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There were only a few things to cover on Saturday. I patched the wall behind The Machine made in May when they had to redo the drains. A 2×4-foot hole in the wall is big enough to be hard to fix. I also had a cough and a runny nose, which slowed me down. These activities colored the day.

I rose with my head full of stuff and coughed and sneezed all morning. I wrote the blog for the start of the morning and then measured the hold and discovered to my dismay, that my screws were too short (so many jokes), and I went to Ace Hardware to get bigger screws. I use screws for drywall, as it just makes sense to me. I also discovered that my hole is 1/4 inch too small for my drywall pieces. The universe always does this; your hole never works for the material you have acquired to fill the whole.

At Ace, I asked the younger man for joint compound and got a blank look. We found it, and he did not know what it was. I am afraid I might have man-splained what it was for, but I felt a hardware person should know what it was. With my new acquisition, I took Air VW the Gray home. But was nearly hit by a car spinning through the parking at high speed (!?). I also saw folks passing and sliding between vehicles on TV Highway at high speed–almost, gasp, the speed limit. All were out-of-state plates, which made me smile. I saw a Borg-like moment: “You too will be assimilated into the slow driving; we will reduce your driving skills until you brake for green traffic lights. You will become part of the collective Oregonian, overly polite slow drivers.”

I parked the EV outside and started back on my hole-filling process. I wrote all the measurements out and then made small wood strips to attach to the inside to help hold the new piece, as it has only one 2×4 to connect to. I used my German-made new saw to do this. All of my work was done with hand tools; I like to cut wood by hand, have sharp saws, and oil them. I cut the drywall with a knife (I bought that yesterday with extra blades). I did all the work on a full sheet of 1/2 ” plywood sheet I keep at the house in the garage balanced on two plastic folding saw horses (highly recommended).

I cannot make this exciting. I carefully measured everything. I totaled my inner measurements where the hole goes for the drain and found them off. I remeasured and corrected a 1/4-inch error. I cut off the 1/4-inch on one side. Carried the piece and checked the fit and match. The hole is 1/4 too large on the bottom, but it will do as it is covered by a cover. Perfect, in other words, as the top was uneven, and I cut some of the corners to get it to better fit. I screwed it in, and it looked good. Put the plate on, and it was excellent.

I had Trader Joe’s Chicken Vindalo, and it was spicy. I added almost a cup of sour cream to rescue my dinner as it was too spicy. That seldom happens for frozen food. It was good, but I am unsure if I will get it again. Excellent, but yikes!

The patch comes in 2×2 feet, meaning I used two pieces. I cut that and discovered that the whole was not square after cutting another 1/4 inch on the side. With the knife making adjustments, I finally got it to just fit. I needed another arm as it took two hands to hold it, and another had to use the drill to drive the screws. Finally, I managed it and then pushed it in, and it stayed. I missed the 2×4 in the wall twice! I should have marked it on the patch. Next time!

Corwin stopped by in mid-construction and brought by the keys for the motor scooter. My neighbor covered $300 for the scooter. I will exchange the keys for $300 next Friday. I am happy to get Corwin some cash and be rid of that unused item (Corwin bought it and then found it not a suitable replacement for a truck for food deliveries; he has an old beater truck now).

I rested for a while. Working in the cold and doing physical labor did not improve my coughing. I often said to myself, “This is why I went into computer programming.” I am out of practice for this kind of work. I don’t do it enough to get good at it, but I still know what to do.

I am enjoying Babalyon 5 as my new binging show. I am in season 1, around episode 10, and I forgot how fun this show was. It also seems current, and the special effects are excellent and once cutting-edge. If you don’t know it and love SciFi and Space Opera, give it a chance.

I got out the joint compound from Ace after finishing my previous supply from Home Depot, which was old, and I tossed it after I used it. I filled the cracks and evened up the pieces the best I could. It is not a perfect match you see on all the YouTube videos. I managed to tape it, too. It is done and close enough. The hole is closed and will be behind the laundry in a closet. I will sand it next week. That will likely be an electric tool if I can find mine.

