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I am writing this Tuesday morning and am already running late and having trouble focusing. In other words, it is Tuesday morning. I am not ready for the rest of the week, but let me try…

I rose after 7 and closer to 8. I did not want to write all morning, but 1400+ words that are not trash take time. The weather was cooler, and the sun backed off from being the desert-bleaching California nightmare sun we have had most of the week. The skies were again dark blue with grey, only on the Coastal Mountains from the cold ocean mists, but the smell of smoke persisted. I found frozen Trader Joe’s French Onion soup in the freezer. These are placed in a cup or bowl and then microwaved. While not great, it was still good. I watched YouTube while eating the soup and enjoyed the latest updates on ShipHappens.

Cleaned up, dressed, and remembering my meds at the last minute, I was ready to board Air Volvo. I got to Reedville Creek Park and saw those dreaded words, “No Phone Attached.” I returned to Air Volvo and got my phone. While it is unlikely I will have a vertigo attack or fall hard, it is not OK to have no means to call for help. While still comfortable with a nice breeze, I decided to go to the park. Forest Grove or Hillsboro seemed good alternatives now that I was starting over, but I decided to return to my usual practices.

I managed five loops for about 3,800 steps. The park was busy, but as my timing was different, I did not see anyone I met before. The tennis courts were full with what looked like a line to get the next time. The skateboard park was busy as usual, and a tall dad and daughter passed me, smiling, on skateboards and doing the park together. Yes, that dad is cool.

Next, I enjoyed Safeway and getting the few items I missed last time and a few other items. I finally have cream cheese to go with all those NYC bagels sent from Zabar’s by Joyce! I got a bunch of bananas (mine soon to run out) and tomatoes to go with the lettuce and bacon and good bread I also bought. Jambalaya mix to go with the sausage I bought. I found a pre-cooked chicken, full-sized, for $9.99, slightly cheaper than a raw one–I never understood this. That became a late snack and early dinner with some coleslaw.

Air Volvo loaded and delivered a few bags and chicken-in-a-bag to the Volvo Cave. I soon unloaded and had my snack/dinner of chicken, as mentioned. I had a few hours before a church meeting (not a charge conference like I thought) with the new District Supervisor (the administrator who is the boss of Methodist preachers and nominally of the churches and works at the pleasure of the Methodist bishop who appoints preachers to churches). I washed in alcohol the etched-brass sheets for SMS Derfflinger 1916 that came with the deluxe kit (I also bought a second etched-brass kit, not knowing that the deluxe kit had one). I then let that dry and painted it with fine surface primer, one coat on each side. The bending process will scrap the paint, but the primer allows the regular color to take and cover the scratches. I washed the hard plastic model parts in soap and water. I will let it dry overnight and then spray a coat of primer on it on Tuesday.

After processing and waiting for drying, I board Air Volvo, head to First United Methodist Church, and park outside of the Pride Progress flag, which is pleasantly waving in the cool breeze. We are now in the low 80s, and the church, without the breeze, will be, at best, unpleasant.

The meeting is about two hours long, with a bonus of fifteen minutes for the S/PRC committee (which includes me). It is a pleasant, if not warm, and mostly a meet-and-greet with the new DS, Rev. Karen Hernandez, who is also the DS for all of Idaho (and parts of Eastern Oregon). We listen and tell stories, and I make the mistake of telling a good story and am now tasked with writing it and repeating it for the Conference; next time, I will just listen.

I have many observations, but none I feel should be shared here. I would say the DS seemed to be relieved that we happily received her and were busy trying to make it work in Beaverton still as First United Methodist Church. We did not split off or decide to go on alone when the opportunity arose (with the United Methodist church schism this year). We survived an unpleasant review of our church, the start of the process of closing a church, from the conference. We had many reasons to be unhappy, but instead, Rev. Karen found us ready to try things and pleasant.

I stayed late and showed the DS the signature of the maker of our glass windows. I suggested that she look for who made the windows as she visited churches. It would be interesting to collect that information and share it. She seemed to like the idea, but we will see. Rev. Karen Hernandez has many duties.

Air Volvo brought me home and I had a snack of more chicken and then started on the model of SMS Derfflinger 1916. I finished all the painting of the main decks and started with the nerve-wracking and only-one-chance-to-get-it-right application of the decks. I used my scalpel to carefully separate the plastic from the sticky material of the bow section, then pushed the deck and aligned it to the holes. I had to adjust the deck and risked destroying the overlay, but I managed to align it better on one side. I then did the same with the stern section and it aligned better than the front section. You only get to do this once; usually, you build a certain model ship once in your life (unless you are doing a YouTube channel, then you would do it twice or three times with filming on the last version).

