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I was exhausted on Monday night, New Year’s Day, and decided to read in bed until I fell asleep. I returned to the murder mysteries set in Canada: The Brutal Telling: A Chief Inspector Gamache Novel. I managed quite a few pages on my Kindle before I started to nod off. I turned off the light and fell asleep sometime after 11PM, which was unusually early. 

I woke this Tuesday morning at 4:30 and then again before 5AM. I gave up and got started at 5AM. It is still dark out.

Going backward, before that, I was in the home office paying bills and surfing. I watched a good video on pizzas by Joshua Weissman, my favorite new chef and cookbook writer. He found the best pizza in NYC’s Scarr’s. On my next trip to NYC, I must validate this conclusion!

I also watched another set of videos on Battleships. Battleship Texas, in dry dock, has been painted and looks better (it is over 100 years old and quite rusty inside, I understand). Battleship New Jersey had some more short videos on findings on how more areas of the ship were used during the 1980s. I also napped (explaining why I was up early on Tuesday).

Before this, I made a Caesar salad from a bag and then added smoked salmon leftover from New Year’s and cooked a few smoked scallops to try. The scallops, quite expensive, were too salty for me. I will wash them next time and see if that helps–the usual solution for frozen chicken (often packed in salt water). The salad and salmon raised my dining to a restaurant level, a high-end restaurant.

I reached the house from the beach in Air Volvo. The Smiths and I conveyed back from the Oregon Coast at about 3:40, and I reached Beaverton as the skies started to darken. New Year’s Day was a surprise with the sun out and the rains stopping; even the mist from the ocean waves was light. The sea was boiling with what looked like twenty-foot waves here and there. I saw a massive wave near Haystack Reef.

Aside: Wave size, when published, is the average wave, and thus, a three-foot sea can have five-foot waves.

We encountered an elk on the trip from The Smith’s Beachhouse to a pizza place in Seaside. High on the cliff on Highway 101, The Oregon Coast Highway, I saw cars turning off and on their headlights–meaning ‘slow down’ and look out. We were on a blind turn. As I turned the curve, a large elk with a rack on its head was calmly walking alongside the road. It suddenly seemed to want the road or to wear a Volvo; my slow speed and the emergency lights prevented me from enjoying an elk-close encounter, and no vehicle rammed Air Volvo from behind. We all were slow and had blinkers on. I could not drive and take a picture at the same time. It was a beautiful creature.

Arriving safely, we enjoyed one piece of pizza each at the pizza place. It was Thai and basil pizza with a soft crust- not my favorite, but it was still good. I stayed to one piece as I had ninty minutes of driving. I had a Diet Coke for the bubbles (my tummy and colon have been uneven these last few days) and the caffeine.

The trip on Highway 26, The Sunset Highway–it points west, was mostly uneventful. On the last third, we came to a near stop as folks turned off or other causes, and I did have the emergency lights on to prevent someone from hitting me from behind who did not see the slowing. Other than that, it was an uneventful trip for Air Volvo.

The mist and clouds in the Coastal Mountains did not dissipate today, so white mist hung in the air even over the highway. Some dramatic music and a few good video shots of the fog hanging over the forest and road could have made a good mood shot for a horror movie. Still, it was a pleasant drive, and since I had done it twice this week, it was familiar, too.

I wrote the blog Monday morning, rising early at the Smith’s beach house in Manzanita, Oregon–two houses from the dunes that lead to the beach. I was up after 7:30 and before the sun rose. The Smith stirred after 8ish. I continued to write and talk about Michelle and my experience with Agile development. I packed up and loaded my overnight bag and a few games into the Volvo cargo bay, already stuffed with board games, and prepared to leave.

The Smiths had large luggage and had to wrangle the cats. Michelle successfully acquired the larger cat, but the cat left Michelle bleeding from a small swipe when it resisted the travel box. With the cats boxed, and remaining items were bagged and arranged. The Smiths loaded up the jeep. I mostly stayed out of the way.

We then conveyed to Seaside with David leading and driving us through Seaside instead of using the slow and elk-loaded Highway 101. I drove and took peeks at the sea while being safe. It was an excellent drive.

David and I then searched Seaside for parking, finally finding a public parking area with two spots, Volvo and Jeep-sized. There, as aforementioned, we consumed pizza.

And that takes me full circle. Thanks for reading!

 

 

It is the 18th day since I was diagnosed with a benign brain tumor. Next doc appointment is 4Jan2024.

