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I slept into 7ish and rose slowly as I had no morning tasks. I found the coffee and used the French Press to turn the grounds, Equal Exchange French Roast, into a liquid that tasted strongly liberal. I made a NYC bagel (thanks, Joyce) with cream cheese. Yes, liberal coffee and NYC’s flavor: perfectly leftwing. Makes me smile on a cold grey Pacific Northwest (PNW) morning.

The blog for Friday was long because I was enjoying writing again; it no longer seemed like a chore. Writing is like that for me. The muse comes or not, but the blog must be written, as that is a discipline. Pumping out 500-2000 words daily to the public is excellent practice. Most days, it is a pleasure.

Evan, my usual gamer opponent on Saturday afternoons, was out of town and had items to do today. The morning, while cold and slightly overcast, began to look like a nice day. I stripped the bed and put the bedding in the LG, and it recognized it as bedding and offered the Bedding setting. I pushed start. Nice. Less than two hours later, it had washed and dried the bedding while I wrote. It played (since I could load software changes to the LG now on my iPhone) Beethoven’s 9th when done. It may be true that I did the laundry to just hear the new setting!

After writing, I sent through all the transactions loaded in Quicken for the last two months and checked them. I found quite a few I had miscategorized and corrected them. There was only one mystery transaction that I just assigned to what I think it was (it was not enough to make me care, and I know I did something with the vendor). I then took all the paper bills, statements, pay stubs, tiny paper receipts, and other jetsam floats and put them in my notebook. I punched holes into most of them and put them in the binder or slid the receipts into a page protector in mass. I am not taping that stuff to paper. I had forgotten to finish February and did that month, too. Lastly, I print out a transaction report and a net worth report for the month, punch it, and add that to the cover for the month.

I also emptied out my inbox, a physical inbox of papers to be filed, and started punching and putting the items into a new notebook for April. I have recycled Susie’s judging notebooks, and they are smaller, so they hold a quarter (three months) of paperwork. While boring and way beyond my comfort level for personal accounting, I am dealing with too much money and too much complex tax handling to not keep nearly perfect records.

I updated Quicken with the selling of Nike stock from the stock purchase program and then, in US Bank, sent a payment of most of that money to cover my travels and the new appliances. I have lost my US Bank card, which has not been stolen. It is probably somewhere in the house or under a seat in an Air Volvo. I watch everything, and there has not been a transaction since I lost it. If I can’t find it today, I will order a new one.

I did the dishes again. I ordered another battery thing as Corwin loves mine; when he delivers food most nights now and earns about $25-50 an hour (before taxes and expenses) from Uber, he must charge his phone. His old beater truck has no USB stuff, so the battery thing works. I found it useful on my recent trips and keep it in my gym bag, which is a travel bag and overnight bag (always ready).

For Corwin, it is most nights driving food to make money. He has trouble with cash flow and had to borrow a short time from friends for gas. Hopefully this will pass as he builds up some cash reserve. I have passed on charging him rent these months as I would rather have him working than paying me. Hopefully, he will soon pay off the truck, acquire the title, and then own the truck. I have urged him to save as much as he can for a down payment for an excellent car to be an Uber driver and provide more profitable passenger service. I suggested the dreaded Prius as it is roomy, electric-hybrid, and seems to be what many folks are going with.

Corwin is a new driver, and the insurance on his truck, a beater, is over $1000. As he gets a good record, he hopes this price will go down. I have asked him to share his insurance details with me to see if he had a collision on the truck, which is likely an unnecessary item, as the annual cost would be more than the payment for the truck being totaled.

This was discussed over lunch, and I bought it at the local Mexican place. Corwin, still bodybuilding, ate the huge plate while I had a three-item combo. Our waiter, who I have known for years now, son’s family live in Israel, and I asked after them. They are fine, and he talks to them every week–he admitted he has to know they are OK every week. He thanked me for asking.

Wistfully looking at The 649, we took Air Volvo back to the Volvo Cave. I then ordered the mess of books in the bedroom. Next, I took Air Volvo to be fueled ($4.55 a gallon, a crime committed by the oil companies, and remember, we have no sales tax in Oregon) and washed. The pollen and tree sap were covering the windshield.