After resting and changing my clothing, I headed off to the local Mexican place and found Dondrea and Z at another. We realign, and soon, Z and Dondrea appear here in Aloha (mailing address Beaverton and originally Reedville) at Mazatlan Restaurant. Z had a booze-less Piña colada while Dondrea and I had each the house mid-sized Margarita with salt and on the rocks. The food was good and, for me, familiar, as this is minutes from the house. We caught up as we have been meeting at events but have not had time to chat in about a month. Z finished two chances at the Long John Silver’s role in the middle school play. Dondrea was still writing her sermon for Sunday. I was patching and organizing the house this month.

After dinner, we said our goodbyes, and I returned home in Air VW the Gray and parked it in the garage. It fits even with the saw horses and board up. I will let all the work dry for a few days and then clean up the mess. I watched Babylon 5, showered, and went to bed early. I read until I started to nod off.

I dreamed about traveling and finding my way on trains without my ID. Yikes! I woke at 4, proved hydration, and my lungs and head were uncomfortable. I got up, took a shot of cough stuff, and sat in my comfy chair and an electric blanket. I slept until my alarm at 7 and then reset it to 8. I slept again in the chair, and I am sure it was a minute later when the 8 alarm rang. I rose.

Thanks for reading.

 

Friday finished with me showering and putting on my PJs. No calming music as I had canceled the music service from Amazon when they raised the price from a steep $16.99 to $19.99, an 18% increase in one year that can only be described as corporate greed. I will miss playing music on demand, but I can put a CD in a machine for that price! I could buy machines for every room once and still be cheaper. I slept in silence and did not wake until 4ish to prove hydration. I am taking the high blood pressure (HBP) version of cold meds as I have a runny nose and cough. My lungs are clear. I took the night liquid and was able to sleep well.

Before this, I watched more Babylon 5 (B5), season one, and forgot how much I liked this show. It also does not feel dated as the issues sound like today’s problems revised into a SciFi show. Also, the special effects were cutting-edge at the time and have aged well, though I imagine there have been some digital touching-ups, and the broadcast appears to be high-fidelity. I watched two more episodes before heading to bed.

No figure work was done, as coughing and sneezing prevent accurate work with tiny paint brushes, as you can imagine, dear reader. Instead, I sat in my comfy chair with an electric blanket and rested. I could barely stay awake for B5. I staggered when I rose for the chair and found my way to the bedroom, showered, took my meds, and, as I said, was soon asleep.

Before this, with Deborah on the phone to chat, I made a nice dinner for one, though I will likely repeat this for two in a few weeks for Deborah’s visit. I steamed carrots that I sliced and peeled. I made a salad with carrot peels, pickled beats, croutons, and Italian-style dressing. The center of the meal is a 1″ thick pork chop (smaller than the massive ones at BJ’s Brewhouse but big enough). I sprinkle it with Herbs de Provence and ground sea salt. I heated a mix of olive oil and butter (to keep the smoking down) and fried it in a metal pan that could go in the oven. I got two sides showing some brown and then put it all in the oven at 350F for 8 minutes.

The carrots were done, and I had them plain, as I like carrots just as they are (although they are excellent with butter, salt, and citrus if you want to jazz them up). The pork shop’s temperature was just 170F, perfect for well-cooked, and I moved the chop to a plate. After nearly burning myself, I saw that the chop was still hot and discovered that the plate was on a hot burner (stupid of me). I made a pan sauce by heating the still-hot pan with water and cornstarch. I spooned that over the chop. Deborah rang off while I started my fine repast.

I was coughing a lot and headed to Wallgreens, a minute away, to get some HBP meds. I saw a level 2 charger there and thought I could stop at the food charts for a hot drink and let the EV charge. But someone had sprayed purple paint, making it useless; I could not read the screen with directions. The graffiti made the charger useless. I plugged it in, and it connected, but I could not start the process. The spraying likely covered the code to scan to get this one to work. F**k.

A local real estate person, Mark Larson, helped me and asked about my EV experience. I have enjoyed it so far and am not having range anxiety. I showed him how it plugged in and the trick of thrice doing unlock on the fob to unlock the cable. We exchanged cards, and thus, I included his whole name here. He was trying to help as we both tried to clean the screen to no avail. We talked to the Walgreens folks who connected us with their managers, who were unhappy and said they would connect with the corporate anti-graffiti people and the charger company to fix the issue.