I had written the blog the night before and wanted to hit the Oregon Coast, but I still stopped the 6:30 alarm and rose at a house later at 7:30AM. I wanted to visit the Columbia Maritime Museum in Astoria and spend New Year with the Smiths at their beach house. I rushed, showering, dressing, finishing the packing, and adding some cooperative games to my collection in Air Volvo’s cargo hold at Michelle’s request. Air Volvo left before 8AM.

First, we stopped at McDonald’s, and I got two breakfast burritos and a coffee with two creams. I had taken more morning meds, so I needed to eat something. Air Volvo, using navigation, then pointed west and headed 84 miles to the Museum.

The morning traffic was light, but 31Jan is usually a police-patroled day, and I did see two of Washington County’s sheriff deputies on Highway 26 (All called the Sunset Highway). I found the slow cars, and soon, there was little chance of attracting attention at the slow speeds allowed.

The Sunset Highway has many passing lanes, but I even passed a car on the two-lane road the old-school way, and soon I was back into the high 60 mph (105 km h), and my ETA reduced on navigation by nearly thirty minutes. The drive was full of Oregon Mist, and the clouds hid much of the valleys, reminding me that the vampire books Twilight are set in the Pacific Northwest (PNW). It is dark here in the forests.

Soon, I reached the coast and Highway 101, called The Oregon Coast Highway. The sun was out here and there. I could see the mist from the Ocean moving still on shore in the morning. I arrived around 9:15. I headed north and was happy to refresh myself with the distant Ocean view and the very local feeling of the highway. I have not driven 101 North in some years. The last visit was before the pandemic, with Susie Corwin and me visiting McMenamins Gearhart Hotel to get a stamp on our McMenamins passports. The company offers a passport to get a stamp at all hits facilities. Sets of stamps and completed passports (Visiting all McMenamins and finding all the hidden signs) receive discounts. We kept at it for a while, and I hope someday to just finish my passport.

I see a huge mist rising, and I am near Astoria. There is a rough sea out there (twelve-foot waves/3.6m, on average), and it has generated a mist that covers Astoria, Oregon, today. A causeway leads to Astoria, and soon, I am in the slightly rundown and nautical-looking town–It was once a busy town filled with canneries. The town is trying to merge the remaining fishing industry and tourism with some success.

I arrived at the Columbia Maritime Museum and purchased an annual membership as I am rushed today and would like to be back. As I entered the museum, I saw two active (not museum ships) tied up to the pier and a large ship. I also headed up the Columbia River, having managed The Bar today. The crossing between the Columbia River and the Pacific Ocean, The Bar, can be dangerous, and I am not sure I would want to do it with twelve-foot seas!

I looked at the USS Shark exhibit, which is about the 1840s US naval ship that came on an exploration visit and was wrecked. An officer’s sword and a cannonade were recovered. Sadly, the cannonade was not on display as it was being treated to help preserve it. I did see some of the tackle from the gun that was also recovered.

I looked at the shipwreck display, which was updated with a new wreck that has happened since I moved here, the New Carissa. The recovered compass, builder plate, and some lights from the ship are on display. Also, a vast burned board of the ship’s name, also salvaged, is displayed. Because of the cold water and the rough seas, most wrecks include a significant loss of life. The remains of the wrecks, including part of the Exxon Valdez’s hull (I have a bottle of oil from the wreck I bought in Alaska years ago), are respectfully displayed.

The bridge of a WW2 Fletcher destroyer is in the WW2 display. Astoria was the name of three cruisers, and the display covers all of them. USS Astoria (CA-34) was lost in the Battle of Savo Island to gunfire–there is a chart showing the damage. It was fun to walk onto a Fletcher destroyer’s bridge.

There is also a display on returning WW2 Japanese flags to families in Japan. The flags, signed by family members as a gift to a newly minted soldier, are often all that remains of the lost soldier. So, the museum works to return any given to the museum to the surviving Japanese family members.

It is a small museum, and I had hoped for more scale drawings of the local ships in the gift store, but I did find one that I did not have, a blue-print-like drawing of a rear-paddlewheel ship. It was only a few dollars! I have paid much more for accurate drawings.

I was feeling dizzy and still coughing. I was dehydrated. I had only coffee to drink. Mistake.

