Author: alohawild

When I write the blog, my audience in my mind has been myself. What do I want to remember about this day next week, a year later? But of late, I have thought, “What would my reader want me to cover?”  I have dropped some of the fun boilplates and maybe written less about coffee, but I still write to myself, and I am trying to cover what is important for both me to remember and what I think a reader would find interesting.

To that end, last Monday night, I managed to complete a Brazil visa for my trip in November. I was surprised, but not that much, that Dubai is actually running the process, and I paid my $80 fee and ninety cents in service charge. I updated my profession to NONE and then to RETIRED. I am hopeful that the e-visa will be approved soon. And I checked, and Brazil says to take a printed copy with you. Yes, I always do.

Vestige, the board game I picked up on Thursday, is set up, and I played it myself with two players. I had to refer back to the rules a few times to grasp it. It is a remake of the favorite board game Vindication, also from Orange Nebula. I found the reworking of the same system with new cards and new ways to score interesting. I do miss the larger cards and easy-to-see art, but the box’s tiny footprint and layout are better suited for using rolled-up two neoprene playing surfaces. Not a large box for a folded traditional board. I bought the wretched version, retail for $49 (and sold out, as are all the add-ons), with wood parts, no organizing content, and no purchased add-ons (though I got a few extras from the Kickstarter). I am quite happy with it. I did not do the Nemesis play (sort of an evil player running a sort of solo mode bot) as it is optional. I think I could teach it and play it. I hope to get a play in soon.

I rose closer to 8 than 7, and the sky was clear, but the smell of smoke was already there. The air would turn gray and soon taste of burned forest. The sun turned orange and the light yellow as the day went on. We were under 100 all day for air quality—unhealthy—but I started to wear a mask when outside. By sunset, it was difficult to see the hills, and the mountains disappeared in gray. I got out a chair, turned off the furnace, and replaced the air filter with a four-inch-thick (I usually use in winter a lesser 1″ one), higher-value version. The old one was gray and needed to go. I had found the better ones cheaper at Costco and had them in the garage ready for fire season.

I picked up a key box (mechanical) and a push-button pad to open the garage to allow an alternative means into the house (the new lock uses a battery). I will try to install them this week. It means a ladder, but I will be careful.

I talked to Deborah, but I got busy with all the tasks and missed her call. We miss each other and also just having the time to watch a show together. It seems that since my return to Michigan, it has been a rushed and chaotic few weeks. We will meet again in October for her Birthday.

I am replanning my trip to the South in September to use less rental cars driving. After my Michigan issues getting a car, tire issues, and paying to park the rental, I was thinking of working out a plan with less use of rentals. My new thoughts are to enjoy Nashville for longer, see some sights, and then get a car to Birmingham, Alabama, catch the Civil Rights Institute there, and then connect with Amtrak to New Orleans after returning the car. It is eight hours to NOLA from there and $36 for a basic ticket. More to come, but I think I like this idea better.

My trip to NYC is next week. I purchased a ticket for too much money to Oh Mary! on Broadway. It is only an hour long, but it is supposed to be good (good news, I read they are starting a traveling show). I looked to follow that with another visit to Death & Company, but the NYC location seems to be shut down. I will try to find a new place to go. Double Chicken Please, or another famous booze place like Attaboy, comes to mind.

Lunch was reheating the swordfish I baked the day before. I carefully reheated it in the microwave and then slid it into the non-stick fry pan (thanks, Steve, DOR), where I wilted beans reheated from a bag from Trader Joe’s. I added a spray of oil, almond slices, good salt, and garlic powder. I added toast, buttered and sliced into quarters, but squares, not triangles.

I risked the air to visit Rune & Board and saw that they indeed had a sign for my game, and Nick, the owner, was happy to host. They charge $10 for play, and I gave that to the store (usually they split it as in-store credit to the host). I called M@ and texted Emma, and they will join the game, meaning I have enough people to start. And while I would enjoy five or six, I can make two work. The game is Tuesday 6-9.

