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Around midnight on Thursday, the rains halted. The water reached my rose bush and was the most we have seen in a few years. It was about two inches of rain in about twelve hours. The ground was soaked by the earlier rains that day, and our usual local flooding, sort of large puddles here, and some local creeks and rivers overflowing elsewhere. Writing this on Friday morning, the waters are receding already.

I got up around 7 and had some coffee I had prepared the night before. I had a 9, and so soon I was in the shower and all that to make the appointment with Jack at the church. There via Air VW the Gray, we soon resolved the outstanding issues (except for a light switch that needs to be fixed).

I headed back home, wrote the blog, and found more coffee. I had made scones the night before (forgot to put that in the blog), a bit undercooked, but the Lemon Ginger was bright. I had that with coffee while writing the blog. Once that was done, published, and decided to let the rain remain outside while I stayed inside.

I had a chicken cordon bleu from Market of Choice, roasted carrots as a side (I overcooked them to near-mush), and couscous as the starch. I like to make a great lunch once in a while, then just have snacks for dinner (if anything). I took the premade, stuffed, and breaded chicken and grilled it on a small non-stick pan until all sides were browned. I then added it to the already peeled and split carrots, which were baking in some oil and salt. The digital thermometer, getting the goods out of the oven, read hot enough. I had cooked raisins and Indian-style spices in butter and set them aside. I added the couscous to that and then hot water to finish. Soon I had a nice lunch.

I decided to buy Moonraker, the old Roger Moore James Bond movie. It had been showing up in my feeds of late. I forgot how dated these old Bond movies are. Though Tim Cook or Elon easily fit the mood for the villain, Hugo Drax. And yes, Dr. Goodhead is the name from the original author. Jaws, not the shark, makes his appearance in this film. It is a ridiculous film.

Corwin appeared. We get out Fate of the Fellowship of the Ring and play until about 3, as Mariah wanted to meet again for the holidays in Portland. At first, I did not want to travel in the wet, but then I thought it would be fine; it had rained here before, and I couldn’t let the rain stop me.

Air VW the Gray traveled in the wet darkness as the sun was gone, soon as it was near the Winter Solstice. Beaverton was slower than the raindrops, and various drivers seemed scared, and there was lots of braking for nothing. We made it through the usual slow spots and crossed a bridge to reach Hopworks off Powell.

Mariah was waiting for us, and she got a present of the presidential library magnets (Nixon, Carter, and JFK) I had been collecting for her, but kept forgetting to bring. I had an Old Fashioned and shared fries and pretzels instead of dinner. We talked about travel, the holidays, and some of our dreams.

We said our goodbyes and will meet again in 2026. The drive back was dark and usual. Corwin and I, once at the house, had more coffee (I had switched to coffee at Hopworks as I had to drive in the dark) and finished the LOTR game. We used different characters this time, and it played well. Corwin focused on destroying the Dark Lord’s troops (we had Gandalf and other characters who were good at stopping them). I played Frodo and dodged the bad guys until I had enough resources to reach Mordor, and we made our roll. A win, though seven dice with six Nazguls! I had three rerolls and rolled almost all blanks, a lucky day!

After that, Corwin headed home, and I watched another Halo episode. While it was interesting, it wasn’t enough of a story to recommend it. It is for fans of Halo.

Deborah sent me a cookbook, The Talisman of Happiness by Afa Boni. This book, finally revised in English and for American cooks, has been the standby, according to what I have read, in Italy, and is now available to Americans. It has over 1,600 recipes! I enjoyed flipping through the book and thinking about cooking a few items! I sent one to Deborah, too, without knowing she sent me one.

Time disappeared, and soon I was reading in bed. Sleeping lightly, at best. I woke at 4 and finally slept after getting up for a while.

Thanks for reading!

 

 

 

I had a rushed morning this Thursday and just started writing the blog at 11ish, late for me.

The storm has hit, and this Thursday, I watched the water in my backyard rise to over 2 inches. It has increased 1/2 an inch in an hour. But the volume increases with the cube, so it will take 4x as much water for the next inch. That is not likely to happen. Susie’s cedar is in the puddle and looks quite happy.