The Smiths contacted me, and we were to meet at Wanda’s Cafe. I headed out. I first got some fuel for Air Volvo. It is still full-service, so I gave the guy a dollar as a tip, and we talked about New Year’s. He was doing NYC New Year and would be to bed early as his next gig at the gas station started at 5:30. Fully fueled, I headed south; I thought about stopping at the Peter Iredale wreck on the beach just south of Astoria–the tides pulled off some of the sand so you can see more of the wreck–but I was trying to make 1PM so Air Volvo drove on.

But I did stop at my favorite smoked fish place, Josephson’s Smokehouse, and quickly got a few items to celebrate 2024. Smoke sturgeon, salmon, and some scallops.

Sadly, I arrived too early at Wonda’s and rested momentarily in the car. At 1PM, I found myself still alone and got a table. I was informed that I had the last table for the day at 1:40; oh my. I texted The Smiths to let them know. I then sat there and chatted with the hostess.

The hostess, whose name I did not learn, flies drones for fun and makes incredible movies from the camera in the drone. She said her best work was going over a cliff above the sea on a low-wind day (there are few here on the coast). She also said her drone was slammed by a gust and thrown against a tree. The drones are designed to withstand a 24-foot (7.3m) fall. She has so far recovered her drone in working conditions.

The Smiths arrived within time to make the seating, and we had a lovely brunch. The hottest recommended is the turkey sandwich with cranberry and cream cheese. I had it, and it was beautiful. I only finished a half. I felt much better.

We then dropped off Air Volvo at the beach house, storing my fishy bounty in their frig, and headed out in David’s jeep to the beaches. We then walked the beaches and found them still primarily empty of shells. I found one broken clam shell to keep. The water roared, and the surf ran for us, and I found myself running in Air Force Ones, too. I managed to avoid the soaking, but Cat’s boots were breached. The wave was higher than expected, and Cat was cold as the water was 51F (11C). Cat had to pour some of the sea out of her boots! We headed back, and I slipped on reaching the road and took that as a chance to sit down and tie my shoes. David offered me an arm that I took as falling backward into the rocks and sea grass, had I slipped again, would have likely presented more difficulties.

Returning to the beach house and Cat finding new dryer garments, we decided to try a cooperative board game: Pandemic. I have a cheap, used copy of the 2nd printing without any extras–very basic. I teach the game, and soon we are playing, and soon the mechanism of the crises increases, and we are unable to balance the competing challenges, and we all fail. We reset now, having learned most of the game and adjusted to a more balanced strategy. We cured three diseases, almost the last, before we ran out of cards and lost the came. Closer. It takes a couple of plays for me to relearn the balancing needed to win, and The Smiths now had the game down.

Pandemic is an excellent introduction to cooperative crisis management games. Everyone takes on a helpful role and works together to save the world. The mechanisms start to accelerate the crisis, making the game more and more enjoyable. The debates are about the best choice, often in exchange for risk. Two timers are running, which will cause an abrupt loss. While the most basic and, for many, their first crisis cooperative game, this one still appeals. Euro and competitive players chaff under the rules and crisis creation.

We tried and played it into 2024: Root. This game is complex, and I admit I was unsure of some rules and mechanics, but we pushed on. Michelle returned as the Racoon, Cat as the Woodland Alliance, me as the Lizards Cult, and David joined us as the Cats. New to the game, David had the resource and worker placement simple rules of the Cats, but he was unprepared for being targetted by everyone. Soon, his great build was forced back, and the Racoon shot him. The Woodland Alliance spread sympathy all over the board and then stalled as her cards did not help her. As the Lizard Cult, I was stuck playing repeatedly in the same clearings. I started to build up lizards everywhere, but I could not sacrifice or get defeated warriors to build up my conspiracy powers. I never put out enough gardens to score–and ended up in last place. Michelle continued to snipe and take items we made, allowing the completion of quests and adding to her totals. Cat, waking to the end of the game, exploded a revolt under a pile of David and my warriors, gaining many points, and started reaching the final thirty points. Michelle then quickly ended the game.

After that, I headed to bed, wishing everyone a Happy New Year.

Thanks for reading. Welcome to 2024.

I managed to get started around 9AM. The air quality was lower today, and the lack of wind left the smog building in the valleys. My chest feels like a vice–the usual bad air feeling. I will use my inhaler all day, and that provides some relief.

I made NYC Zabar’s coffee in my French Press today (thanks, Cat, for bringing that from the source) and had just a banana. I then wrote the blog for the remains of the morning. I wrote over 1,200 words–more than I expected. I tried to publish it, but the email version was hung on the server until I discovered it this evening. The Facebook version was out when I finished it. Puke!