Dinner was a chance for me to use all the food I have stacked up in the house but haven’t used yet. I defrosted some chicken breasts, two pounds worth, in the freezer. I ran them under cold water to mostly defrost, split them with a sharp knife, with the remaining frost making them easier to split, I salted and peppered them, and retrieved my fry pan, swooshed it, and used it again to brown the chicken on both sides (and added some sprayed oil, avocado, and more salt and pepper). I also found morels (mushrooms!) still dried in a bag I bought a few trips ago to Deborah’s city. I added water to them to restore them, and added them to a jar of sauce I heated on the stove. Some nests of flat thin pasta from Italy found their way into boiling water with a toss (which splashed the boiling water on me and reminded me once again to stay more serious while cooking; no wine was consumed this time, giving me no excuse for being stupid). I baked the chicken, finished it with some cheese, and overcooked it slightly (170+°F), but it was still good on a pile of pasta, sauce with lovely mushrooms, sliced, and then covered with even more sauce. I had two split chicken breasts as I was starving by the time I got this all done after 7.

I did finish my laundry and remade the beds with clean sheets. I spread it over the day to prevent the last load, with shirts and pants, from finishing when I am home. I also returned the kitchen to a status that did not look like an Italian chef blew up at the stove. Extra chicken and sauce are ready for another meal or two.

And while not a narrative today, it has been fun to write about what I did instead of how it assembled into a busy Monday. Thank you, dear reader, and I wish you peace (shalom) and clear skies.

 

We watched the new movie Odyssey together: Corwin, Emma, Mariah, and me. This was after church and a rushed lunch at Panera for Corwin and me. I had selected the movie house at Bridgeport Village, a high-end outdoor mall with seats open in the back for the 70mm showing on Sunday afternoon. Corwin was at the house when I arrived after church; we then boarded Air VW the Gray and got lunch. I rushed mine, drove the two traffic lights to Emma’s place, got her, and then headed back to pick up Corwin on our way to our highway odyssey of 217 to 5. Unlike most days, it was not busy, and we did not get a slow tour of Beaverton cement canyon.

Parking was a surprise; it seems that the mall is again a destination, and other retail spaces, I believe, should have a look at what they are doing right at Bridgeport Village. Wow, no parking outside. I finally snagged one in the parking garage! I cannot imagine what Christmas will be like here!

Mariah is running slow and will miss the first minutes of the movie (with her parking karma working better than mine), but nothing that was important. The seats work, and Emma invested in a drink and a popcorn (not knowing the size); I had many handfuls of popcorn.

The movie is great and shows the strange mix of modern and ancient. The messy storyline and too many characters from Homer’s version are obvious complaints, but weak ones. The framing is more piles of stones and plain forts than the elaborate old Hollywood Roman repainted as Greek settings. There are references to 1177 BC, and the collapse of the Late Bronze Age is alluded to by Dr. Eric Cline (here), and the battle scene at Troy, to me, alludes to archaeological sites being created to be found later (Troy 6-7ish). And while I wish the story fit better, Homer’s best lines are missing, but if Hellen launched a thousand ships, at least that many new readers of Homer were launched by the movie.

After the movie, just under three hours long, and be warned, the 70mm version has no trailers; it starts on time. We found a table at the Sushi place a minute from the theater and ordered too much food. We even did dessert. It was fun to just chat with Mariah and Emma, meeting for the first time.

I hadn’t finished the blog and had other paperwork to work on. We broke up around 7:30, and I took Corwin and Emma back. I finished the blog and more Ted Lasso episodes followed once I was home and Corwin off to feed and walk the dog. I read more of The Civil War by Bruce Catton and can see the different spin than other books I have read, and many judgmental words without reference or explanation. Still, the story is moving well and narrative. I think the book is used more as a reference with its hundreds of pages of timelines, events, and maps. There are no quotes in the text. Still an interesting read.

With that, I slept, woke once, and then woke again after sunrise.

Rolling back (to use a computer term), to the very start of Sunday, I rose from my comfyness after 7 and closer to 8. I made the coffee by grinding beans roasted and assembled in California, Hidden House Coffee’s House Blend, Santa Ana, CA (here). And while not liberal coffee, the darkness and bitter flavors do remind me of how far the USA has to go to find Justice with Mercy and to remember that the greatness of a country, according to God, is by how it treats the widow, the orphan, and the stranger, not its great buildings or victories. But I digress.