I then took out the tiny brush (called The Pycho by The Army Painter) and painted some missing black for the chain plates for the anchor line, and some mostly accidentally sanded off the mooring cleats that have cutouts in the overlay. The black will hide the fact that they are missing. I have to be careful as the wood overlays are made of wood, and I will drink the paint if I make a mistake.

My plan is to paint all the remaining assemblies before mounting them to avoid wrecking the deck. Next, I will spray the model with a light gloss coat and then use oil paints to add depth and stain the hull. I will also apply the decals as they work better on a smooth gloss coat. Once that is done (and any fixes are made), I will lightly cover the model with a final dull coat to even out the look.

But before I can get to that, I have to fix the deck. The deck overlay is complex near the guns as the original cut a path in the deck but left wood on the other side. This makes the overlay broken, and I have to glue tiny bits back in. I kept the bits when I first removed the decking from laser-cut wood. I have special cement for this kind of task and for the etched brass: G-S Hypo Cement for jewelry and watch work. It is a tough, clear resin-like material that dries slowly (and has toxic fumes, but is used in tiny amounts). I glued the tiny bits in place and created a bit for one area that did not survive. It will be below a gun and likely not even seen. The final work is excellent. I place the next level of decks; it covers well and aligns with the overlay. Perfect. It has been a long journey to reach this first milestone.

I took up the etched brass and started building the first three pieces (of many), which took me a stressful hour. I carefully moved the parts to an Occre storage system (Occre makes plastic storage bins as part of their modeling experience). This idea of storing parts in closed bins is one of the reasons I look forward to building their wood models next year (I have one waiting for me to get it in my work queue).

Bending, gluing, and storing the tiny parts is harsh, but it will get easier as I do it more. I remember having these issues on my build of HMS Dreadnaught 1906 1/350. I got better and better as I went on. I am also happy that the first parts are not in direct view, so slight imperfections will not draw the eye (and may be invisible to most folks at this scale). Care on the decks, guns, mast, and funnels are needed; most have little etched brass.

I stop at about 11, shower, and spend another hour reading in bed, enjoying General Grant’s plans for 1864. I sleep but wake in the cold and have to prove hydration a few times.

Thanks for reading!

 

Sunday morning was a rush. I was up near 7 and spent the morning writing the blog. I managed to get some coffee, toast, and a banana while I was writing. I also read the news, updated Quicken, and loaded dishes in the dishwasher. Soon, it was 9, and I was rushing, and the last few bits of the blog were done without much re-reading. I cleaned up, dressed in a dress shirt, Pride tie, black shoes, and a sweater vest; my summer church wear. Now ready to leave, I finished and published the blog.

Air Volvo, still shiny from the car wash on Friday and nearly fully gassed from Friday’s fill-up, faced surprisingly heavy and slow-moving traffic on TV Highway. I had to redirect to Farmington Road, which was nearly empty (usual for a Sunday morning), and soon arrived safely. The Pride Progress flag on the church side entrance was flapping nicely in the light breeze (Z and I replaced the older and fading Pride and slightly broken pole a few weeks ago).

Dondrea was preaching, and the music in the hymnal was easy to sing. I find that the ordained Methodist preachers, Dondrea is not ordained, often pick the most obscure hymns that include words from the sermon. Dondrea’s sermon covered the last words of the epistle of James. Dondrea leans into her Native American family roots and her recent trip to say goodbye to her stepfather and visit the holy places in the Bad Lands. She shares with us her belief (and also in the text in James) that prayer and the process of praying helps us to better connect with the universe and find peace. Dondrea reminded us of the story of Apolo 13 and that the whole world stopped and prayed. Dondrea finished with some Lakota words and translated prayer. While I know that Dondrea struggled with writing and preparing the sermon (we text often), she was not over-prepared–something I often see with preachers, and remained focused on the message. It worked, and I could see that many listeners were moved.

Here is the prayer (found on the Internet; I believe it is in the public domain):

Mitakuye Oyasin

– A Lakota Prayer –

Aho, Mitakuye Oyasin … All my relations, I honour you in this circle of life with me today. I am grateful for this opportunity to acknowledge you in this prayer….

To the Creator, for the ultimate gift of life, I thank you.

To the mineral nation that has built and maintained my bones and all foundations of life experience, I thank you.

To the plant nation that sustains my organs and body and gives me healing herbs for sickness, I thank you.

To the animal nation that feeds me from your own flesh and offers your loyal companionship in this walk of life, I thank you.

To the human nation that shares my paths a soul upon the sacred wheel of Earthly life, I thank you.

To the Spirit nation that guides me invisibly through the ups and downs of life and for carrying the torch of light through the Ages, I thank you.

To the Four Winds of Change and Growth, I thank you.