Air Volvo stopped at the Volvo Cave, where I collected a grocery list from Corwin. Toilet paper was highlighted as we were done with one full roll. I spent an hour or so collecting groceries at Safeway and only strayed from the list a few times. Corwin asked for body wash without specifying the product, and thus, he is now using Old Spice Dragon Blast. My large cart did get the stinkeye as folks seem unwilling to wait for a family-sized purchase to go through the checker–how strange. With over $230 of goodies, I returned to the Volvo Cave, and Corwin and I unloaded, and Corwin put most items away.

I loaded up our new smaller-than-I-expected plastic storage solution from Amazon with baking items that have been sitting on the floor. I have tossed or recycled small things, and I am noticing I can use flat surfaces again. I continued to try to transform the house from looking like a nick-nack gaming book store blew up.

I had planned to skip all gaming today but decided to check if Richard still could include me after I had passed. He could. So 6PM PDX gaming!

I had yogurt and a banana as Corwin had mopped the kitchen floor, and I could not make much for a quick dinner. I was fine. I then headed into moderate traffic with Air Volvo and crossed Portland to Richard’s place in about thirty minutes—not bad. Today, I saw two cars on the side with mattresses blown against the barriers. The one car had a box-springs-sized hole in its grill. It looks like someone was going too fast or did not use enough rope. I have never seen this mistake before!

We played the new remake of our favorite board game, Wingspan, unsurprisingly, with it replacing the bird with mythical dragons, Wrymspan. Kathleen is a super expert at Wingspan, and she was down for this, being a fantasy fan. Chris had never played either and so was interested in what was all the hype about. Richard had played a few games already. I was unprepared and so had to be taught like Kathleen and Chris. I was excited to see how this remake worked.

This is an excellent game with less focus on luck and more on the process. Also, all the steps have been rethought to make them more transparent and controlled. Definitely a plus. The dragon focus, resource scarcity, excavation, and exploration (new to this game) really tightened up the game, and the ability to get coins to play a longer turn all made this, I think, a better game than Wingspan. Recommended instead of Wingspan!

I nearly caught Kathleen (I am lucky if my score is 1/2 her score in Wingspan) by being below ten points from her. Richard played what he said was his best and most lucky game and beat Kathleen by twenty. Chris did well and was below me by ten points. I had an unusual collection of end-game scoring items that almost caught Kathleen.

Chris left, and Kathleen, Richard, and I played a fun and quick card game called Pilot. I won the first hand, and Richard and Kathleen crushed me in the second game. Richard won after playing an impossible-to-get hand. It was fun.

I drove Kathleen across Portland to her home and then took Air Volvo home. There were no extra mattresses to avoid, and I arrived with the paint and grill unchanged in Air Volvo. I had a cold roast beef, cheese, and coleslaw sandwich as I was hungry and needed to take my pills, which are best with food.

I read some more Sherlock Holmes carefully, watching the cadence and word choice in the original. I was tired and soon slept.

Thanks for reading.

It is Saturday morning, and I am trying to remember Friday. It was not that interesting of a day. Quiet. People ask me how I remember the details. I try to replay the day by remembering those items that frame the day, often meals, and then try to recall the moments between the frames–often events flow together. I usually remember something after I am done writing and add it (frequently causing some wording issues that I often fix). Some things don’t surface until a day later (often something not part of a narrative); I have some regrets when I recall the missed events, but I move on. It is the nature of a narrative that some events do not make it into the writing. Purposely or not, editing has to happen. Now, let’s see if I can recall yesterday…

I rose from my blurry dreams and soon was at my office, logging into my work and personal accounts. I hurried and nearly ran to the kitchen to start a NYC bagel (thanks, Joyce) and liberal coffee in my French press. I found dishes in the sink, a few were mine, and put them in the dishwasher. While all that started, I hurried to the bedroom, found the small amount of laundry, put it in the new LG appliance, and started it. Time for another test run on my stuff. Just under three hours for the whole thing, the LG estimated.