(Michael played for a song sang by Jack)

I started the blog but did not make enough progress. I nexted an update on the movie and received a pile of pet pictures in exchange while at church. I had showered, dressed, and all that before heading out to church in the EV. I wore a recently purchased vintage tie with animals that I later gave to Corwin. 

We were having a send-off for Michael R, and that was the focus of the service. I had two homeless folks and ushered, so I was busy most of the service. I thought the service was too focused on Michael R and was a bit confused, but I was busy and could not follow much of what was happening.

After that, I headed home as I had to meet everyone, and that takes me full circle. 

Thanks for reading. 

I was home at 11 at night after an easy drive from Portland. I had left a pile of dishes in the sink. The newly repaired sink was still not leaking, so I spent the next few moments arranging the dishes into the dishwasher. I watched Alton Brown’s newest video on cooking chicken wings, including a DIY crazy device to make the perfect wings. He was experimenting with Air Frying, which he holds in low regard, but tried it anyway. It was fun, and I watched while I waited for the dishwasher to start discharging while watching for drips or worse. Everything was ship-shape, and I went to bed after taking my meds and applying some of the any psarius creams and soon slept after reading a whole chapter of Bruce Catton’s The Civil War, a classic I understand, but I did read some judgmental words in the text, and there are no footnotes, but there are 100 pages of indexes, chronologies, and maps. Unlike Shelby Foote’s almost musical text (who also eschewed footnotes and is criticized for his sympathies to The South), the text is more a lecture than a story. I will read more, but dear readers, I would send you instead to the book and video by Ken Burns. Maybe it gets better, but it is from 1960.

Before this, I mostly enjoyed the new board game Entropy at Richard’s house. When I saw it, I thought it was another of Richard’s endless detail games with secret point-winning engines that you have to know. I found this game easy to learn, and it was fun to play, with complex, difficult decisions. I ran the processes and discovered ways to meet the challenges and complete the goals. It was a race game with simple turns. I liked that. Anthony, the other player I hadn’t seen for months, was racing with me. Richard seemed to be on a different path, always worrying, and suddenly he was racking in points.

There was an upgrade of a sun that just gave victory points, another engine for just points, ugh, just for the count of planets. It is not about running the mechanics of the game, but instead just a simple multiplication. This really made me rethink if I liked the game. I needed to end the game fast to win. I missed that I needed something and gave Richard another spin of his engine, and I lost by over fifty points and just above Anthony. I saw nothing that would generate points faster than what Richard built, and that makes it a really uninteresting game to me, if true. But maybe I could add that into my flow next time. Next time!

I will have to try Entropy again.

Before this, I was at Lucky Labrador in Portland. I wanted to return to some of the things I did before. I feel like my return this time has been a crowded mess of tasks and chaos. It was nice to just have a beer and plan my trips for hours while eating peanuts and watching the crowd play games. I also got a BLT (lettuce, for some reason, is not a threat here).

I got my changes to my trip for Deborah’s birthday (October 19th) and a weekend dinner and haunted tour at the Whitney Mansion in Detroit. I moved it to the Saturday before her Monday birthday and made it later to better match the 9:30 tour. I added airfare and will fly in on 15 Oct on Delta (my usual 7ish evening arrival) and leave on 20 Oct (my usual morning exit). I used miles, and it cost me about $12 in fees. Got my favorite seat 14A in comfort there and back.

I next looked at my trip in September, which is still messy. I booked the Civil War tour to Franklin, seven hours of immersion in the battles. Excellent. The initial reason for the trip (and the flights were cheap too). Next, I looked at hotels and cars. Well, Hertz offered a good price, even with me dropping the car off at NOLA airport, but they close at Nashville airport, from what I can tell. And then I realized I only need the car a few times. What if I replanned?

I learned that Birmingham, Alabama, is on the Amtrak route to New Orleans for the Crescent, the NYC-to-NOLA train. Could I Uber to a Hertz and then turn the car in at Birmingham? There is a Civil Rights museum there. Montgomery, sadly, is not on the same Amtrak route and takes two trains. Not going to try to make that work. If I use Amtrak, I will start at Birmingham. I could also extend my stay in Nashville. More to follow.