You are all my relations, my relatives, without whom I would not live. We are in the circle of life together, co-existing, co-dependent, co-creating our destiny. One, not more important than the other. One nation evolving from the other, and yet each dependent upon the one above and the one below. All of us a part of the Great Mystery.

Thank you for this Life.

After the service, some church members and Dondrea invited me to a drag show in Portland on Friday; excellent. Grabbing one last coffee, I headed home in Air Volvo. There (traffic was light), I removed the tie and the leather shoes and made lunch. I used the microwave on one of Trader Joe’s frozen dinners. The food does not seem to be over-prepared, and the Chicken Tikka is not bad (still not as spicy as I make it), but just one smallish portion. Perfect.

It was already too hot for a walk, but it would remain just around 90F (32C) and without sticky humidity. The California-style clear, hot sun would bleach everything. The deep blue skies would change to light grey blue as smoke filled the valley. While the air quality meter was good, there was something in the smoke. Hives haunted me again when I tried to sleep later. Ugh!

I had a few hours free and no wish to go outside and cough and sneeze more, so I painted more of the deck on my SMS Derfflinger 1916 model. I was able to freehand some fine details on the deck and correct some overpainting. My The Army Painter brushes make all this possible. I try to make some progress every day. This is a six-month to a year project to build this model, and the only way to face such a huge undertaking, something Michelle V taught me years ago at Nike, is just to keep working and get further every day. Just get something more done every day, and soon, you will find yourself surprised to be in the finishing steps.

I headed out in my Air Force Ones, dress shirt, and vest to a party at Dr. Ernest’s house. I stopped by Safeway and picked up a bunch of flowers to bring; Safeway has the best flowers. I was early, and this gave me time to head to the Hillsboro library to remember where it was; I now have a library card. I found a shady spot and read some emails and updates.

Dr. Ernest, who runs the Hillsboro Machine Learning and Python meetup, has a lovely house, and I was invited to a family party as a guest. Dinner was nice; we talked about AI and computers, and folks were surprised that I write Python for fun and not part of my job at Nike (before I retired). We even talked about Jenkins and CI/CD, a very obscure topic. I had a nice time.

I left at 7ish and then called Corwin after Air Volvo returned me to the Volvo Cave. Corwin was delivering food in the hot weather in his un-AC’d truck. I offered him dinner. I had a light second dinner. Soup and some lotus root with veggies at the local Chinese food joint that Corwin picked out. He had a huge soup and rice dish. I had some of the rice and veggies with soup and let him take the rest home.

After that nice break, I sneezed and coughed for just a few minutes exposure to the air outside. F**k! Once that stopped, I put on my 3X bifocal safety glasses, picked up my fine brushes, and returned to my model. I painted the decks XF-78 Wooden Deck Tan that will be covered by the thin laser-cut wood overlays. I also painted the black markings for the guns and other deck furniture (the model building name for various deck stuff you have to build or paint). Again, this is tiny millimeter-sized stuff and perfect for The Pycho and Kolinsky Masterclass brushes (the names say it all about the use of the brushes). I will have more corrections to make after the paint dries overnight. I try to make smaller and smaller mistakes until I cannot correct a mistake. When I take off the bifocals, I often can’t see the issue.

I shower (to get rid of any pollen or other irritants that might cling to me), dress in clean PJs, and turn to reading. Strategy and Tactics Quartly Fall 2024: Grant’s Overland Campaign is just excellent (you can find it in the finest bookstore magazines on military stuff). General Bell (ret.) writes an excellent story and the color drawing and plots of the battles make the text work. I played these battles against Bill years ago and can recommend Grant’s Gamble (I gave away most of my two-person wargames, but I liked this one with its simple rules and play) if you want to try your hand at this. I have read many books about them. It is hard for me to put down this issue, but this is an acquired taste if you have not delved into the American Civil War histories.

With troops moving across Virginia in 1864, I turned off the lights and soon slept. Around 1, I woke cold and climbed under the blankets. I woke again for more proof of hydration.

Thanks for reading!

Our leader for games on Saturday is camping, and Kathleen was unable to join me in Portland. It was a quiet Saturday.

I rose at 6, with the sunrise waking me at 5. I tried to roll over and return to sleep, but the hives drove me to get up and treat them. I was itchy all day. I was able to control most of the hives with some skin cream and taking a morning shower. Something in the smoke is making me sneeze and react. The air quality is good, but something in the air is irritant. I must have walked through something and carried it into the house. I will wash the bedding as that usually helps.

I wrote a long blog, but as I started early, I was through before 11. I had the usual distractions, but I wrote more than 1,800 words. Again, there were many asides and musing and a few rewrites to remove ‘so’ and then to re-write the re-write from Grammarly, which is out of its AI’s mind. I still use the service as it finds missed plurals and other basic mistakes that I find difficult to spot. Grammarly attempt to rewrite a paragraph often requires me to correct its updates. I often reject its more invasive recommendations.

