May 8, 2026 – Doug and his computer

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This is not a dig on Doug but the efforts expended were directly related to his laptop.

Doug is the Financial Officer for American Legion Post 42. As far as I know, he’s the only one that’s held that position since the post was started 135 years ago. Considering the span of years, I could be wrong. If that turns out to be true, I believe I’ll at least be close to correct.

He keeps all his files on his laptop and generally shares his information with hard copies for the troops to review. Post meetings are held in the Moose Lodge and they have three large TVs mounted in the room they use. Someone asked Doug if he could display his files on those TV’s. He told this person, “Yes I can.” Then he called me.

We spent an hour or so at the lodge seeing how things work there and we came up with a solution. The first choice, for me, was to use Bluetooth for connectivity, but that didn’t seem to be a choice. Another option was to connect directly to the TV via HDMI. During our discovery, we were able to do that, but making it work would require purchasing a very long HDMI cable. Since the TVs looked fairly new I figured there must be a better way.

So, we got busy pushing buttons to see what happens. That’s my solution for any computer problems and generally it’s productive. It this case it was so it’s all good. I haven’t been to an AL meeting in quite a while but I agreed to show up at the next one to support Doug and his first effort in front of the crowd. I will, I’m sure, be a target for many reasons but I’m not worried. Doug has my back.

The lodge was not officially opened this morning when we did our work but a lady was working in the office. When we were leaving she asked for help getting into the office because she inadvertently locked herself out. The only way in was via the service window in the hall. Doug has trouble walking and the lady in distress wasn’t up to the task so I drug a chair over to the window and inserted myself into the office. Doing this required me to bend myself in half, literally, and slide in feet and head first. It worked. During the process the lady questioned my age saying, “You aren’t really 81, are you?” I said, “No. I’ll be 82 in 12 days.” She was amazed. So was Doug. I bet he was sure he’d have to find a way to , I extract me from the window and the ledge that I was sliding on. But, I fooled all three of us. I was adlibbing everything I did about getting through the window. I amazed myself. Tomorrow will tell the tale about which muscles I tweaked the wrong direction. So far, I feel just fine.

My only fear about the entire process was that bending myself in half might could easily have caused me to expel some extra gas that I seem to have, all the time. The down side of that is that sometimes, expelling gas sometimes results in accompanying debris and the need to purchase new underwear. Fortunately, that didn’t happen.

That’s my story for today.

April 24, 2026

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Today for lunch I made a peanut butter and orange marmalade sandwich. Normally I use strawberry jam, or grape jelly but I couldn’t find it but the orange marmalade was right there in front of me. I like orange so I thought it would be OK, but it really wasn’t. It wasn’t a good pairing. So, I’m tossing that stuff out and will stick to the regular stuff from now on. I ate the entire sandwich, in case you’re wondering. I did that thinking, with every bite, it’s going to get better. It didn’t. Actually, it was really bad, it just wasn’t normal. I like normal.

It’s a nice sunny day out there so Max is taking advantage of it, laying in the yard, daring that eagle to show up. Oddly, I haven’t seen him since I reported him last time I saw him. I think he’s waiting for me to forget, then he’ll make a run at Max. If he does, I have no doubt he’ll have his claws full of fury and will let him go. Then Max will strut to the back door, look at me and cock his head a little to the right, which means “Did you see that? I was flying!”

I started cleaning up the computer room, finally. It’s a mess. I started in my corner, stacking papers in separate piles for filing, shredding, or just a ?? pile. much of it goes in the ?? pile. Much of the mess was created when I started digging around in the filing cabinet looking for things I needed to file taxes. During that process I got diverted just about every time I blinked. This resulted in many stacks of paper for many reasons. Finally, I just started stacking them in piles by color. Not the paper color, but the color of what every the business logo was.

After a couple days of this it began evident that doing this was not productive so I switched to piles that were set specifically to Diane, specifically to me, and specifically to Diane and me. That was much easier. Then I worked on each pile to separate them into bills that I needed to pay, bills that were already paid, advertisements begging for monetary donations, and ads.

Now there are stacks of paper all over the floor, a lot like there was when I started this job, so now I’m thinking that if I just shred it all I’m pretty sure if there’s a bill in there someone will let me know. I’m not all the way there, yet, but it’s definitely on the table for consideration.