Before this, I was at the house. I did the laundry, even putting it away, and wrote the blog. I also tried to get my visa for the Brazil trip in November. I need the contract information in Brazil to finish. I managed to get everything up to that point. You do need the dates of your parents’ birth and their country of birth and citizenship. I had to look mine up. I sent a note to Gordon G to get the contract information. I also like a letter to carry that has local contacts for when things go sideways in-country. I have had to show it once for a work trip.

While I was in the office, I saw busy squirrels building a new drey in the pine tree. One was gathering fresh small leafy branches from the nearby tree and then jumping to the fence with them clamped in its jaws. Next, they would jump from the fence, legs out, to the tree. It looked exhausting. Later, the squirrel would collect the leaves and, instead of dropping them, hold them in its jaws and walk from one tree to the other. I suspect there was some form of rodent eye-rolling once that was figured out. Another squirrel collected soft grass for their bedding. I saw later that some dried-out pine needle branches had recently dropped from the tree. I suspect those were not fun for a home.

My nest of blankets was comfortable until about 7, and I rose before 8 was close. I made coffee by grinding some beans and following the usual process. I did not need to jump from one room to another. I just walked my coffee and a banana to the office!

Thanks for reading!

I rose close to 8, having ignored the sunrise, and finally found the kitchen and made coffee. It was a bright morning, and the day would be dry and hot, reaching 86ºF (30ºC). My lawn is brown except under the trees, where the dew drips and supplies a small bit of water. Water is expensive here, and I have never invested in sprinklers, and anything I plant must survive the heat and nearly non-existent water for months. Hot summer roses are smaller, but the roses seem to enjoy the sun.  I wait, after learning the hard way, that plantings are in the fall to allow the plant to grow deeper roots before facing the hot summer.

I took the whole morning working on a long blog, over 1,600 words, to cover Thursday. As I finished, with some distractions, around noon, I got a note from Jeff A that he is inbound. I showered and all of that. Jeff arrives, checks out the kitchen sink, and then heads to Lowe’s for supplies. I am eating the last of the tamales for lunch in the office when he arrives.

The 1996 install that I did of the “Bone Crusher,” a mid-sized but better quality garbage disposal, shows no leaks now, and the paper I put under the sink shows no drips. Still, we proceed as the leak could ruin the new flooring if it happened while I was away (though that is unlikely, as the leak was related to leaving the sink dripping one night). I return to the office while Jeff A gets going.

I book dinner in Detroit for Deborah’s birthday at the Whitney Mansion, but later we agree to move the date and the time. I check on Jeff, and his knuckles are bloody. Removing my 1996 installation was difficult and required breaking the device free. It is both amazing that a 1996 disposal is still running and that it would leak now when all but glued in place.

Jeff reworks the connection, and a power socket is now in place of the direct connection. The first location is blocked by something unexpected, and there is a test hole that needs to be filled, but soon the power is now plugged in, which I feel is safer and more standard.

The install goes sideways as the new one’s plate, the only exposed part in the sink, is bent and looks cheap. This version has a special version with an LED light in the sink to help with smells (?!) and requires another power connection to a cheap wall wart. Ugh! Back it goes to Lowe’s (another trip for Jeff) and a new one, slightly cheaper, but the plate looks normal, and there is no weird lighting thingee.

The rest of the assembly goes well, but there is a leak. The dishwasher hose clamp is replaced, and that solves that problem. There is a knock-out we miss for the dishwasher, which codes out when it tries to discharge. An eyeroll from both of us, and the hole is made by hitting the knockout with a screwdriver and hammer (and yes, you are not supposed to abuse a screwdriver like that, but that is what always happens), and now the dishwasher works.

All done, and I cover Jeff’s time and supplies. My Mr. Fix-it days are mostly over. I live alone, and it is a bad idea to climb a ladder. I might replace a filter, and I can replace an outlet, but I stop there.

I check in with Barb, Emma, and Gordon, and they are still in Seattle and having a good time. They won’t be back until late, so I worked on some church paperwork and set up my new game, Vestige. I also rested for a bit, as I am suddenly tired. Still jet-lagged from Michigan, I think.

I find I have naan and some Trader Joe’s frozen India-style dinner, and have that as I only had a banana and two tamales for the day. I reheat it all, and it is excellent: butter chicken. I watch more Ted Lasso and make it to season two.

I talked to Deborah before she went to bed. We try to start and end our days together.

