back to Deborah and Jeanne a few times.

Despite the difficulties, Deborah will finish up the planning. I have some hotels to put in, and then we will work out the rest soon. We will have to be flexible, and I will try to front-load a few things in case of events.

With the in progress now and my colon settling, I saw it was the 75th Anniversary of Citizen Kane, and I headed to Movies on TV, our local Regal Movies place, acquired popcorn and a kid’s soda (for too much), and enjoyed two hours of black-and-white. I enjoy the movie because it always looks modern, almost like someone just made it black-and-white. Every shot seems needed (no fluff), and every word is no more than needed to tell the story. I liked it again. “Rosebud,” I missed the first time, and now watch for it and see how it is slipped into much of the story.

It was now time for dinner, and I headed to BJ’s Brewhouse for prime rib. The England vs. Mexico game was on, and I cheered for Mexico (they were behind at halftime when I arrived), mostly because they were playing in Mexico City. The local crowd was mostly for Mexico. England was nearly impervious to Mexico’s endless shots (with England down a player after a red card). One last shot from Mexico missed by inches, and another bounced off the bar, leaving England a win and missing out on extra time. It was a strange, fierce game, reminding me of USA football.

After that, I paid my bill after I had coffee and a single scoop of ice cream for dessert. Air VW the Gray was then my way home, having remembered to charge it to 100% the night before. I then read for a while. I started to nod off, put the book away, and then fell asleep. I had many dreams, all faded now, and woke often.

Thanks for reading.