I jumped into the shower, dressed, grabbed my Dungeons and Dragons stuff, and boarded Air Volvo. It is about thirty minutes to M@ house, our Dungeon Master who hosts and runs the game. M@ made burgers for us. M@ and others practice Keto, and so he had something appropriate. Our Vegan player was exposed to something and thought it best to isolate, so he did not join us with a salad and other Vegan positive foods.

While it is wrong to cover the details here as others might play this adventure, and some of the content is purchased and copywritten, I will cover some. We are playing a Spelljammer 5E version of Dungeons and Dragons (D&D). This is a sword and sorcery in a space setting. My cleric, evil and lawful–highly effective and an excellent, if not violent ally, had a vision. He would conquer and rule a flying fortress. My cleric worships the concept of war and is unimaginatively named War. Our player playing a fighter believed that it would be a great battle. Our ranger believed that our adventure would make a great song. So we were all in.

We first fought a small ship in orbit, and it was close. We fought off the initial brutal attack with my cleric using up all of his best spells. Our ship has a ram, and it finished off the bad guys (remembering that I play an evil character) with remote spells. They ran out of air. This led us to find the real bad guys.

We flew our Spelljammer and pretended to be the bad guys while my cleric was pretending to be an ambassador from the God of War–not far from the truth. In the game, our luck held to an insane level, and we reached the throne room. By even more insane luck, we were expected (apparently, another cleric was late for his/her/appointment).

It was a fun game. I will likely miss the next session while I am in Texas next month.

After the game ended, I headed to Oak Hills McMenamins for a light dinner. I ordered clam chowder and a Ruby (locally made raspberry wheat ale). I ate that and decided to head to Portland early and tour Guardian Games’s huge building. I had not heard from Richard if we were on for a game.

Air Volvo faced light traffic and no surprises on the dark Oregon Mist-covered roads. I arrived at Guardian Games and saw that one table remained open for a large group. I hope to play my D&D 5E adventure again there after the holidays with Corwin and Kathleen. I did not find anything I needed, which was unusual, and I got a text saying we were on for games tonight.

Darwin’s Journey is a working placement and resource management with unique mechanics to unlock options and improvements for your workers. I like the game but score at the bottom as it takes a while to remember how to play, and the game has only four rounds–every choice is important. We played with four players: Shawn and his wife Val, joining Richard and me. Richard crushed us, and Val and I missed a few things, sending us to the bottom of the scoring.

If you like a heavy game with layers of complexity, this is one of the medium-difficult ones that lose the theme in the mechanics. I did lead the game for a while, but I made some mistakes and soon slipped to last place and stayed there only chasing Val. Next time.

We played a card game after that, which was fun, with Shawn winning. After that, I headed out and took the large ramps and bridges to get home, but without issue and nothing scary this time. It was the right mix of Oregon Mist and darkens to hide the heights of the ramps and bridges.

I arrived home, no neighbor cats demanding to be fed, and headed to the in-home office to write the blog.

I am headed back to the coast on Sunday. Thanks for reading. Sorry if it feels rushed tonight–it is.

 

I am writing this on Saturday morning with the grey clouds thin enough to hint at blue behind them. It rained much of the night, but it started to dry out later in the morning. I did something I had done for a long time. I went to bed too early, 9ish, and while my sleep was broken and I woke and read a couple times, it was the first time in my memory that I rested and slept over eight hours. It feels good.

Friday morning started with me waking in the spare room at the Smith’s beach house, warm enough under a quilt but still also wearing my warm robe. I woke, as usual, before my alarm set at 7:30, turned off the alarm, found my way into the darkened house, and sat at the dining table. There, I spent the early morning writing. The sunlight grew as I wrote, but with the raging sea, dark sky, and rain, it just got exchanged black for grey.

Cat and then the rest of the Smiths rose just as I finished the blog, about 1200 words, and published it. Cat toasted some chocolate babka from a NYC bakery and made coffee. She grinds the beans and uses various devices she offers to teach me. I demurred, and we carried our coffee and goodies to the great room over the garage, joining Michelle and David.

I clean up somewhere in these processes. One has to be aware of the timing, as the beach house has one bathroom.

There, we plan the day. I get ready to leave, but there is a delay. Cat and Michelle punch their copy of board game Istanbul that I gave them years ago. I applied the stickers, all male images, and commented that I replaced mine with some other images to include a few women instead (available online with a quick Google search). Soon, we had the game ready to be played. Next, we managed to play a quick three-person game of Azule; Michelle crushed us.