Returning to Wednesday, I rose late, after 8:30, and felt better, but I was tired by 7 in the evening. The day seemed to just disappear from me. I remember spending the morning trying to write the blog. It was a lovely sunny morning, and the birds and squirrels were out with even a flicker in my backyard.

By early evening, the sprinkles started, and another 2-4 inches of rain was inbound.

(Belting in for the winds and then rain)

While the winds hit and shook us, the coast took damage, and the historical lighter-than-air hangar was damaged. It is now a museum. Docks were destroyed, and there are reports of flooding and trees down.

I received some input for the Church Refresh project that raised an issue. I called the contractor and received an email from the architect on the issue. On Thursday, I met with folks about the issue, and it was not a construction-caused issue but an existing one. This took much of my time and headspace on Wednesday.

I received the mail and my last book purchase from NOLA, which took a while to find its way here. There were some books Donna, Dondrea, and I looked at, and I decided to purchase. It was like an unexpected Christmas gift. Excellent!

No lunch and just a bagel and coffee with a banana, I headed, still with my head spinning on the Refresh issue, and went to Great Clips and got my haircut. They were not busy, and I waited ten minutes to get to the chair, and the folks remembered me. I got my usual biz man cut off the ears and cleaned up. I looked better.

I next stopped at Market of Choice and picked out some pre-arranged meals. A stuffed Cornish hen and a chicken cordon bleu, plus eggnog and apple cider for the holidays. I returned home with this and saw, once again, that the clock was running faster than I expected. Corwin appeared to finish cleaning the gutters and managed to get some of it done before dark came. I made an early dinner and split the Cornish hen with him, plus a baked potato (though microwaving never seems to work) and steamed carrots.

We watched Halo together; it was a CGI wonderland and not a bad story. I then said good night to Corwin and chatted with Deborah for a while. I was tired, and we talked for a while before saying good night.

I went to bed not much later and read until I nodded off and was surprised to be sleeping before 11. The storm woke me a few times.

Thanks for reading!

 

 

 

 

It is a clear Wednesday morning, with blue skies, and I am rising late, after 8:30. It is the calm before the next storm. Another 2-4 inches of rain (5cm-10cm) from another river-of-rain is predicted for Thursday-Saturday. We are drying out in Oregon, and the Coastal Mountains absorb the initial rains, reducing them before coming into the interior; Washington State does not have the same barrier, and the rains come deep into its west before hitting the Cascade Mountains. I believe my area, the Aloha-Beaverton-Hillsboro area, southwest of Portland, will survive the storm with just big puddles.

Returning to Tuesday, I discovered that while I pushed the correct button and loaded the coffee maker with water, I had failed to put coffee in the machine. I had a pot of hot water, but at least it served as a cleaning. I redo this and have coffee soon.

I had no time to write the blog because I had to get to Richard’s house at 9, since we moved the time up by 30 minutes. I was rushing, showering, and all that, and poured the coffee into a thermal cup and jumped into Air VW the Gray. It would not start. I needed the fob, and second, I needed to unplug it. Yikes!

The traffic was heavy as usual for a Tuesday rush hour, and the earlier morning did not improve my experience (When I was in Washington, D.C., every minute past 7:15 was five extra minutes of travel, I calculated in the 1980s-90s when I worked there). I arrived on time, discovered that James could not make the earlier time, and Richard and I set up and chatted for a while.

James arrived at the usual time, and soon we started back into Tainted Grail and began to understand our goals. We are about 1/2 through the story and play, and our characters, this is a board game version of a role-playing game campaign, are powerful. I asked to try some new areas and something we have not tried before, with various degrees of success. Richard suggested redoing one location, and it worked as we now had the proper items and knowledge (there is a log of what you learn) to get different experiences.

The game seems more immersive, but we are a bit lost now as we stumble along looking for the next thread of the story. I am liking the experience more. We are also seeing tasks for higher points in the story. We are in chapter 7, and 11-14 are showing now. I find my interest in the game growing.

We stopped at 1. Richard had an appointment, and James shared some Christmas games for me (he picked something more to play at church — very kind). I gave him a JFK pencil (sticking to simple things this year).