Then there’s Diane’s computer. She complained about that computer all the time but she wouldn’t let me replace it with something she’d like better. It’s not a bad computer, it’s just slow for many reasons. One reason is because she didn’t like deleting her old email. She kept every one of them. Forever. Because of that I have a hard time thinking about doing that myself and passing the computer on to someone else. One of these days maybe I’ll start drinking wine early in the afternoon so I can work up the courage to clean it up.

Maybe tomorrow.

April 27, 2026 – Resting

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Max thought he was going to rest but the look on his little face is obviously letting me know that he didn’t sign up to be a book rest. He told me later that he tried to tell Lydia, but she ignored him. I think he wasn’t really talking to her, just tried to connect mentally.

April 21, 2026 – Bunco Babes

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Yes, those are real people. There are 12 members and a couple of alternates that are called on to fill spots when someone can’t make a scheduled play date. Those happen once a month. If you attended school, and paid attention, you might have performed a little math in your head and realized why there are 12 members. If not, then you’ll just have to travel down this path with me in the dark, wondering about that.

One of the members is blessed with the responsibility of keeping their membership information up to date. To do that it’s imperitive that the annointed one must be closely attached to someone to whom that responsibiity is passed. If that doesn’t happen, chaos steps in ensuring the result is that no one will know who’s turn it is to make Pu Pu Platters.

Yes, Pu Pu’s are a real thing and whether or not you’ve heard that name, you’ve certainly had them once in a while during your time on earth.

During Diane’s time with us she was the Keeper of the Names. Consequently, I was the one to whom she delegated the responsibility for keeping the names current because I have a better computer than she did and I can type stuff. Also, I’d do anything she asked me to do. I’m a handy guy to have around. It’s true, I am.

The Bunco Babes gather en masse at the location of the member designated as the hostess for that month. Generally, this schedule is determined well ahead of time, like in November, for the following year. That’s a rule. Though most of them don’t remember, they voted on it in 2004.

Since Diane was one of the 12, everyone showed up at our house on the designated Monday to roll the dice, drink wine if they wanted, and partake of whatever Pu Pu’s are served. Since Diane left us early, Lydia has assumed her role for this household. At this point, I’m not sure if anyone has designated the delegated responsibility of keeping the schedule. If that vacancy is still open, I suspect that someone will be chosen once at least one of the Babes reads this and goes, “Huh! He’s right. Who does that now?”

In the designated house, the hostess sets up 3 tables at which the 12 will sit to start the game. If you’ve done your math, you’ll have figured out that 4 members sit at each table. This simple formula ensures that no one remains standing.

On the main table there is a bell which is used to alert all players of various events that happen throughout the game. The really important one is if someone has to go to the bathroom, a member at the main table rings the bell, yells “Break!” and all activity is stopped until that member returns to her seat. Then, play resumes with the bell and, “Play!”

The play consists of each member at the table puts the 3 dice into a cup (provided) and dumps them, looking for the current number that ranges, oddly enough, from 1 to 6. The roller does this as quickly as possible, counting how many of the dice show the proper number. If all three dice turn up the proper number, everyone at the table yells, “BUNCO!” There’s a scoring process for each roll that escapes me for now, but I may remember later. Or not.

Multiple buncos can be rolled throughout the game and the one who has the most is a winner. She gets the big prize. There’s also a Boobie prize for the worst game. If there is a tie for any prize, there is a roll

off between the potential winners. For #1, the best roll wins. For last place, at this time, the same rule applies. However, I think it should be just the opposite for last place. The worst roll should be declared the winner. Just a suggestion. Lydia thinks it’s already that way, but she isn’t sure since she’s never had to roll off for the Boobie prize.

That’s about it for this session. I’m tired and need to rest my weary bones.

Good night.

April 15, 2026 – Taxes

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I reported previously that I did my taxes. Today I’m happy to report that the IRS has successfully pulled the missing money they let me use last year from my bank. Now they can get in there any time they wish and take what they want.

It’s 34 degrees this morning (0730) so summer is officially over, at least for a while. We had a few really nice days so I can’t complain. There will bd more, but hard telling when. It will probably get oppressively hot which will give me another reason to complain. I need to stop doing that … complaining.