I’m happy to publish the blog before noon; I shower, shave, and so on to be prepared for Saturday. A text updates me that Dondrea has already done her run, which motivates me to put on my Air Force Ones and head out. The air has a hint of pine and smoke, and the sun is not yet burning hot. There are some clouds in the sky, and some of the blue is dark, meaning the smoke is not heavy; it still feels cool from the evening. Air Volvo takes me to Reedville Creek Park and soon I am walking the loops.

The group of Asian men, now one with a girlfriend, is there again, sitting at a bench and doing something on their phones. They are intense and then walk, looking at their phones the whole time, to another bench. They go back and forth on the benches. The girl is as intense as the others looking at her phone while having an arm around one of the men.

Another couple was running and walking the same loop. I told them that I measured that loop at 725 steps or thereabouts. Later, we stopped and chatted, and they said that steps are a function of heights and that the loop is about 1/3 of a mile. The world is literally smaller for taller people. We both continue with our loop. The park is busy and at least four groups are on the loop this Saturday morning. I managed to complete five loops, with the last one being hard, but I feel I might be able to do six soon. Better.

I stop by Sonics and commit a lunch sin, but a favorite lunch. I have a foot-long Coney Island dog with chopped chili, onions, and cheese. I have a Coke Zero for the first time–not terrible. The onion rings, extra, were not worth eating. I listened to the end of “Wait, Wait…Don’t Tell Me” and some of “Live Wire” on Oregon Public Broadcasting (OPB). Having a Coney Island and listening to my favorite shows on OPB was nice.

After dumping the trash (and most of the onion rings) in the supplied container, Air Volvo headed to Big River Coffee across from the car wash, which I did not need, having washed Air Volvo on Friday. I had no pen in the car to mark Post-Its arrows with notes. I opened the Annotated Sherlock Holmes to “The Musgrave Ritual,” which is sort of a treasure hunt story, and found the footnotes quite interesting (this is the older 1968 book, not the new and more expensive annotated copy). The footnotes were about the streets, buildings, and living costs.

This caught my attention, and soon, I was on my laptop searching Abebooks.com for an 1887 London travel guide–the year the telling of “The Musgrave Ritual” by Holmes to Watson, according to the experts. These older travel instruction documents are often inexpensive and can be found in good condition. I have a whole collection for the 1920s. There were few choices for London, but there is a special version for Americans: Charles A. Gillig’s guide to London and important suburban districts: specially compiled for the use of American travellers, 1887. I could not find an original for cheap, but the book reprinters and binders in India offered a $40 leather-bound copy of a print from a digital copy. What the hell, I thought, and I ordered one (it takes a month). I have two other reprint books the same way and like them. I like to be precise when writing about the past.

I return to the Volvo Cave after finishing my coffee and finding reading not what I want to do. Then I sit down with my new Strategy and Tactics Quartly Fall 2024: Grant’s Overland Campaign. I have played these battles and Grant’s earlier chaotic victories in the West (back then, the Ohio Valley was West), and I find I was wrong, and I can read. I finish the prologue. This issue is written by a retired General Bell (no relation, I think), and I enjoy his writing style. I have a subscription to these quarterly military history publications as they are current-thinking and colorful, and I often read 1/2 of the whole magazine.

I do some more research on investing. I discovered that the Treasury’s short-term instruments, as their quality is unquestioned, pay low rates for inflation-protected options. I can get the same rate in my savings account without locking in for years.

I managed to put down Grant’s story. I head to The 649 for a beer and a light dinner. I brought my laptop, hoping to do some more writing. Natalia is bartending, and I have not seen her in months. We catch up, and I have a lighter summer beer and find a seat that points out the window. Most of the tables are already in use, and no smaller tables have proper light.

I wrote for a while and then started back into my AI story of Holms and Watson as AI creations. I found an ending with Holms refusing to accept a poorly created client interface. I thought having an AI refuse to work with its creator over bad software was fun. I was able to finish the first draft and will return to editing it and smoothing it out soon.

I also discovered a 4.6% interest for 100K CDs at US Bank and locked in one for seven months. I will leave much of my money liquid, but getting some good interest on 1/3 works for me. I also ordered a coffee while doing high finance and a hummus platter with mostly veggies, some cheese, and some pita bread.

I returned home after paying the bill. I returned to my model building now that it was dark and beyond 9. I finished painting the hull of SMS Derfflinger 1916 by adding a thin black line to the bottom of the waterline model. I started to read the etched brass instructions and removed the plastic that brass would replace. I primed one sheet of brass and then discovered that the parts were scattered across multiple brass sheets. I will have to prime them all before I start on the full build. With this kind of model building, you ignore the plastic model instructions and follow the new instructions with the etched brass. You build the model in sections and assemble it all at once. This will prevent you from breaking and smashing up the brass you built previously.