Wanda’s Cafe and Bakery is an old-school breakfast-lunch restaurant in Nehalem. I ordered biscuits and gravy, which was no more than it should have been. David, Michelle, and Cat shared their orders of French toast, eggs benedict, and an omelet of local items. It looked good, and everyone was pleased. I should have ordered 1/2 an order. I had this with more coffee as I had to drive home soon.

David and I walking on the beach.

I got a request from Michelle to bring some cooperative board games, including Pandemic.

We got back into David’s tall Jeep, which had a step come out to help, but still, I found it a challenge to grab the handle, balance, and climb in. David parks the Jeep at the breach road, and we walk through some grass on a well-worn path to the beach. The sea is high with 7′ waves (that is average, not the tallest wave), and the tide is going out, showing the beach now. It is winter, and so the King tides are here, so more water comes in. The beach is the usually brown, sticky sand of Oregon (we have no issue with sand here), but the tides have removed all the shells and other jetsom flotsam I usually see. No shell to take home today.

The Smiths, beach regulars, have high boots, and I have to retreat once as the seas grasp for us. I keep one eye on the sea at all times. You only turn your back on the ocean when walking directly off the beach. Our beaches will kill the careless or at least soak you.

Walking on the beach and hearing the waves’ roar is always so peaceful. It is a delight to look out into the sea, watch the large waves break, and wonder how tall that was. I saw at least one ten-footer.

We returned to the beach house, and then I departed on time at 3PM. In time to cross the Coastal Mountains in daylight. Michelle had offered another day with them and then an early return on Saturday. I stayed with my plan as I was tired. I am always sad to leave the coast, and the sea was an artist’s dream. I took 101, avoiding Highway 53 to not explore the capabilities of Air Volvo and my driving, and I got an extra twenty minutes taking peeks at the sea while driving on 101.

I took Highway 26 back to Beaverton. The drive was slower today as folks were not going fast, so I was happy to reach 60 mph and did have a moment of 70 mph. The rain was heavier, and a few puddles slowed folks.

The mist was still in the forest, and the views were storybook-like. The clearcut near Highway 26 was a planted forest being harvested–not a safety item I reported in yesterday’s blog. This always gives me mixed emotions as I love the forests, but as a planted forest, it is a resource like wheat, and people here make a living from this process. It is also the only considerable tax revenue for the local governments. So, I respect the Oregon logging traditions and know they will replant the forest. Also, the cuts are made in pockets to allow the local animals to adjust. No longer are hundreds of acres of wood cut at once. Oregon loves its trees.

As I wrote, I am always sad to leave the sea but happy to reach the valley and see the familiar laser-straight four-lane Highway 26. The rains slowed, and the sky was more broken grey. I was treated to a car taking a sudden crossing of five lanes and then exiting the street–yes, home to the Greater Portland Area. Air Volvo soon arrived after 78 miles at the Volvo Cave. The trip took 1:46.

As I was unloading, my neighbor’s dark-colored cat came to me, meowed, and let me pet it. It then walked home, waiting for me to follow. I walked up to the cat area in front of my neighbor’s house. The house was dark, and their cars were not there. The cat showed me empty dishes. Oh.

I finish unloading and then head to Safeway. I find a smaller bag of neutral cat kibble and two bottles of salad dressing. Everyone seemed to come simultaneously, and everyone just had a few items. The checking lines, even the DIY version, were backed up. I went with a human as the wait seemed the same.

Soon, I returned. The cat was waiting. I put some food in the dish, and I no longer existed as far as that cat was concerned. The cat had performed the appropriate summoning ritual, and food appeared. The human servant may go, and I did.

At the house, I made a salad to go with the dressing I had purchased (I was out of salad dressing). I turned the cable to The Sandman show and watched the last episodes of the first season. The following season is still being made.

As it was Friday, I started the laundry.

I went to bed and read for a while, got sleepy about 9ish, and fell asleep. I woke around 10ish to take my meds, read again, and fell asleep again. This process was repeated a few times. It was nice to just rest one night.

Thanks for reading.

 

 

 

 

Going backward, I am in Smith’s beach house in Manzanita, Oregon, just a stone’s throw from the beach. I am at their dining table writing this blog on Friday morning before folks get going. We had a lovely evening playing card games, “Oh, Heck,” a new card game to learn. Cat scored worse than me in this card game, with Michelle winning and David chasing her score.