I never thought of a “corporate anti-graffiti people,” it made me wonder if they come with a Paris accent, with brushes and cleaners, and say, “We will make it good again,” or instead, some nasty-looking folks dressed in dark, grim outfits and making dark promises, “We will make an end to your graffiti problems.” Wondering and my imagination going sideways, I returned home with cold meds and Mark’s card.

Before this, I was patching a wall. I stopped by Home Depot again and got a saw for drywall patching and other items. I then returned home. I parked Air VW the Gray outside while I worked in the garage, and my neighbor stopped by and was considering buying the motorbike that Corwin had left. Later, Corwin said he would drop off the keys. It is likely only a few hundred bucks, but it is something, at least. I then moved the wheeled toolboxes and got access to the large sheet of plywood I keep at the house. I balanced this on two plastic folding saw horses.

I found an old wallboard (drywall to some) and carefully measured a broken, still-cut garage wall piece. I managed to cut a replacement piece without injury or doing it twice (already a win), but the board was poorly backed. I made a hack of it with tape and joiner compound, but the wall is sealed. I suspect it will take until Christmas before the paste dries, but the wall is sealed for the first time since I moved in 1996. I managed to not make a big mess. This was a practice for the real challenge of fixing the hole where a plumber installed a drain opening for the new LG washer/dryer combination I call The Machine (currently unusable with a repair person coming on Tuesday). That will be Saturday’s adventure.

Before this, still in my PJs and robe, I disassembled the switches and ground-fault-protected (GF) plugs in the master bedroom bath. I wanted to update them (the switches are from the original 1970s) and replace the ground fault I installed twenty years ago. It was still working, but it was almond color and upside down. Unlike newer homes, I knew this one was on the light/plug panel, not on an independent power line for GF. Thus, I had to put one in the baths and the kitchen. At least the frig was on a separate line in the kitchen.

The switches went easy and were simple, one-way versions. The GF was not simple as it passed through to another plug, and I was covered in sweat by the time I correctly connected six wires and ran one off a tie in the socket. Yikes! I found my socket tester and all the sockets passed my test. The GF test also passed. All are now white, newer, and matching. The GF has a little green light, letting you know it is ready to use. Excellent.

After all of that, I took a shower. I decided on sushi locally for lunch. I thought some hot tea, soup (miso), and track sushi would be good. It was only a few minutes away and was already 1ish, meaning the place was not busy. The track was full of delicious options, but I ordered the Smoked Philly Roll, just five pieces, and then a few treats (smoked eel and a squid marinated salad). I was feeling better.

Returning to the day’s start, I rose at 7ish with a cough, and my ears were plugged. I made liberal coffee and had yet-another-pastry from Costco. I think they are too large and too many for a repurchase. I wrote, as usual, the early morning away.

I also updated balances and got more 1099s for taxes during the day. I called US Banks and learned that their website was wrong, and I have 1099s from them. They took my complaints that I should get proper info and the ability to download the 1099. I believe I have complained every year about this. I made some corrections to phone numbers and removed Susie’s name from some shared accounts. There seems to be an endless number of these updates required. I fix’em when I find’em.

And that takes us full circle; thank you for reading!

On Thursday, I woke too early; my nose was filled, and my ears were blocked (though it bothers my one working ear). I threw on my clothing. I collected the soaking wet clothing I rescued from The Machine’s floods, newly soiled clothing and towels, and detergent, and loaded it all into the cargo hold of Air VW the Gray. I stopped at the ATM first to get some cash. Next, I stopped at the Aloha Laundromat near the 185th and TV Highway crossing. It opened at 7, and there was one other customer besides me and an attendant who helped me change a $20 into quarters (some things do not change; you need quarters for laundry–pun unintentional).

I discovered this was a well-maintained place with all the machines working, and I paid for a large wash ($5.50) and then a few bucks for the dryer. I was happy that the dryers were hot and that a buck got you more than thirty minutes. I remember some rip-off places where the dryers took forever and cost $$. I did two loads. Drove home with everything in the dryer, got hangers, and returned. I folded and hung up everything.

President Trump’s news conference on the terrible plane crash was on Fox News with sound. At first, it was a recognition of shared grief for the country and those who lost people. But then it deteriorated into a political attack on the previous administrations, explanations including the obvious statement like the helicopter and plane were at the same altitude (repeated by Fox News until they realized what they were saying) when they crashed together. It was, and I will include this here because it was part of my experiences, disgraceful. But I am sure that my conservative friends can point at other politicians who do the same thing at other events. But this moment impacted me, and I included it as part of my day. Awful!