At 10, I decided that I was not going to open, clean, wash, or prime ten sheets of brass. I returned to reading about Grant and soon showered and headed to bed. I have to wait for The Machine to finish with the sheets. I remake the bed and soon sleep.

(the bourbon rose is reblooming!)

Thanks for reading. Sorry, the last section was rushed as I ran out of time.

I rose slowly on Friday with the hot California-like sun bleaching everything, found the kitchen (it had not moved), and started my day. I noticed that the dark blue in the sky was gone as the smoke added grey to the blue. The air quality has not become dangerous, according to the Internet, as the fires are in the Cascades and the Oregon high desert (and California and Idaho).  So far, the population in the valley has appeared to have learned that fireworks and lighting fires in tinder-dry fields and forests is not only illegal but stupid, and unmonitored children are not given matches and fireworks (unlike in 2020). While temperatures reached 100F (39C) on Thursday, Friday would be kinder, with heat around 92F (33C) with almost no humidity–desert weather. I also have the AC set at 73F for the Volvo Cave that filters the air. I am cool, and my allergies are less in the house.

I wrote on Friday a blog of over 2,000 words and was not done, with many interruptions, until just before 1. The blog had many asides and many musings. This blog records and shares my experiences and thoughts, those that are appropriate to share in a public setting, with you, dear reader. Some days, it is a task to get through it; others, I want to linger, think, and share. I have been writing for years now (yes, years now) and have over 1,600 posts. Writing the blog is now part of my life, and I think it is a duty (yes, almost a religious duty) to remember each day. With my retirement from the shoe company and the funding from my layoff (it was a s**t-load of money), I am not rich, but I think I have enough to avoid returning to work–unless I want to. I can spend the morning writing and drinking liberal coffee.

Breakfast was a banana and toast with butter. I have not stopped by a grocery shop to get some cream cheese for all those NYC bagels waiting for me (thanks, Joyce). As I mentioned, I made liberal Equal Exchange brand coffee in my French Press. I wrote, read the news, and explored the transactions for the last few days in Quicken. Folks texted me, and we texted for much of the morning. I wrote a few asides and musings and removed ‘so’ from my writings and from Grammarly updates that put ‘so’ in my writing.

My usual sequence is to clean up, shave, and dress after I finish the blog. But I don’t like to cross the imagined line of noon unprepared to face the day, so I left the blog unfinished while I prepared to face the day. Dressed, shaved, and presentable, I finished the blog just before 1. I reheated some of the blackened (just the skin) chicken I grilled on Thursday with a potato with sour cream and butter. The chicken was good, and I only finished 3/4 of the potato. I eat smaller meals now–another success and necessary for weight loss.

I got a text from Kathleen, and we are meeting in Clackamas, Oregon, to enjoy the new Deadpool movie. This means a 27-mile trip across Beaverton and Portland, which Air Volvo Nav says is a twenty-minute trip. I expect an hour with early afternoon rush-hour traffic. I do a few chores in the house and then board Air Volvo. First refueling and then a car wash as the windshield is sprinkled with tree sap (a hazard here in the summer). Next, I head to Beverton and park in Old Town near my church, First United Methodist Church, still flying the Pride Progress flag that Z and I put up a few weeks ago–nobody has taken it (I have replaced many and have a spare flag and poll ready). The new poll allows the flag to flap more. I head to Beaverton Library (a function of Washington County).

I signed up for a library card there (it is good for Washington County), as I am retired and have time to check out books instead of buying them for my Kindle or at a bookstore. I do like to own history books and other heavily footnoted books. I check the references and often will order a copy of a referenced book or article online (Abebooks.com).

To get a card, they point you to a library workstation with a browser set to let you create an online account. Once my online account was created, I took a photo of that information. I took this and my driver’s license (proof I was me and my address) to the main desk and completed the process. I also received a fast explanation of the services and a physical card with my true account number.

This was done within my time limits, and I headed to the movie with an hour available for travel time. Traffic was heavy and stopped often. The highways included many stressed drivers making risky and extra-legal lane changes and exits. I was careful, conservative, and watchful as it was more likely they would hit Air Volvo than Air Volvo hitting the imaginative drivers. Being retired, I would prefer to keep Air Volvo for a few more years.

I had to cross Beaverton and Portland and hit separate traffic snarls for each transition. Kathleen texted me to let me know that her bus was missing and she was having trouble connecting. It is not good to text and drive, so I tried to keep that to a minimum and instead called Kathleen with Handsfree phone access. I reached my target after an hour of enjoying weird driving with stressed-out folks from Oregon and Washington State (Sprinkled with shell-shocked visitors. “How can they be so polite, slow, and terrible drivers simultaneously,” I imagine visitors think). I arrived at the theater, took Air Volvo to Kathleen’s house, and picked her up; she never connected with the buses and returned to the theater.