I returned to the office with coffee and a bagel and started the 7 staff meeting. The meeting is early to better overlap with a reasonable time in India. Oregon is on the opposite side of the earth from India (look at any globe map someday; it is remarkable to see the reason for the time difference), so we are an inconvenient 12 and 1/2 hours difference. India spans one and a half of a physical time difference. Still, to stop the confusion of having more than one time zone, India declared a special larger local time zone that is thirty minutes offset, thus the 1/2 in the twelve hours difference.

The meeting was run by my new boss, Rajani, who is still trying to figure out what to do with me. I have a 1-1 to discuss that on Monday. Rajani covered a lot of dates and processes. We are in the between phase of the project, with a go-live this summer and then a nearly two-year experience to expand our solution to Europe, the Middle East, and Africa (EMEA in Nike-speak).

It was a quiet day, and I read and researched mainly on Friday. I attend and support a few remaining process meetings. I was looking into how the database works, how it is new and all-memory, and how it pages memory. There was another annoying meeting (the same one that made me unhappy last time), and I tried to keep quiet. I was aggressively ignored by the same folks. Predictable.

I made soup for lunch, beef stew from a can, and added some noodles. I ate this while listening to the meeting. The LG was spinning and drying, which was more interesting in many ways, and I am confident the results were more profitable to me. I had only one bowl of stew.

I watched some interesting YouTube videos for my lunch break. Battleship New Jersey is in dry dock, and today’s video was about hull features missing from models of the old battlewagon. There is a small keel structure that I did not know was there. Ryan, the curator and spokesman, showed shots of this. He suggested that someone should produce a 3D kit to upgrade the USS New Jersey BB-62 models in various scales to include the keel structure. Ryan says he gets lots of contact from modelers with questions Ryan was happy to answer–he is a modeler, too. When answering most questions, he has to ask what year of BB-62 life they are building as the ship has changed on various reactivations and refits. An excellent video of Battleship New Jersey in dry dock.

I also watched ShipHappens, which is progressing toward rebuilding its WW2 ship. Everything went wrong for them this week, but it was still an interesting episode. If you like wood boats, look and learn why I build models and do not own one.

I had another meeting, reviewed a few documents, and approved the changes. I did have to edit one document to make the change more transparent, but I did not change the content, just the presentation of the change. Mariah texted me and thought having dumplings at the Washington Square Mall, Din Tai Fun, was a good idea. I agreed. Corwin could not make it.

It was so quiet that I updated the LG software and changed some settings. When it starts, there is a nice Spring flash page, and the finished music is now Beethoven’s 9th. Now, I can status and control my LG from my iPhone. Yes, I was reprogramming my washer. It was a very quiet day, indeed.

I boarded Air Volvo at 3 something and headed out; most of Friday was done at the shoe company. I managed to cross Beaverton without incident or attracting Beaverton’s Finest. I parked at Macy’s and soon discovered I had created the longest possible path for me to walk. That is not a bad thing as I could use the walk. The second thing I discovered, or re-learned, as it has been a while since I have been in a swanky mall, is that the younger gals wear underwear as clothing and want you to have no illusions about what is underneath. It took me a moment to refocus, and I realized this was the norm, and I tried not to be distracted. I don’t want to be that guy.

I had my Kindle app and read my book until Mariah showed up. We waited for a table, and then Mariah liked what she saw of the bar, so we just sat there. Our waiter was a young gal in the black uniform for the place and took our order. She explained the menu and processing in a friendly but obviously unthinking way. More robot than human, but once that was over, the human took over again–a cyborg. I suggested an appetizer. Mariah ordered a great cocktail while I had Japanese beer, Sapporo. Mariah then ordered the rest of the food when I gave her a blank look, and soon, we were buried in dumplings and steamed rolls–all perfectly set in bamboo steamers. I added some spicy wonton and vinegared ear mushrooms appetizer and, as I said, did not finish it all. It was wonderful.

We chatted, ate, and drank. It was a pleasant dinner. Soon, I recrossed the mall, found Air Volvo, and returned to the Volvo Cave. The traffic was light, suggesting that soccer games for the kids were already in progress. It was a lovely afternoon, and I suspect many folks cut out early.