I ignored the President and Fox and wrote the blog. My lesser hearing has some helpful editing now. I don’t have to hear something. Yes, I am turning into that guy who only hears when he wants to.

Leaving behind the rest of my quarters for the attendant, a few bucks, and Fox News repeating (after cleaning it up) the President’s message, I returned to the house and put away my clean clothing. I washed my face, took my pills, had some coffee and a snack, and was back inside Air VW the Gray. Lunch today is at McMenamins Cedar Hills with Scott.

I arrived early, and Scott was waiting for me. We had Captain Neon burgers (blue cheese, bacon, and veggies) and a Hammerhead Ale. We talked about more politics than usual (we both lean left) and agreed that we have to limit our intake of chaos. We talked about travel (Scott’s wife was in France for a business trip) and our confusion about investments. Trump and Wall Street seem more random than what was expected after the election.

We agree to diversify and have fewer hands-on investments. We decided that it is too easy to be drawn into a storyline and become invested in a stock, both financially and mentally. I have friends who swear by Tesla. The investment seems more emotional to me. Instead, I have Ford (F) shares, which have lost value while paying a good dividend. But my JP Morgan preferred stock shares have been perfect (JPM-D). Both pay about 4.5% dividends (higher now on F as it loses value–not an improvement!). I stay primarily with indexed funds in my managed 401K and only the balance in my books at the end of the month.

Scott and I will meet again on Thursday (though I have a delivery now that may push that).

I returned home and noticed more cold symptoms. My nose is running non-stop. I talk to Deborah a few times as she is done with work (a three-hour time difference) and head to Home Depot. I tour the store with a cart with sides to hold your sheets of construction material. I have two two-by-two wall boards that look punny on the cart. I had various tools and materials for patching walls. I also got some plates, plugs, and switches in all white. I plan to update the bathroom and bedroom plugs and switches. I also gather bug and ant spray. The pests are back, and I am unhappy with my ant people. I will replace them later.

I stop at the strip mall and plug in the EV for a 100% charge. This is a pay network for me, and after $14+, I have a full charge after forty-five minutes, going from 45 to 100%. I see another EV, and the gal gives me a dirty look for using the fast chargers. Folks are always in a rush, so I try not to look smug while I sit in my car. Later, still angry, she gets a fast charge station when another driver finishes, and she still looks like it was my fault that she was waiting. I talked to another driver, who said the issue with EVs is that all the fast chargers are always full of cars, and you must wait. He said you can’t get a charge on the coast, and thus, he can’t drive there. That is a fascinating observation; too many EVs in the area now. How unexpected. It does not match my observation, but there is more to follow.

Mom Wild was having a bad day and thought my sister committed maleficence with Mom’s assets, which I know is a sign of confusion. It is not true. I spend much of the charging time talking her down and telling her that she is fine and her expenses are covered. I have repeated the conversations I and other folks have had with Barb. She sees something she does not like and then spirals into patterns from ten years ago. I reassured her, and she finally returned to calm and reasonable behavior. Later, she called Linda, and they were OK now.

With Mom Wild (Barb) calm and Linda sending a happy text, I called Deborah back, and we chatted for a while. We talked about her trip, which is now just weeks away. We had a nice talk. Soon, I will be on the road again.

All these Air VW the Gray deliveries are to my house. I set up the saw horses and placed the items there for Friday. I look at the challenges and think I can do this. I dust off and head back to the EV.

I arrived at Z’s school, which was near her home. I brought flowers from Home Depot, and we enjoyed the middle school play version of Treasure Island. Z steals the show as Long John Silvers on Z’s crutch and one leg folded back. Unlike some other kids, Z’s mic is taped properly to Z’s face and picks up Z’s clear voicing. It was a fun play with some singing led by Z (“Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest” and so on).

I only had time for some snacks before the play, and for a second snack, I had more cheese and crackers. Time disappeared, and soon, I was late getting to bed. I did not manage any painting. Busy. Busy.

Thanks for reading.