Next, I drove back to Beaverton and had some SPRC work at the church (for those who do not speak Methodist, the HR committee is SPRC). It was a pleasant meeting, and later Wendy pointed out a mistake in the refresh work. Blake, who leads the effort from Pinepoint, our contractor, said he would look into it.

I headed to Elephant’s Delicatessen off of Cedar Hills in Beaverton. They had Beef Bourgogne for lunch! It was good, but mine is better, a variation of Julia Child’s version that Deborah and I learned to make in cooking classes in Detroit. Now with too much food, I head home.

Corwin shows up with a leaf blower and uses my ladder to clean my roof and gutters of mush that was once green and part of the trees. I am tired and sleep in the chair while he blasts away (the loss of hearing has some advantages) and get caught up on my rest. I also finally started the blog. Corwin offers to pick up dinner, and I order online from Gyro House. I had the veggie plate, and Corwin had the fried chicken.

As Lay Leader, leader of the refresh work, and SPRC member of my church, I had to attend the Church Council Zoom meeting and also another one before that. All church stuff, including the budget, was approved and finished by 7:30. I ate my dinner while on Zoom, and Corwin finished his. I also wrote a check for Corwin’s cleaning.

And for those who might need some leaf or other work outside: https://americanhomesolution.org. This is Corwin’s company.

I was tired and had my fill of Zoom (felt like I was back to work). I served on the Internet for a while and then read more Judge Dee detective stories set in China’s Ming Empire. I found sleep, woke, and finally slept the night away. No bright dreams that I remember, just comfortable blackness.

Thanks for reading!

 

 

 

I woke at 4ish, and wow, was I not enjoying life. My only good ear, my right, was plugged and icky. I was dizzy and could not sleep. I rose and found it hard to do anything. I found the coffee was cold, so I remade it. I wrote the blog and tried to find my way. It was hard going as I could not hear and felt off. Ugh!

I started the laundry and finished the dishes. I had only sipped some coffee and soon crawled back into bed after using some ear drops I had from the last issue with my ears. I managed to get a few hours of sleep.

I finished the blog late. I was slowly feeling better. I stopped by and got some Ibuprofen, and that helped too. By the afternoon, I was feeling more like myself. Corwin stopped by and did the local Sushi track place. It was nice to get some food, hot soup, and tea. Corwin had an appointment, and we managed to make it work.

I boarded Air VW the Gray with figures, notes, dice, and the rules for version 1 of Pathfinder, a variation of D&D 3.5 that many still play. I also had Mariah’s birthday and Christmas gift. I forgot the Presidential magnets (they do look nice on my fridge). I then took the EV, using navigation, and avoided part of Highway 26 by staying on Canyon Road, then found moderate traffic in Portland (I was between lunch and the evening rush), and was early at Hopworks off of Powell’s in Portland.

Unlike reports from the President, the city looked lovely in its Christmas lights. It is the second night of Hanukkah, and Menorahs were out too. Happy Holidays, indeed. No Hellscape here.

I was early, read my emails, and did some looking at Adafruit’s website. I received my LED letters (WILD) and was looking at how to light them. Three volts, hmmm. More to follow.

Mariah arrived, and we talked about houses, careers, and travel. She listened to my trip stories. I ate again, nachos, small with pulled pork, this time. The beer, a German-style pilsner, was wonderful.

Next, we said our goodbyes for this year, 2025, and got in our cars. Hers was a growling gas-based Ford Mustang, and mine was a silent EV. She won the contest for coolest!

I traveled five minutes and then drifted around the neighborhood, looking for a parking place in the mass of leaf-mush that is parking in Portland in the fall. It is dark and damp, and the walk with a box of 28mm gaming material was not without hazard, but I found the place, Bill’s house, a change, and Bill was new to me.

I walked in with the pizza person who figured out the gate, and we set up to play role-playing. My copy of the old rules for Pathfinder was borrowed, and I had to try to make it work with Sean’s help (our DM). We soon had Bill playing, and soon we were back to the massive graveyard we had investigated (using a polite word for grave robbing–did I mention I am playing a Lawful Evil wizard). We managed to anger some undead with our liberation tactics, and it took some effort to remove them. Somehow, even as 1st-level characters (pathetic in the older systems–I used to start at 3rd when I DM’d, as it was just too dull to DM/play the first levels), we took down the undead. Our elf, who the player failed to make the game session, found a trap with their last hit point, and we managed to stabilize them (meaning not-dead-yet).