We did not make it out to the shore today, but I saw the sea was high from Air Volvo, and the waves appeared large to me, maybe over five feet. It is also the King Tides, so most beaches are missing in high tide. The drive along the coast was fabulous, with the steel-colored sky above when I arrived in the afternoon.

The Smiths served baked chicken dinner, using newly acquired spices (a Christmas gift from the Kramers) and root veggies. Quite simple and good. The dessert was Ginger cake.

Before this, Michelle, Cat, and I learned the Board Game Root. Initially, David was going to play, so I had included the Lizards and Vagabond, which would work in a four-person game with The Woodland Alliance and The Cats. Instead, it was three, and we should have exchanged the Vagabond for The Cats to even out the game, but it was a learning game. We struggled the first few rounds, but soon, my Lizards and Cat’s Woodland Alliance (looking like little green toasts instead of mice, so we usually call them “the toast”) were fighting for clearing. The Vagabond decided to attack me, a wise choice, and to ally with Cat’s Toast. I am unsure how the Scoundral, the Vagabond Michelle selected, plays, and we had to make up some rules quickly. Michelle kept gaining points, reaching thirty and winning; Cat was just ten points behind, and my Lizards were never a threat.

It was fun to try it again, and I will have to play again a few times to get the rules down again. Root is a strange board game as every player picks a faction in the forest, and that faction has different rules, goals, and capabilities than all the other factions. Some factions have strong interactions, while others have more conventional resource management. All the different rules and actions are all played together, making a strange mix. Root does not make it to the table often as it requires so much to learn to play well, but if you can get its complexities down, it is an excellent game.

After dinner, we played another board game, Azul, the Smith’s copy, and I had to teach it, but soon everyone was playing well, including David in this play. Soon, the game’s strategies became apparent, and Michelle tied me. Azul is a pattern game with little, pretty ceramic tiles. Recommended.

Moving backward, I started the morning by sleeping into 9 again. I had trouble sleeping, found myself awake, and had to prove hydration a few times. At 6AM, I rolled over and slept deeply for three hours. I finally rose wide awake at 9, found my slippers and robe, and located the kitchen (it had not moved but seemed further away today). I made NYC Zabar’s ground coffee. I also found the piece of pizza I left for breakfast. I carried my bounty to the home office and started to write the blog. I wrote it for over an hour when The Smiths called and suggested I reach the beach by 1:30 to enjoy Wanda’s Cafe.

I completed the Wednesday blog and then rushed to shower and dress. I packed a bag. I put out the trash. I found the traction devices for the Volvo (strange sock-like coverings for the tires–chains are impossible as there is almost no clearance) and then boarded Air Volvo. I then crossed Beaverton, stopping at the local Shell to fully fuel–I never cross the Coastal Mountains on less than a full tank. Finally, running behind, I started my direct trip to the Oregon Coast.

It was Oregon Mist today, and the windshield wipers were running the whole trip. The traffic was light, and I cruised at just below seventy most of the time. I did have a few places where drivers were just scared of the curves and the wet roads and drove ten or lower below the posted speeds. The passing lanes allowed me to get around them. Most of this trip used one lane each way on highways, but an additional lane is added here and there, with the slower traffic moving to the right to allow the faster traffic to pass them.

The drive was lovely, with some low clouds or mist floating in the valleys to make everything look like it was from a Tolkien book. Logging only impacted a few sections of trees, which might have been a safety fix as the trees looked unstable next to the highway. I skipped the turn onto Highway 53, an old-school road that crosses the mountains in twists and turns with cliffs in place of shoulders for the road and one-lane bridges, and took the highway to the coast. Navigation should rate some options! Highway 53 is an especially wicked choice when it is dark and rainy.

I missed the time for brunch, and instead, David Smith called in a pizza in Seaside that I picked up. I changed the navigation on Air Volvo to the pizza joint, but I needed something to find parking! I found public parking two blocks away and got a damp walk through Seaside. The sea was boiling, and the waves were huge at the Seaside. It was good to walk, and the sea air was pleasant.

I adjusted the navigation to head to the Smith’s beach house and soon arrived with pizza. We had that for lunch. Next, I got to share a phone conference with the recently returned Kramers (Dr. Tasha and Jason), and they had a video Christmas present opening party.

And that takes us full circle for Thursday. Thanks for reading!