We decided on dinner after the movie and went to Deadpool and Wolverine 3D, which started in a few minutes. We were in a nearly empty theater (the movie’s big opening was a week ago) and seated with the previews already going. The movie was entertaining and funny. Kathleen and I laughed through the whole movie. It does strongly reference the previous Deadpool and Wolverine movies, and seeing them helps you understand some of the jokes, but it would not degrade your experience if you missed them. I actually hated the last Wolverine movie, but I thought it was well done. I thought this movie, Deadpool and Wolverine, was surprisingly good, and all the action scenes looked great in 3D. 

Dinner was at the Margarita Factory. I bought a pair of Texas Taco salads, one each (beef for me and shredded chicken for Kathleen), which, while not looking large, were surprisingly filling, and neither of us finished one. I stayed with iced tea; avoiding alcohol, especially mixed drinks, seems to help the weight loss. Our appetizer was delivered late (almost as dessert) and mostly untouched. While the staff was friendly, the crowd was young and dressed (or, more correctly said, slightly undressed) for the heat and happy, the food was expensive, and the drinks not cheap. Thus, it is hard to recommend the place. I would call it an expense report joint.

Air Volvo took Kathleen home in the First Class seat (and co-pilot seat). Before saying goodbye, we planned a possible game on Saturday night (but that would not happen). My return flight across Portland and Beaverton in the early evening was uneventful. I arrived in Beaverton after sunset and twilight was surrending to night.

My model was ready for more work, and it was dark, signaling no reason to go outside. I put on my nitrile gloves, which prevent me from getting fingerprints on the model of SMS Derfflinger 1916–a new process for me. I am hand painting the model, and I painted the XF-66 Light Grey on the port side of the ship model. It will take two coats, so each is light and dries fast. I also painted the deck XF-78 Wooden Deck Tan, which I think is a bit dark but is the recommended color. This requires painting around the plastic-modeled deck furniture and structures. I use my figure painting brushes for this work. I have my 3X bifocals safety glasses, but I steam them up a few times. I actually paint some tiny bits without them. While neither is a perfect paint job, I find I can make smaller and smaller mistakes on each pass. Next time, I will correct the deck painting and paint the deck items XF-9 Sky Grey to match the superstructure.

(The model with some of the parts and deck overlays set in place. You can see a section that is missing, as it has to be assembled from brass-etched and plastic parts. All the gun barrels, I think, are replaced, meaning I have to start reworking the plastic parts to include the brass bits and then prime and paint them Sky Grey. The darker deck color paint can be seen in the piece missing.)

The Imperial German Navy’s (1871-1919) capital ships operated generally in the misty and often rough North Sea and calmer Baltic. The ships are painted to match the darker water and mist, making them harder to range. In the age of coal and harsh oil black smoke, the smoke would give away a ship’s position long before they were spotted. The paint was to make it harder to measure the range for firing. Getting missed by a battleship was preferred to being easily ranged and hit. History records that the British overshot in their first rounds of shots at SMS Derfflinger and other German Battlecruisers in the only large fleet engagement in WW1, Jutland 1916. It is thus important for a modeler to repeat within reason the same scheme–it is part of the history of SMS Derfflinger 1916.

Aside: The lovely wooden decks cannot be seen from the side and thus did not help the enemy range the ship. Only when planes and radio communication became effective in the late 1930s did the bright wood become a liability. In WW2, the US Navy overpainted much of the beautiful teak wood with dark blue. IJN Yamato, the largest battleship every made, decks were painted a dirty grey towards the end of the war. Model builders often will build a WW2 ship with bright decks, as making them dirty and dark is a shame. I have seen a blue-painted wood overlay for American WW2 battleship models!

Here is IJN Yamato with overpainted decks in one of her last battles: IJN Yamato.

I discovered a small section of SMS Derfflinger is now wood covered in the latest 3D drawings. I do not have an overlay for this tiny bit. I looked for a generic 1/700 scale deck for sale. My eBay account is blocked as eBay security (all AI-controlled) decided I was hacked–nope. F**k. I talk to their AI-controlled phone tree and chatbots. My old phone number is still associated with the account. There were no humans to rescue me. Thus, I cannot use eBay. I try to create a new account, but you cannot use the same email on a different account. F**k.

It is past 11, and I decide I can manage without eBay and make my own deck tomorrow with a pencil, ruler, and some leftover unused wood overlay decking. I head to the shower, get in my PJs, and read. I am soon nodding off, so I get up, take my pills, use some eye grease, and head back to bed. I am soon asleep. I wake twice for proof of hydration. My allergies have me waking with hives at 5AM. I rise early and deal with it. Yikes!