Feeling that luck was on our side, we continued to explore and found, with just good rolls, more traps, avoided a falcrum trap that we worked out on our own (right out of an old D&D book on traps and Tomb of Horrors adventure), and managed to re-dead two more undead without loss. Really lucky for the 1st level.

Sean was getting his legs under him as DM; the story was moving, and we got to do four to five encounters. I got to be evil: “Heal or Animate, one will work,” I suggested. My fellow players are thinking I do not have their best interests in mind. It was fun.

With that done, I returned to Beaverton without issue. I took more pills and crawled into my bed. I was tired and happy.

Thanks for reading!

Going backwards, it is Monday when I write this, and my sleep was wrecked by a stuffed ear (I have only one working one now after the brain surgery). I was up at 4, took a nap, and now I am coughing and feeling off. Not enough sleep and rest. Ugh!

I reached home about 9:30 in Air VW the Gray after playing Dungeons and Dragons 2024 at M@ place without the usual group. Jack was filling in for Mackers. We finished Desert of Desolation: Pharaoh (once I3) adventure. Again, details cannot be recounted here, but Karyn’s character was slain by some undead. But when we finished, we got a free wish, and we used that to return Karyn.

I have DM’d the original I3 in the AD&D version back in the 1980s, and can say that the reworking was better. I had only a small memory of the original, and it has been on my shelf for years. I keep them for when I am looking for ideas for another adventure.

Scott brought vegan gift loaves, and I provided pencils from the JFK Library (I gave pencils from the Carter Center before). M@ made burgers, and we played our newly leveled-up 8th-level characters. Jack was a paladin and not a bad choice to take into an undead-filled tomb. It was a tough challenge; Karyn’s loss was tough, but we managed to survive the attacks, absorb the punishment, and finally break out and finish the challenge.

Before this, I was at home, tired out from rising at 6:30 to cook jambalaya and then helping with ushering and helping with the potluck. It was a pleasure to serve, and everyone seemed to like my food. I unloaded the dishwasher and chatted here and there with Deborah. She had some family obligations, so we were both busy on Sunday.

Church was before this, and upon my arrival, I unloaded the huge pot of jambalaya, along with some spices and other possible additions. I delivered these culinary joy items to Z, the head of hospitality at the church, and she tasted them and was pleased. I put on a warming oven (Bill pulled it before it re-cooked; even the warm setting is a bit high). The church folks for First United Methodist were in full potluck mode (as the other church, Emmaus Church, was headed out). I headed to the church service and took up my usual post as usher.

And I did have a gentleman, younger, with his gym bag and backpack, walk in and out. I stopped him from leaving and offered him coffee and lunch. This was not what he expected. I walked him down to the now set-up Wesley Hall and got him a plate of jambalaya. He is a cook, and he thought it good, and I shared the recipe with him. Z and Bill said they were good with him there; no issue. I saw him leave early, smiling and waving.

Next, the Pastor decided to focus on the repression of people worldwide and how we can help for a Christmas series. I suspect I would have chosen something more traditional, like holiday symbols or cookies. We light a red candle to remember these folks. Ken directs us to Jesus’ “Love your enemies” statement. I do check the translation, as he tells the story of some right-wing folks who deny that it is a Biblical quote (it is, translated correctly, and in two Gospels).

Before all of this, I rose at 6:30 and played music, danced, and cooked in my kitchen. I had prepped the day before, and so this was cooking and assembly. I followed the recipe I did in New Orleans at the NOLA School of Cooking. I adjusted it to be spicier (remembering one of the assistants telling me, “You always need more of the spices”) and cooked down the veggies, then browned the sausage until it was dark brown. I later added more spices, crab boil, cooked shrimp, and more uncooked veggies to give the rice-packed goodness a bit of bite.

I remember Chef Renée making it in a demo back in NOLA. I took note then and included some of his recommended updates.

And that takes us to me rising, thanks for reading.