I have found that my life these last six months has been full of discoveries, both fantastic (Deborah, the holiday trip, and my health) and harsh (Volvo’s flooding, broken laundry, and the tax consequences of my buy-out). Today, the Machine, my LG combo washer and dryer, was running the water to rinse through the softener tray, down the front, and onto the floor. Now, it has a repair order. It arrived in May 2024 and is still under warranty. Despite buying the extra coverage at Best Buy, I still call LG on their 1-800 number. I ran various tests, removed the eZDispenser, dumped everything inside, and cleaned it. This changed nothing, except I could tell the folks on the phone that I had performed that ritual and know that the device was undamaged. Later, the repair people moved my appointment from Thursday to Tuesday next week. This means that I plan to visit the laundromat (a word I had to learn to spell) and catch up on my laundry (which is much soaked and dripping) on Thursday morning.

I rose around 7:30 and found the coffee and a pastry from Costco. The liberal coffee got me started, and I began writing the blog. I spent the morning writing, tried to run to use The Machine again, and managed to soak two more towels as I cleaned up the water. I continued to write and looked at options for The Machine. Deborah was free for a call, and we talked about fix-it videos. I found only notes on reducing pressure on the machine. I turned down the water, and it still poured water all over, just slower. I called the warranty call center, and after some back and forth, it was agreed to have a service call.

I did not return to the 4077 figures, but I did spray on prime for more Pandemic figures for the board games with the same name and painted their bases gray. There are about thirty figures, all modern, slightly SciFi looking from a Kickstarter. These are 28mm figures and not the heroic scale we see now, 32mm (the M.A.S.H. figures are 32mm). We gamers mostly mix and match them, ignoring the slight size difference. I plan to paint them and make them options for the board game Pandemic. They come with plastic-colored rings to match the game.

Deborah was free, and we watched Silo on Apple TV+ via Zoom meeting. We both have a license, too, meaning there is nothing wrong with us sharing. It was fun to see each other; we mostly called and texted and watched two more episodes of season 2. The bad guy is the IT director and now the mayor, which I like. There is also some code-breaking in the storyline with the encoded text that appears to be using an Ultra-like device.

For dinner, I had a can of chili with cheese and crackers while watching Silo with Deborah. Next, after wishing Deborah a good evening, I headed to the movie theater. The Met Opera in NYC broadcast was at the theater tonight at 6:30. This is a repeat from the weekend for Aida. Air VW the Gray got me there early. It was lightly attended, though online seats were mostly filled. I heard someone ask for a refund for a group of people who were sick. I suspect COVID-19 or flu has hit some retirement facilities, which explains the empty seats.

The opera was excellent, with impressive singing. I did not know that the Met had not performed Aida for years; this was a new production. It was outstanding, with a mix of high-tech wall displays, costumes that fit the theme but also looked fresh, and a moving stage. While it had a sad ending (I cried), it was fun to see new staging with a group of ‘archeologists’ doing the parade with their ‘findings’ for the march instead of the usual animals and military parade. There was even one ‘archeologist’ with a clipboard checking all the items off a list. And popcorn with opera and a comfortable seat makes it great. This also included some modern dance that was wonderful and mysterious at the same time. Recommended just for the parade alone, you can likely rent it for viewing for a few bucks at the Met website.

I returned home and read for a while. I took a shower and got in my PJs. I put on clean ones and added the PJs to things to take to the laundromat on Thursday morning. I plan to do early morning laundry as there should be only a few machines in use on Thursday morning—they open at 7. I plan to just throw on some clothing and get ‘r done.

Thanks for reading.

 

 

As I drank liberal, fair-trade coffee, I read the news, updated my accounts in Quicken, and read emails. The news was grim for us liberals, and the dark news deeply affected many people I love. As usual, the far right identifies single outliers as reasons for mass punishment. Chaos is now considered better than having a plan. This is not my style of change.

But there is also Hope in my cup—not just the bitterness of unfinished work—that we, even the extreme right, may learn and improve from the chaos. I have already learned more about the US Constitution, including this little thought here this year (recommended reading). And one wonders why יציאת מצרים (Exodus) 22:21 is not remembered more often.

כא  כָּל-אַלְמָנָה וְיָתוֹם, לֹא תְעַנּוּן. Ye shall not afflict any widow, or fatherless child.

It is hard not to become disenchanted with my fellow Americans, but in the end, we are all in this together.

I rose early and walked out to write the blog, having not written it the night before. I restarted The Machine to finish the Tub Clean. While writing the blog, I noticed the water draining well, as I could hear it. I made coffee.