Thanks for reading.

Thursday started with me rising just before 8. It is another hot summer day, with the winds dropping and smoke in the valley. Many forest fires, including a few large ones, are burning, especially in California. The temperature for The Volvo cave deck (outside) reached 97F (36C) on Thursday. I stayed inside most of the day and forgo any walking until late.

I spent the morning with a banana and the last croissant from Beaverton’s Tous Les Jours bakery. I made liberal coffee and could taste justice all morning. Justice is not revenge, as most people believe, but the right things happening for the right reasons for widows, orphans, and the poor.

I write yet another, it seems, endless blog about yesterday. I was slightly time-boxed as I had lunch with Scott. We both retired from Nike and agreed to meet weekly or at least a few times a month to stay connected. We both get busy and sometimes forget about the meeting. “When every day is Saturday, it is hard to remember it is Thursday,” Scott said once, and I agree.

Before lunch, I completed the transactions to buy $10,000 in savings bonds at 4.28%, a type that is adjusted for inflation. I also transferred much of the after-tax-deferred compensation lump payment to my savings account. I also signed on to ADP and printed out the paystub that covers this payment. All of this was done with Quicken transfers to align with these money movements. Neatness counts with money and dealing with the Fed and the IRS!

Aside: Deferred compensation is another higher-earner tool for tax avoidance. I stacked a percentage of my earnings after social security and medicare payments (matched by my employer as I was not an independent contractor) into a before-tax investment. These earnings would enjoy (or suffer) the index funds’ performance–I did very well. I would set a percentage and distribution method each year when I leave my employer (the shoe company in this case). In well-off and multiple high-earner families, 100% of an earning would often be shielded from State/Federal/Local taxes. At a later date, retirement, for example, the distributions would begin. Continuing the example, someone who moved to Texas would greatly reduce the State/Local tax burden compared to receiving the distribution while still residing in Oregon. Also, this is taxed as income, and usually, a retired person has a much lower taxable income later in their life. Thus, all these taxes are avoided or reduced. Meaning that the rich and wealthy pay less. Not sure I am a fan of this tax break for well-heeled families, but I used it, though my plan faltered when I retired this year and not two years from now.

I finished the blog after ten, dressed, and started to organize my work table more. I am going back to model building and figure painting. The tools for model building are much smaller, and few need to be plugged into the wall. I am not using my airbrush and not spraying much paint except for the grey-colored Mr. Surfacer primer. Hard plastic does not take Tamiya Color Acrylic Paint well without a primer. Also, when hand brushing, you also have to be ready for two coats and lots of tiny fixes unless masking (and then there is always something still).

I use a scalpel to make cuts and leave X-acto blades for limited use for heavy cutting. Scalpel blades cannot take the stress of hard cuts and are so sharp that a mistake could send you to the ER! I use the wickedly sharp English Steel Swann-Morton blades (like the movie, “So sharp that just looking at them, you get cut”). If you are cutting cardboard or curves, use an X-acto knife with a fresh blade. If you want to remove the micro bump, the scalpel is perfect, and the sharper, the better.

Returning to our story, Air Volvo boards and I take the next flight to Elephants Delicatessen in moderate traffic. My worst trips to Portland are Thursdays, and I seldom travel to Portland on Thursdays to play games or for dinner–it is messy in Beaverton. I arrive thirty minutes early, surprising me, and I walk through Best Buy as planned. I wanted to be at the Cedar Hills Mall, the location of the delicatessen, to look at headphones. None have the ability to send all the sound to one side. I find I only hear half the music as stereo technology splits the sound. I have no hearing on the left side and miss some of the sound; it appears the setup is on the source. Hmmm.

I walked in the heat, already over 85F (30C), and soon saw Scott in his red jeep. We found drinks and then ordered sandwiches and found a table outside. We saw some folks from Nike who were happy to see two retired guys, and we chatted for a few moments until our food was delivered. Scott and I talked about Scott’s lawn work, my health, and my issues with depression. Scott had just read “Howard’s Lockdown,” and he seemed to like it, but he thought it a bit chaotic (my words) and spotted a typo I know about and suggested a change for usage (“marked” to “labeled”). He found DriveThruFiction not easy to use and the AI generated art I put in the text interesting but strange. He had to guess how some of the art connected to the text; I might need some titles for the art.

I learned from Scott that I will have to be more careful with my transitions in my Sci-Fi writing. I have seen this in other sci-fi I have read. The writer gets too attached to the events and exciting words to describe them and forgets to be the narrator. I love feedback—thanks, Scott.

For those who would like to give my writing a spin: DriveThruFiction.