I meet the family at the Beaverton Carts near City Hall. They have a late dinner while I discover a banana cake dessert, excellent! I hear that they enjoyed the Flying Heritage and Combat Armor Museum near Seattle. From what I heard, they thought driving in Washington was crazy (I agree), and they thought the Pike Street Market was crowded and tourist-filled.

They enjoyed Hash in Olympia on the way in (here), and it is recommended.

I returned home, read the rules for the board game, and soon was sleeping. Still getting tired earlier.

Thanks for reading.

 

 

I rose while still in the 7s but close to 8 for another sunny day here in the Greater Portland Area. I rose and remembered I have a morning appointment in Vancouver, Washington State (not Canada), and jumped in the shower like I was working for a living. Got dressed and all that, remembered my meds, and headed out the door. I did bring my laptop as I would likely connect with Barb, Gordon, and Emma, who were in Portland, but I might have some dead time.

No coffee or breakfast, and I joined the crowd inbound to Portland connecting to Highway 26 on the Sylvan Hill and soon found the traffic slow but moving. I was headed towards Seattle and soon was moving and near Delta Park, flying towards Washington in Air VW the Gray.

Amber, from Orange Nebula, the company that makes the game and is based in Vancouver, arranged for my pickup on Thursday morning. I reached the usual streets, found a parking spot, and called Amber. She shared the address with me, a minute away, as their offices had not moved, and soon I parked in a Parking Kitty monitored space, ignored that, and walked the block to the storefront. Amber, whom I had not met before, greeted me, exchanged my signature for a game, Vestige, from some universe as their Vindication game, and introduced me to Eric, one of their designers, to talk about games, but I was intruding; I could see a meeting was starting in a conference room, and I thanked everyone and left.

I boarded the EV, with no penalty for ignoring the Parking Kitty, and soon cruised Vancouver for a breakfast location. Compass Coffee Roasters’ ‘Coffee is Culinary’ storefront was conveniently near a paid parking spot. I fed the Parking Kitty $3.60 for two hours, and joined the line. There, I got their recommended breakfast burrito and very strong, dark coffee. The spoon did not stand in the coffee or dissolve, but I was impressed. No beans were spared in the making of that cup!

I regretted, again, that my earbuds were still in my red bag and not in my pocket. Hmmm. The clashing of plates always wakes me from my attention. I found a chair and began to write the blog. I did unwrap the board game and left it beside me. A few folks asked me about it, and I opened the box for them and showed them the contents. Everyone was happy to hear that it was a locally designed product.

My weight has fallen to 228 pounds, and there is some hope to keep it under 230. I am hopeful.

I managed to get the blog done, and I also talked to Pastor Ken about some church paperwork. I read various feedback on some of the paperwork. I put off answering, and folks found their answers or shared them. Sometimes it is best to just let things flow and then ‘check & adjust’ after everyone has had some time to understand the items. It is more natural to try to jump in and fix everything, but I have found that sometimes the currents of the universe are better at bringing resolution, and you need not push against them.

With my blog done, Parking Kitty was meowing that my time was nearly done (yes, it does that), I noticed a vintage clothing store, and they had men’s stuff too. I thought, “maybe they would have a tie or something that would fit a look for my Call of Cthulu game coming up on Tuesday,” and stopped in. They had a clip-on tie with a swirling pattern, perfect, and gray suspenders, excellent. Another tie with animals fell off when I was looking at them, and I added that to my purchase. With only risking a few minutes after the Parking Kitty’s notice of my limit to legal parking to enjoy the Vintage shop, I reboarded Air VW the Gray and connected with Barb. Yes, I could meet them in the Pearl District.

At this point, there were moments when I needed to use the restroom. I am unsure if it was my colon or Metformin reacting to the hot fudge Sundae and milk products, but I needed to stop once to enjoy more removal. While this may be oversharing, many of my readers have or might face colon cancer or use Metformin and want to share the impact of both. It is part of who I am; you are your body.

I have noticed that Grammarly, an aside, does not correct my mistake of missing a letter in ‘It’ or ‘now’ or ‘not,’ and the blog gets published with these mistakes. I will be careful, as I spotted this in a blog from over a year ago and yesterday’s blog. I believe I am simply typing so fast that I do not hit the key or not hard enough.