I was sitting in a puddle. My slippers kept my feet dry. I stopped the LG washer/dryer combinations. I grabbed some towels and cleaned up about a gallon of water on the floor. I restarted the Machine while enjoying LG chatbots that suggested various procedures to clean various likely clogged locations.

The Machine pours water out through the detergent and softener door! I halt the process. Apparently, there is an issue, but another test run later, short wash, has no problems. There is a blockage when soap is required and water has poured out. There is a cleaning process for that. I will look up the process and perform it later. Ugh!

I could not complete the blog with all the events and rushed in the morning. I was ten minutes late at Richard’s house in Air VW the Gray in light Tuesday morning rush hour traffic, another forty-minute trip. When I arrived, Richard and James were still assembling the board game, Mansion of Madness, 2nd Edition. James had acquired a used add-on for the game that duplicated some existing parts, and he and Richard were compiling the game to a usable version. Also, Richard and James put all the cards for their games in plastic transparent sleeves, and all the new items needed these protections.

I played a new character from the new material that closely matched my previous one, with slightly different options that might be more helpful. But, as often happens, the scenario we played never enabled me to use my new powers. This storyline was more Hollywood than Lovecraft, with a haunted evil house motif that was first, from what I remember, done by Vincent Price in The House on Haunted Hill, but with ‘real’ evil forces like the Thir13en Ghosts (2001). I enjoyed the play and thought of Mr. Price and other Hammer Films as we continued discovering new things about the haunted house. Richard’s character went insane and failed to win, as the game required additional insane random goals for individual characters that he could not achieve. James and I did win, and we ended the threat.

I headed home, and EV had me home soon with little risk. I did see some fantastic lane changes on the inbound and outbound trips to Portland; one lane change was almost synchronized into the same space with speeding cars (very unusual in the Greater Portland area). Somehow, the drivers missed scratching their vehicle’s paint. I avoided some hot yellow lights but saw many folks getting the most out of a yellow light.

At home, I ran a trial run of The Machine, which did not leak (it would later). I watched more Classic Doctor Who and was surprised at how awful it was. I was curious about how the story worked and ended. Not recommended. I finished some baked beans for a snack. I also reheated the last eggplant bake I made Italian-style the previous month. It reheated well and was good.  Deborah and I chatted once she left work.

Corwin contacted me and suggested plans. He arrived around 5, and we headed to The Golden Valley Brewery, which offers upscale food and prices to match. I wanted to check out their offering for dinner for Deborah and me on 14 Feb. I had the sausages, with Corwin going for the pork schnitzel, and I sent Deborah a photo of the menu for their St. Valentine’s Day. While prices are high, their beef is shipped in from excellent ranches in Eastern Oregon. One of the managers asked Corwin to provide input on his meal; they were curious about what they got right and what was less correct. Corwin (and I had the same sides), and I thought the red cabbage needed more flavor and the potato salad would be better if a hot version was used. The pork was excellent, and the considerable portion size filled him up. We followed this by sharing a key lime cheesecake, a favorite I used to make. The bill, covered by me, was more than three people at another place, but all the food and drinks were perfect. I look forward, as does Deborah, to dinner there on St. Valentine’s Day. Reservations are in place, and TripIt has been updated.

We returned to the house, and Corwin pulled down a board game for me, Wonderland Wars. This is a push-your-luck, resource management, dudes-on-a-board, and worker placement game. It is unusual to fit all this into one game, and the game has some strong process controls and comes with flow charts (see Doctor Who comment on flowcharts here). It also has a mass of figures from Alice and Wonderland (not Disney’s look, but Pacific Northwest’s Manny Trembley) that I need to paint (I have the deluxe version).

I read and watched more Doctor Who and talked to Deborah late in her time. We like to say good night. I then painted figures until late. I am making progress on the 4077 figures (Deborah pointed out that Grammarly and I missed the article, the, in the previous blog, meaning Grammarly context is that I am painting 4,077 figures and not the M.A.S.H. context).

I read more after showering and getting on my PJs. I was wondering about laundry, but instead, I read. I set my alarm for 3:30 to wish Deborah a ‘good morning’ in her morning in Michigan, but my hearing missed the noise, and I woke at 6ish. Hmm.

Thanks for reading.