It was good catching up, and we will meet next Friday. I headed back as the smoke and heat grew. I spent the afternoon not doing much but reading, organizing my workspace, doing dishes, and making dinner. I had two Zoom meetings.

I started on the church committee S/PRC (Bob asked me to join, and I could not turn him down) via a Zoom call at 2PM today. I am retired and can make these times. This is the HR committee for a Methodist Church, and all of the meetings cannot be shared. I did manage to only have one takeaway task from the meeting.

An hour later, I had my Zoom call with my neurosurgeon, Doctor G. He was happy to see me, and we both agreed I was doing very well. He could not spot the paralyzation on the left side of my face. He thinks the taste and control issues in my mouth are related to his nerve work and believes it will take as much as a year to clear, but it will fade away. He told me that the tumor was not likely to return as the blood supply to the tumor was removed. I was excited to see the before and after pictures. The MRI also shows a non-dangerous lesion on the right side–always startling. I will have a follow-up MRI (I hate those) next May or so.

All was good, and we both were smiling, and he was happy to see the weight loss, too, “That is hard to do,” he said to me. I replied that “death” is a good motivator, which got a smile. I thanked him for the good work and told him I would recommend him–he thought that funny. Unless things go strange, we signed off of Zoom and will not likely see each other again, maybe once after the MRI, but I expect to see a staffer instead, if the MRI is not interesting. Let’s plan for boring.

I got out the chicken quarters and soaked them in kosher teriyaki sauce I found at Whole Foods. It was now nearing 100F (39C) on the deck, and when I lighted the gas grill, it seemed like it was already lighted!

I might have set the chicken on fire a few times. It was still good, but it took a while to get to an internal temperature of 165F; yes, I checked. Inside, I reheated the couscous and cooked some green beans with almonds, butter, and garlic powder (just a small amount). The beans were from the freezer (it was too hot and smoky to visit the 185th Produce stand—and I forgot to stop on the way back from Beaverton), but they were still good.

I had my blackened-skin chicken, and it was quite good and just cooked–not overcooked this time. Dinner was good, but I was surprised that the cooking tools were hot to the touch just from being in the sun! It was not comfortable (to understate) on the deck at a hot grill.

Aside: I am still struggling with Grammarly rewriting my words to less correct or strange order. It is out of its AI mind.

I tried TV and some movies, but I was not tired and soon returned to my work area. I got my nitrile exam gloves; I am seeing more and more people using them for model and electronic work. I located my cigar box with my etched brass tools and related tools. I find old wooden cigar boxes perfect storage for tiny model-building tools.

I locate a large brush, mask the deck, and, with gloves, paint the side of my SMS Derfflinger 1916 Flyhawk model. The color, EF-66 Light Grey, dries darker than when it is brushed on, and while not perfect like an airbrush, the look works, I think. The ship (finally scrapped as an upside-down wreck after WW2) had no color pictures. Instead, modelers like me have to go with expert interpretations of the written record. With the advent of computer 3D modeling, ships like SMS Derfflinger have been recreated in full color in books and online with extreme detail and notes about how the author/artist came to certain conclusions (some that may be disputed or updates to previous incorrect interpretations). The details available are actually dizzying to a model builder like me.

It is hard for me to start a model as I see all the mistakes and to do is to risk. I finally began to paint more of the model, starting and stopping. I have used laser-cut wood overlays for decking for WW1 models. This avoids all the painting and trying to make the deck look like wood and all the lines that need to be perfect but are tiny. The masking to perfect these deck lines is very difficult and time-consuming (and not fun). I got out my best and unused 28mm figure painting brushes from The Army Painter: The Psycho and Kolinsky Masterclass. These are magic brushes that put paint where you want it. I cannot stress how good these are. I managed to paint the tiny deck bits and only paint in millimeters of the surface. When dry, I can correct the mistakes. I use 3X bifocal eye protection and lots of light. I have to hold the model in various positions to get the deck colors on the side of the tiny bits that are the capstones. I paint the anchor plates and the gun markings and over-paint a small amount. I stop there to let the paint dry, and when I make three mistakes, it’s time to stop. While the lines are not perfect, most will be covered by the overlay. I am just ensuring the colors will align (grey under wood is not a good look).

(Yes, that is a US penny on the model, and the wood overlay is just set on)

With that, my back and legs are sore from the intensity of the model work (it is a kind of workout), so I shower and read in bed. I return to a Star Trek book and notice how the transitions are done in the book. They are very intentional. Interesting.

I take my pills, put in the eye grease, and try to fall asleep. I get up and search and finally find the plastic that is near the vent and has been making an annoying crackling sound for a week. My hearing does not allow me to locate the sound. Everything is somewhere right as that is the only working ear.

With the sound gone, I sleep and wake twice to prove hydration.

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