I arrived and parked in the ridiculously expensive underground parking in the Pearl District near Powell’s City of Books. I sat in the Starbucks across from the bookstore and waited. I was also ready to use their facilities if there was a sudden need; nope. Text followed, and Deschutes Brewery Portland Public House was selected for lunch. One of my go-tos when in the Pearl District.

I moved there and got an update that Barb and family were at least 30 minutes out. I then got a seat in the bar area over a large block of wood and had a tiny beer and some devil’d eggs as I needed some more food with all the coffee and now beer. A beefy bartender, sporting one of the bar’s shirts and surely making some sales for the shirts, let me pay, and I told him I always consider this my first choice, and he replied: “Hell yes!” Yes, Portland is a strange yet wonderful town. Hell yes, indeed!

Gordon parked; we later learned that we were in the same garage as the rental, and we had an excellent lunch, but with the jet lag and heat, everyone went for water or iced tea. I tried the rice bowl with BBQ pork, cooked for 17 hours, as it said on the menu, and it was excellent.

We decamped, after paying the bill, to Powell’s City of Books, and I managed to resist buying anything. But there were two cookbooks and a SciFi novel with the Hugo award (that is a deal closer for me), but I have three or more feet of to-read stacks in the bedroom. And how many feet of cookbooks are required? But I may be back…

The lack of sales tax and the vast collection had everyone else find something. Barb and I retired to the Starbucks while these treasures were deposited in the car. We saw Gordon and Emma circle back as they discovered that the Pearl District looked the same in every direction. Old brick, mostly former brewery buildings. When I moved here in 1996, the area was industrial and smelled of brewing beer. Now it is full of overpriced retail stores, a mix of higher-end restaurants, and even a Keen Footwear store.

We took a walk to Keen’s and stopped by the Armory to show how it had been rebuilt into a Theater and event center. The 1800s structure has been rebuilt and made earthquake-resistant, but some of the original iron supports are retained and now are part of the aesthetics with the fresh cement and original bricks fully repointed.

Barb found a new pair of shoes at Keen, and we then decided to skip dinner in Portland, as we were all tired and lunch was still a fresh memory. We walked back to the garage, paid the $21 each (f**k!), and they headed back while I headed into the later afternoon traffic to Cosmic Monkey to get the #3 of Dr Doom comic, Doomquest. It was slow, and I took an onramp to I-84 that is about four stories above the river and has a lovely view (and likely no fun in cold weather, where it would be more of a toboggan run). The short trip was twenty-five minutes.

An older man, whom I saw wandering as I was driving, asked me for the location of a church and then unloaded on me a story of a lost chance to get important meds for his dying wife because of an issue with a credit card. He seemed not in the least credible, and I wished him well.

I entered the store, told the person working the cash-wrap that I read the sign, and suggested that I would not want a public restroom, but instead a private one. I do not do that in public. That got a smile and a laugh. Old jokes sometimes are the best.

I then had four walls of comics to study, all newish. I soon learned that there is a hierarchy with DC and Marvel and other publishers arranged in that order. After that, it was a strange sort of alphabetical order. It reminded me of Powell’s City of Books’ unique arrangement (which seems to change every three years). As I learned the system, I found my comic and another one, a #1, so no need to read a story in the middle or find more in the series to purchase. With my two purchases of less than $10, I reboarded the EV, enjoyed more traffic, arrived at the house around 7, quickly grabbed the mail, opened a package, and soon was ready to leave again.

I got some digital candles for the CoC game. I tried out one. Prefect. I drove back to Pepita’s for dinner. They were waiting a few minutes (the chips were only partially gone). Dinner was excellent, and Gordon approved the Pork Verde, and Emma enjoyed the Colorado beef. One tostada for Barb (who was still full from lunch), and there were leftovers for Emma’s fridge, I was told.

We hugged, and I wished them well. They are headed to Seattle for a day trip, and I might not see them before Barb and Gordon fly back on Saturday morning.

I returned home, read, and watched more Ted Lasso (still in season one) and started an American Civil War book, unimaginably named The Civil War by Bruce Catton, as I need to read it for my trip in September. I soon nodded off, turned off the light, and slept. I woke early, rolled over, and found it 5 to 8; yikes! All dreams forgotten, but I knew there were some.

Thanks for reading!