The forecast changed, and it was sunny and dry. I found Corwin’s truck was outside with Andrew helping. They had changed the oil, spilling only some of it, and the sparkplugs on Corwin’s older model truck. The truck was running now, and they were cleaning up. Apparently, the first attempt with the sparkplugs had one pop-out. Corwin was lucky as they could be remounted the sparkplug, and it stayed in. The process of fixing that is intense and time-consuming (and expensive). Soon, my lawn no longer looked like an ad hoc repair shop, and Dawn soap removed the oil stain.

I made a pot of tea and started to write. I also updated more account information for my “I’m Dead. Now What?” book. All this will be ready for my surgery on 20 May 2024, and it is unlikely it will be needed. I wrote and rewrote part of my Dungeons and Dragon adventure, which I wrote about back when 4E was new. It was my first adventure in that version and for first-level characters. It is a pleasure to write 5E again. I had to get all the books and even the websites.

The translation of 4E to 5E is easier than 3.5E, for example. In 4E, most things that use the rules have to be revised–I rewrite it all, but in 3.5E, the rules some things are unchanged, but actually, everything needs to be revised. You can easily leave some in 3.5E terms, as the wording makes it look like 5E. So, with more rewriting, it is easier overall to translate 4E to the new version.

I wrote until 10PM and then started getting tired, even with the tea, and read. I finished my book, The Jinn-Bot of Shantiport, a SciFi reimagination of Aladin. While I liked it, I thought it ridiculous a few times and put it down a few times. I’m not sure I can recommend it, but I did enjoy it. I returned to Doyle and am re-reading Sherlock and paying close attention to Watson’s cadence and word use. I hope to write my own story soon. I have a page done. 

After that, with a few texts from friends still up, I tried to sleep. Benadryl was called for as I was having hives from the pollen. I soon drifted away in a mist of caffeine fighting Benadryl–the pink pill won.

Thanks for reading.

 

I woke just before my alarm, and I woke a few times. I was not ready for it to be 6:30. I sat up in bed until the alarm went off, put on my slippers, and found my way to the office. I logged into Nike and my Apple computer. I read the emails and Slack messages and looked at the news. Trump, again, entertained the press.

I padded to the kitchen and made liberal coffee in my French press and a NYC bagel (thanks, Joyce). I made breakfast after emptying the dishwasher of a few dishes (I ran a small load last night) and then loaded the few dishes into the machine. I quickly washed a pan and sharp knife, which I dried and put away. I have been removing the mess in the house here and there, and I now have counter space again in the kitchen. It looks empty and strange, but I will happily get used to it.

I eat the bagel and get half a cup of coffee. It is an extra-large coffee cup that Mariah gave me to celebrate the Deathstar. She thinks I am a dark defender, which is likely more true than I would like to admit.

Soon, before the coffee is done, I am out of time. I clean up and dress. I collect my Nike laptop, two phones, and other items. My pants are now falling off all the time. I am still 252 pounds, but my shape seems to have changed, so my pants fall off. I would be much more pleased to reduce my weight below 245, which means I am going up to increase my steps; I am just getting 3,000 a day. Maybe this weekend.

I spoke to many friends from Nike who are here to work on the next go-live, Europe, Middle East, and Africa (EMEA in Nike speak) go-live. They are from the office in Holland or the Laakdal warehouse. I have just a few meetings, all Zoom.

I had lunch at the cafe, and I had the red curry chicken on rice from the pop-up chef. It was excellent. I read alone at lunch, I was grumbling after a meeting, and I was bad company. A few friends did wave.

I returned to the office to learn I had a huge box delivered to the house. Nothing I expected. I then got a call from my sister, who said she heard about my birthday present from her family and Mom Wild. Rain was coming, so off to the house for the rest of the day.

It is a heated massage chair for my 60th birthday. I’m also getting surgery, so it might be an excellent recovery item. Finally, Linda is taking over the bedroom when she is here, and the chair might work for Corwin, too, when he sleeps in the living room. It’s all good. Thanks!