Max is making his presence known by slowly walking past me to go stare out the patio door, longingly, at the back yard. When I don’t react, he turns around and hangs his head as he walks back to his perch on a couch.

Since I’m a pushover, I fold and hook him up for a walk and I let him choose the direction. So far, using that approach takes the sting out of his evil eye look.

It’s taken me a lot of time to get this post to this point because for some reason I cannot find my iPad keyboard just quits working. It’s an amazing thing and the fact that it works at all baffles me. There are only 3 connections between the keys and the iPad. I’m not going to go beyond this point with my wondering. It seems to be working OK now so I’m leaving it alone.

I traded my old iPhone 15 pro max for a 17 pro. I didn’t get the max version again because my hand shrunk. The smaller phone is easier to hang on to and I figure there’s less chance of me dropping it. It’s the orange one. Now I need to find a case for it. I decided that i need to be in a store when I do that. Maybe I’ll take a trip to Walmart later.

I took Max to the river for his first walk of the day then we stopped by Grocery Outlet for bread, avocado, and little dog food. He ran out of his crunchies.

Did I mention that I discovered why he sometimes let his Farmer’s Dog food sit around for a day or so before eating it. He likes it warmed up. Giving it 30 seconds in the micro pleases him and he eats it right away. I totally understand and feel bad that I didn’t think of this sooner. I’ve got to be careful about how much I cater to his whims because I suspect he’s thinking about having me feed it to him with a fork. Bottom line for him, I’m sure, is eating at the table with everyone else.

The picture above is a car carrier on its way to Portland. It was riding very high in the water which told me it was empty. I earlier heard that there was a recall on a bunch of cars that were delivered just a few weeks ago so I suspect this ship is going to pick them up. Then it’s going to return them to the factory where the defaults to will be corrected. Seems to me that it would be easier to just fix them where they are instead of sending them all the way back to Japan, or wherever they came from, right? Could have something to do with tariffs. Who knows?

That ship can carry about 8000 cars so I guess they wanted to clear the lot for the next batch.

If you have read this far, and believe any of that, I’d be amazed. It’s pure fiction. Don’t listen to anything I have to say about anything.

I probably should just stop now and call it a day. Hope everyone is well and happy.

Ciao.

April 12, 2026 – Random Stuff

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Recently I discovered that I could recapture some memories of Diane by listening to the voice messages she left me over he years when I failed to answer my phone. I was lost in the recordings for a long time. Hearing her talk, and laugh, was so comforting.

One of the reasons I found this discovery a blessing is because I’ve not had any dreams of Diane since she left. Maybe it’s been that way with me forever, but seems like she would creep into my dreams once in a while. Then, thinking about it, I can’t recall ever having a dream that included Diane, ever. So, not having them now might be perfectly normal. But, I would really like it if she would show up sometime. Until then, I have her recordings.

Most of last week was like a peek at the summer to come. The temps soared into the low 70’s and we had crystal clear days. It was very enjoyable. Max enjoyed it, too. So much did he enjoy it that he spent many hours tied up to a long rope and he didn’t complain at all. He hardly moved. His yard visits started out with him walking a couple feet off the patio into the closest spot of sunshine where he laid down and stayed there until something got his attention. He eventually wound up visiting all parts of the yard before wanting to to come inside.

A couple days ago, just to break up our sunny days, we had a pretty busy thunderstorm. I was sitting in my chair for all of us but I could hear the thunder. When Lydia got home from work around 8-ish, she said she was entertained by the lightening in addition to the thunder. Coming down Cornelius Pass she said was pretty spectacular. Thankfully, everyone made it home safely.

April 7, 2026 – I did my Taxes!

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I wasn’t going to do a post today, but I finished my taxes yesterday, all by myself, and I’m so happy about that. I felt a little guilty about sending them off without Diane’s blessing, but that wasn’t an option. So, I pushed all those buttons and made them go away. Thankfully, before I went to bed, both Federal and State had accepted what I sent so now all I have to do is sit around and wait for the money to disappear from my checking account. That’s a comforting thought.

The sun has been shining bright the last couple of days, and it appears we’re in for another beautiful day. These are the days Max loves to walk about 3 feet into the yard, to the first spot of sunshine, and lay down for a few hours. He’s truly a California dog. Luckily he doesn’t sun burn. I’ve noticed that every once in a while he’ll retreat to the patio, and shade, to cool off a bit, then he’s back in the yard.

Yesterday we had a disturbing visitor that landed in one of the trees across the creek from us where he had a good view of our yard, and Max.

Yes, that’s a real deal Bald Eagle who I think would really like to get close to Max. I dove off that branch as we watched and flew away downstream, about 4 feet off the water. His wing span appeared to be about 8 feet and he was truly majestic as he sailed away. Baylee took this photo for us. So now I have to really monitor Max when he’s outside. Glenn, our neighbor, told us that he’s been hanging around for a long time. He, and his wife Darlene, said they have photos of him taking a bath in the creek, and even saw it catch a fish out there. So, yes, there are fish in Milton Creek.

Now that the taxes are done I can relax a little. I don’t know what came over me to jolt me into action yesterday. That’s so unlike me. But, now I can concentrate on the important stuff in life.

For some reason I also checked my calendar to see if something important was pending and found an entry that required me to take Max to see Dr. Burns for a checkup and some shots. He loves her. She lets him lick her nose,

I need to go grocery shopping today because I ate the last banana this morning. I’m out of my Jimmy Dean breakfast things, too. I had to eat oatmeal this morning which isn’t normal for me. And, I need shrimp. I really like shrimp. If I had feathers they would be pink, I’m sure.

It’s time to wrap this up. Things are getting out of hand. Hope everyone has a wonderful day.

April 5, 2026 – I missed April Fool’s Day

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I don’t know how that day got past me so quietly. I suppose if I’d watch the news once in a while, someone would have let me know about it. As it is, I’m locked into a routine of waking up each morning to an empty house (Lydia is already on her way to work, or she’s already there), and I lay in bed for a while, considering whether or not I should get up. Then Max moves, letting me know I really should get up and take him for a walk.

He needs a big yard to play in, untethered, so I can wake up slower. Yesterday was beautiful, sunshine all day, 70+ out there and he relished in it by mostly laying in the sunny spots he finds in the year. Yes, just laying in the sun is his idea of a perfect day. When the sun moves to the back yard, he doesn’t even have to go far, just step off the patio and there it is, a sunny patch to lay in. I check on him frequently to see how he’s doing and he lets me know his desire when I ask if he wants to come in the house If he does, he comes running. If he’s no done with the sun, he just lays down and looks longingly at me. He’s got me trained.

It’s Monday, and other than folding my clothes, I don’t have an agenda. Max has an appointment with Dr. Burns at 10:30, but that’s all. He loves visiting her, unlike some of his friends. He’s not the least bit afraid. The last time we were in the clinic I was busy at the counter so I just dropped his leash. We were the only ones in the waiting area so I saw no problem. After about 10-15 minutes one of the techs came to me and handed over his leash letting me know that he’d wandered into the working area in the back. He was just wandering around learning stuff. He’s curious. My first impulse was to let her know if they would keep the doors closed he couldn’t’ve got back there but I simply thanked her and took the leash. I shouldn’t’ve let him loose. He’s a busy little guy.

Yesterday Jennie and Daniel celebrated Jeran’s birthday in addition to Easter. The house was full of people, the way Jennie likes it. The Little’s (Sian and Jasper) had a blast searching the yard for eggs that their older siblings had gleefully distributed, then guided them on their quests to fill their bags. Jasper got fixated on finding just red eggs, so his bounty was less than Siah’s, but that was OK with his. It was a period of chaos as they frolicked around the house but a joy to watch.

Once all that was done everyone went back to the house so Jeran could open his gifts. He’s now 26. While he opened his presents, the Littles (6 & 5) ran non-stop all over the house. The chaos had moved inside. It was OK. Actually, it was wonderful.

This is the bundle of kids from two families. L to R is Jeran, Jerrie, Baylee, Lydia, Gilligan, Cedric, and Elisabeth. The Little’s in front are Jasper and Siah. I’m sure you can imagine how this activity in the yard went. Two small people running wildly around the yard with no fear because they had 7 body guards keeping track of them. It’s like that all the time. What fun.