While I waited for Corwin to help put the chair in the house, I ran my few laundry items in the new LG machine. It worked flawlessly, and the items were ready early in the dry cycle. I logged into my accounts, printed out the beneficiaries, and put that in my “I’m Dead Now What” book. It is best to be ready. I also transferred the money for the stock purchase program that I sold. This will cover the new appliances and my trip to Michigan. I did the last meetings while I was cooking dinner. I defrosted some ground beef and then browned it in a pan. I heated sauce from a jar while I did that. I made the little ear pasta, orecchiette, from a box, which is my favorite. I added the hot sauce to the cooked beef and let it heat up with the meat. I drained the pasta and retained 2/3 cup of the hot water that I added to the sauce as I poured over the drained pasta. I made a salad from a bag and added cheese, croutons, and unsalted roasted sunflower seeds (not the shells).

I ate this after the last meeting was completed. I must admit I might have had more than one bowl. It was a bit plain. Corwin had some; after it cooled, I locked what was left into a glass container (thanks, Glenda) with a tight lid. I suspect it will be better reheated. I then did the dishes again, unloading the ones I did this morning and adding new dirty items. I then ran that.

I put out all the containers. I am unsure if it is yard waste or recycling this week; both are full. I put them all out. I carried out more recycling later. It was just starting to mist, and later, it became rain. The sunny days ended today. The cold, clear desert nights and cloudless cold days will begin again on my birthday, Tuesday, sixty years.

At 7, I had another Zoom meeting, this Theology Pub meeting, and a church meeting. I had suggested the topic of God’s Will. We talked about the Catholic Church’s recent declaration that gender fluidity is against God’s will. We talked about AI and whether that, too, is an affront to God’s will. We were very unclear on how humankind can define what is and what is not God’s will and were uncomfortable with the statements that such and such could be an affront to God. We thought that declaring something an affront was man defining God’s role and not the other way around. It was so pointed out that gender is not declared in the bible as a gift from God but seems to be part of being human. Thus, how could gender fluidity be an affront as it is just a part of creation? Nobody in the discussion could defend, even when playing Devil’s advocate, the position that God’s Will could be defined by humankind, let alone determine that something is an affront to God. We all enjoyed the conversation.

As is the tradition, some of us had some adult beverages. I found Susie’s port collection–I used to buy her all different ports. She liked the sweaters and the cheaper ones. So, drinking some slightly past-it port, I talked theology with church friends.

I got my scissors today (I needed good cutters) and will start cutting up the t-shirts for Susie’s quilt soon. There is a service to turn t-shirts into a quilt. I held back Susie’s T-shirts from being donated. The instructions are to cut the fronts and back off of the t-shirts you want to use. You need 14 inches of material. I tried one and made a mess of it. It was one of mine I did not need anymore–so no loss. I need to go slow with more light on a flat surface. I will try to get this done this weekend. It is one of the many things left to do.

I am still updating Quicken with all my transactions. I am preparing for a business meeting with Dondrea in the next few weeks. Only five weeks are left until the surgery begins to become real. I managed to create a Google Doc and share it with Dondea. If that works, we will put updates there and share the link to the document so folks can track my progress by just reading the updates. Cool, yes?

I got an email from the Volvo Mothership, and they would like to see Air Volvo for the 5-year maintenance. I will likely do that in August. That corresponds to Nike’s bonus month. The car usually wants the money.

Thanks for reading.

Going backward, Wednesday’s gaming ended with us not finishing a board game of Furnance with Z and Corwin at First United Methodist Church in Beaverton—we ran out of time. We did complete a board game, Blood Rage, which is a dudes-on-board and resource management game. It was one of my first Kickstarter games, and I painted all the figures for the game and have most of the expansions also painted. Corwin was insanely lucky and remembered how to play the game and crushed us by nearly lapping my score of fifty and Z behind twenty points. Z seemed to enjoy the chaos that was this board game. I was teaching and managed to score at the bottom, which usually happens when I teach.

Corwin was not going to the gym or driving, so he joined us tonight. We were early and got a slice of pizza at Sizzle Pizza in Old Town Beaverton while we waited. The pizza was great, and the staff was friendly. Recommended. I should not have had that, but it looked so good. I saw another customer with a salad, and that looked great, too. Next time!

Before this, we had our first dinner at the Aloha carts. I had my usual at Bombay Chaat House—all veggie curries and garlic naan—with hot chai to drink. It was sunny and a lovely day, but the air was cold, suggesting the desert cold. So the hot drink was good. Corwin had a spicy noodle and pork soup.