The clock has creeped around to 0900 so I better get Max outside before he bursts.

I hope everyone has a great week.

March 30, 2026 – It’s Springish

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It’s been a few days since I’ve put my hands to the keyboard and, I know, every time I’m absent for a while, I ask for forgiveness for withholding myself from your presence. I thought about that for a while and came to the conclusion that most of you are probably just fine with my absence, and probably could have gone another couple of weeks without bothering you. I understand. How pompous it is of me to think that by not writing stuff I’m depriving you of something. Sounds like I’m a little full of myself, right? Well, I’m certainly full of something but it isn’t myself I’m full of.

When I was preparing myself to get this started I actually had a plan. Sadly, as I sat in my chair Max joined me, causing me to rearrange myself to accommodate both Max and my iPad. By the time that all happened, my mind was blank causing me to just start writing something that didn’t mean much, which is true for most of the things I write. That’s the truth, it’s not me just throwing a pity pout your way hoping for someone to tell me how important it is for them to hear from me more often.

No, I’m not fishing for credit. I do what I do to make room in my brain for important things like what would be good for lunch, is there toilet paper in the bathroom, when was the last time I weighed myself, should I get gas for the Car, do we have an avacado. Stuff like that.

Lydia is learning Chinese. I applaud her for such an ambition and truly, I’m grateful that she’s giving me the opportunity to also learn Chinese. She doing this by watching Chinese soap opera shows on TV, something I didn’t know we could do. It comes with sub titles and she can keep up with everything that’s going on. I’m not that gifted. While listening to the people speaking Chinese I’m reading the sub titles as fas as I can but it’s impossible for me to keep up with the action. As a result, I have no clue about what’s going on so I have to ask Lydia questions. Lots of them. She’s very kind and I’m happy that she can repeat to me exactly what’s been happening. She amazes me with that talent.

It’s not just Chinese serial shoes, either. She knows everything there is to know about the Marvel series of movies too. There are about 97 of them and she can tell you the whole story about each one of them, in sequence according to when they were first shown. Last night we watched number 20, I think. I lied about the 97. I really don’t know how many they are. There’s just a lot of them. Lydia isn’t the only one in her family who can recite the Marvel saga, movie by movie. Both her brothers can do it also, as can their Dad and Mother. They have an amazing family. I don’t have that skill.

The weather is turning toward spring, a little bit every day. Jeff has been by to mow the lawn a few times already. He keeps it looking really nice. He’s a hard worker. I’m pleased about that because he has all the pieces necessary for berming up the wild acre out back next to the shed. I’m not going to get into that right now so you’ll just have to imagine what you think it might entail.

Now, let’s talk about Lydia’s garden. She spent some long days, in the rain, getting all her plants planted next to the side of the driveway. For a few days it looked really nice, then we had a doozy of a rain storm that beat pretty much all of it flat. When I go out there how I can’t find one thing that she planted. Some folks think the deer got to the tender plants and relieved Lydia from the need to take care of them. The only things that are left are the gladiolus and tulips that she brought home in a bucket. They lived in that bucket for a couple of weeks before planting them. Now that the garden is missing, the flowers are looking really good.

There’s still hope that the garden will pop up. It would be nice.

Two days ago Aunt Carolyn called for help to clean up her gutters. She had all the equipment ready to go so instead of seeking help from Jeff, I thought it was something I could handle.

I was almost done brushing and rinsing dirt off the gutters when I discovered a previously unknown feature of my Apple Watch. This happened when I took a tumble into the flower bed, landing hard on my right knee first, the rest of me followed.

Rolling to my back, as I always do after falling, I laid there a moment to gather what senses remained, and noticed a very strong vibration from my watch. Turning it so I could read I was greeting with “It appears you have taken a hard fall. Are you OK, or do you need assistance?” There were two choices on the watch, as well: 911 and Exit.

Since I could still feel, and move, all my extremities, I selected Exit and the vibration stopped, sending the watch back to normal mode. “WOW” I thought. “That’s a nifty feature.” I was able to attain a vertical position and the knee didn’t hurt all that bad, but I was sure there was pain coming to see me over the next few days. There’s always a delay for some reason.

I think that does it for this post. See you whenever I remember it’s time to write something.

Jeff and Heather made me some fingers.