Before this, I ran the new LG Laundry with one towel for the whole cycle. The install went sideways because my connection is too 1970s, so I need a plumber to upgrade it. I have called, and Crown Plumbing will come out and evaluate and plan the work on Monday. Yikes! I was hoping it was not that complex.

The old appliances are gone. It took the delivery men only a moment to clear the old ones. I then, at their suggestion, cleaned out the mess while they prepared the new one. They used a harness and strapped the appliance between them, raised it on the straps, and walked it out. Amazing! I had never seen anything like it. They said it was a new way, and I was impressed. It was simple, easy to control, and just walking. Wow!

They then refused to finish the installation and called in the incident, saying that my connection was old-school and showing some signs of rust. As this had worked for years, I was not expecting it to fail, but I did agree we should upgrade. When they left, I connected the hoses, but there was some leakage until I used a wrench. I then ran a test.

I am an IT professional, and this is a WIFI and computer-controlled device. I just booted it, added laundry soap and conditioner in the tanks (it handles how much to use), and started it. I then stopped it, put in the towel we used to clean up the mess, and ran it. I watched it the whole process. I did return to work a few times when it got boring. Having come from a family that sold these, I do actually find them interesting. The sale pitch comes to mind as I use it–sorry, old family habits. I look at the manual and stop the process a few times, cool, and restart in the same place, fun. There is an app, hmmm.

The newest WIFI-controlled device at the house also washes clothing.

Before this, I make a grilled ham and cheese for lunch, thinking about Susie as I fry the sandwich and then steam it–her favorite way. Also, I found Susie’s lost glasses, which she had replaced with her last blue-cool-looking glasses. They were under gloves and hats. I cleaned out the draw as I continued to clear areas and make the house more organized. Years of illness, COVID-19 isolation, and plain messiness have filled every space with stuff. I also found Susie’s passport, which took her to China. I will send that to Michigan with some other items next week. More stuff to Barb’s house.

I have another minor $61 account still in Susie’s name and SS# that needs to be closed and cashed. I had to call twice and work with a customer service person for twenty minutes to have them send me forms in the mail to close the account and send the cash. This was a leftover when we cashed out the account. The earnings from the mutual fund were paid after we cashed out the account years ago and left a tiny balance. Sometimes, it seems impossible to close out these investment accounts. As I inherited this investment from Susie, it will reset the value to the value on Susie’s passing, so it should not be an accounting challenge to cash it out. Just short-term earnings on the change of the value since 13 Oct 2023. It is a lot of work for $61, but it is the only way to make it disappear.

The day started with me rolling over at 6:30 and rising at 7AM. I then rose and started my day. I made liberal coffee in the French Press and had some of the corn muffins I made yesterday for breakfast. It was ridiculously sunny and nice outside.

Thanks for reading.

I decided to work from home today, Tuesday, as I had too many things to mail and take to GoodWill. I also had to get ready to replace the washer and dryer with an expensive LG gizmo that can do both. I am looking forward to having the space back and to a more efficient appliance.

I woke just before my alarm from my dreams filled with forgotten vistas and events. I cannot recall a moment of the dreams, but I did have a nightmare. I woke at 1AM and then went back to sleep. Too much coffee before bed! I did sleep well the rest of the night. I cannot remember the nightmare, but it woke me, and it took me a moment to know who I was and where I was. Nasty. But someone who writes Dungeons and Dragons and horror stories can dream something unpleasant!

I finally rose just before my alarm. I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at my slippers. I must have fallen asleep sitting as my alarm brought me back to the task at hand. Oh my, that’s not the way to start. “F**k” was my first word for this day.

I attended a few meetings, and missed one as it was added to my calendar after I stepped out. I made a bagel with cream cheese for breakfast (thanks, Joyce), as I have quite a supply available. I made liberal coffee in the French Press, my usual drink in the morning, lots and lots of coffee.

I had assembled the boxes of stuff for Susie’s Concert the day before, plus a duplicate cookbook to send back. All this was to be done at the US Post Office. I loaded it in an Air Volvo. My pants are too loose now, and I struggle to carry the boxes without losing them. I managed to succeed without any unplanned exposure, making two trips. I have clean and stripped underwear under my pants–for you wondering.

I stood in line and brought up my stack of boxes forward (I stacked them in the back of the room while I stood in line), which overwhelmed the mail clerk momentarily. Still, we worked it all out, and she was happy to help when I said I was having a second memorial for my wife in Michigan where other family members could attend. While the ice skates cost more than $900, I insured each box for $500 as that does not require a signature. Barb, Susie’s sister, should get all these on Monday.

Next, again, with the pants issues, I took some more clothing and other items to Goodwill. I also finally took Susie’s brown hat off the hook (the last one I have in the house and her backup hat) and put it in the closet. I am slowly starting to put things away.

I opened some boxes from Ben’s house that had not been opened since we sent them here–Ben was Susie’s dad and had been gone many years now. I tossed the things that were just not meaningful; I will take some of the more commercial items to Goodwill. I found all of Ben’s photos we kept. I may send them soon to Barb. I also have his WW2 metals and every letter Susie sent him. Not sure what to do yet. I found our wedding program in Ben’s stuff and some saved napkins. It made me cry; he had kept it and taken it back to Alaska and kept it with Susie’s letters.

I found a box of our stuff from Maryland that has not been looked into since we moved here. More photos and a few strange items like my Employee of the Month award as a consultant in Baltimore. I will have to dig in more on that one.

I stopped with the closet archeology and made lunch. I found a can of tuna, chopped celery, and onion and added stuff to make a good tuna fish salad. I spread that on another NYC bagel, toasted it, and covered it with cheese slices. Next, I broiled all of this. It was hot and cooked on the bagel. Sadly, I flipped it on the plate by accident and made a mess of it. Nonetheless, it was a good lunch.

I continued to follow along at work. It was a quiet day. I did the dishes, washed everything I could in the existing laundry machines, and put it away. I cleaned off the shelf above the laundry machines of old stuff and made room for the replacement.

I found the steaks (ribeyes) I bought last week and partially defrosted them just enough to separate them. I also made a Caesar salad from a bag and corn muffins from a box. Due to making dinner, I cleaned the kitchen a third time today. Laundy, doing dishes, and putting things in recycling, trash, or away seems constant today.

The recycling bin is stuffed, and the trash is stuffed—five glass things are in the bin. Yes, lots of stuff is getting done.

I held the last Zoom meeting for Nike on Tuesday on the deck, and everyone liked it. I had just finished grilling the steaks, which were beyond medium rare but not yet overdone. It’s my favorite way to cook a big steak. I imagine my neighbors, none of whom were out grilling on a perfect sunny April afternoon with me, smelling those steaks cooking. They need to get to grilling!

I eat while I rewatch the last Mission Impossible movie. I like this one. The driving chase stuff in Rome is fun. The food was great, but too much.

I put away my current SMS Derfflinger 1/700 work and carefully organized the table. I do not like to put away the model, but I want it out of harm’s way when they move the appliance on Wednesday. The model is now back in the box and in the office. Next, I slide in one of the extensions and push the table away from the laundry. Next, I fold and put away all my laundry and towels. Corwin’s clean clothing and towels are piled in a chair. There is now plenty of space to pull the laundry.

Corwin also made a path in the garage of his stuff so the new stuff could come through the garage. I wash the pans and let them dry. I finally finished everything I needed to do. I am tired tonight. I have worked non-stop.

I got a couple of items delivered today. I had to sign for one from the mailman. I purchased stickers for the board game piece of Stroganov, one of my newest games. It is an excellent improvement. I also got my new scalpels for model work. I bought 100 blades already. These came from the UK, and from what I have read, they are a pleasure to use. They are balanced and well-made. I will use them when I can get back to my models like SMS Derfflinger.

And that is when I collected the computers, moved to the office, and wrote this blog. I hope it was not too long or disorganized.

Covering some other thoughts…

A Kickstarter was delivered today, too. It contains maps of London and nearby areas in great detail, set in 1879, for the role-playing game of the same name: 1879. These maps are not sci-fi or historical fiction but an effort to redraw the London area in maps for 1879. I got a spare copy for a friend. They look great.

I still call Leta every day I can. We talked on Facetime, and Leta got to wave at the mailman. I also showed her the maps mentioned above. She loved them.

Thanks for reading.