October 19, 2020

Yesterday I mentioned making the choice to walk blurred, rather than fogged. Today’s lunchtime saunter was also in the rain, and my glasses fogged. I tried wearing 2 masks, but eventually the fog appeared.

I kept the glasses on today. We were in the familiar neighborhood. Carl did keep pointing out interesting Halloween decorations, and some were lost to me in the fog. They may have also been lost in the blur.

A few blocks from home I caught a different glimpse of something. This glimpse made me try closing one eye, and then the other. Low and behold, only one lense was fogged. Carl verified this fact.

What I don’t understand is why my good eye, the one that really sees things, was the one that was fogged!


October 18, 2020

Our civic duty has been completed.

Rainy day, but we walked to the ballot box anyway. It’s about a mile away, and there appeared to be a steady stream of people walking or driving up, and waiting a socially distanced bit away, for their turn.

We were masked, as we almost always are when we walk. Today I took off my glasses because I felt blurry beat foggy. I wore a different mask today. It fit well, but didn’t have wire along the nose, and I think that caused more fogging. Or the dewpoint.

Other than the walk it was a bit of a lazy weekend. I continue to call it travel recovery, but after today that excuse will have run its course.

My home work station is now surrounded by watchers. Our cutouts are home for the winter. I wonder if it would work to have them sit in on a meeting or two.

Fully into fall now means it’s also time for the World Series. The Rays are in for the AL, and the Dodgers/Braves decision is currently figuring itself out. There are varying reasons to root for or against any of these teams, so it could be a fun series to watch. And thanks to the Rays for taking the Astros out, I would have had to root against those cheaters! They may say they were treated poorly, but they brought it on themselves, and I think they profited most by not having fans in the stands.

Time to go

October 13, 2020

It has been a great trip. One leg to go, and back to the grindstone.

Time is showing everywhere.

Puff balls.

10/10 showing their age

Trees are beautiful in their fall plumage.

Many, many walks. The County Farm Park was a pleasant nearby discovery. One afternoon our walk consisted of covering all of the different paths within the park.

Elevated Water Tower

The Maya Lin Wave Field was also new to us. (On UofM’s North Campus. )

Francois Xavier Bagnoud

Of course family was the main event, and spending the early distant time for the later close times was worth every moment.

Soccer basketball revival.

It’s a family thing
It’s a grandparent thing
It’s a great-grandparent thing
It’s a great-aunt thing
It’s a family thing


October 3, 2020


The usual

On a walk


That’s a live toad looking for help to get out of a window well at our Airbnb

And late tonight the grandson and his attendants arrive.

In the meantime, today was a sorting to sort of flinging day. There was definitely some odds and ends that were discarded, and a few more recycled. Sometimes when you buy a piece of clothing, they give you an extra matching button or two, and maybe some thread or yarn. Years later, who knows where that garment is. The buttons went into a button jar, backing into recycle, and plastic packaging into the trash. Many different sewing notions were sorted. Knitting needles and hunks of yarn gathered. A good day for deciding what to save, what to let go, what to offer to others, and what needs an in person decision.

I wonder what will be in the next sorting sortie.

Testing, testing

September 27, 2020

Today is predicted to be the last really nice day for a while. Rain tomorrow and then temperatures declining a bit each day. It is fall, so no complaints. On our recent jaunts we found turkeys and puffballs.

3 of the 7
Michelin Man aka Bibendum

Today we had a chance to walk with Dad, on some of his regular routes, including a stop at a 3 story little library. And a political sign that makes him laugh.

We took advantage of the time walking to run a load of laundry. Cleanliness is next to godliness? And shared some stories back and forth.

Other Neighborhood Art

Our first activity today did not take as much energy as the walk, although I am not used to holding a clutch in while waiting in line. We got tested for Covid in a drive up testing site.

Pretty painless, not too much time, and free.

Off schedule

September 24, 2020

Got up early a few days ago. Not tremendously early, but earlier than the day before. A good friend got up early too, to take us away.

We sat in the back, with our N95s on. Well, mine was a KN95, but Carl had the real deal, although I think it was a pretty old one from some work project. One of the bands broke almost immediately, but it worked with just the one band.

We sanitized our way through the airport, almost walking past our gate. We are usually at the end of the terminal (is that redundant?), but this time we were next to a Starbucks, which is why we had slowed down.

We “bought the row” on Alaska, guaranteeing a vacant middle seat. And it was, also the 3 seats on the other side of the aisle and the 3 behind us. Smooth sailing, and a ride into A2. Masks all around.

Carl’s friend, unmasked

We are now ensconced in our quarantine bnb. It is quite comfortable, with a good work space and a living area that is big enough to have a socially distanced visitor. So far we have had my sister over, delivering groceries and sharing a beer. And this morning Dad showed up! We are about 1-1/2 miles away so completely walkable, since we have borrowed his car. We are really keeping our distance, and limiting the time, but the masking is an interesting proposition. He is a bit deaf, so lip reading is a big part of hearing. Especially when he leaves his hearing aids at home. We are meeting him halfway tomorrow, after he is done with his swim. They just reopened the pool for limited, timed appointments. Only 4 at a time, in your own lane. Sounds perfect to me.

What has been weird is waking a bit late for local time, yet not needing to start work until almost lunch, and then working until after a normal dinner time. Then it’s bed time! Confusing.

We have found a nearby set of walking trails. Not too long, maybe a mile and a half loop, but then loops within loops. And we even found a neighborhood entrance foot path, although it looks like it turns into a creek when it rains.

In case we forget where we are

OMG so much

September 19, 2020

First and foremost, RIP RBG!

I am bereft and can’t listen to anything, but wished I could have paid my respects at the Supreme Court.

I went to work yesterday. To the building. Wore my mask most of the day, except when in my office with the door closed. And in the car on my way, because I left my mask at home, along with the bag of jigsaw puzzles. But we have them at work. My first wearing of a KN95. I bought some for travel, but I think the work variety has slightly longer ear loops.

Work on site was necessary to access the building security system to remove access for a worker who has decided to go elsewhere. But also printed a few things, looked at some paper files that have never been scanned, and filed some bits piling up in my in-box.

This is what happens when you have not been around much. They block your door without even thinking twice.

I’ll see the building again in a month, or so. Hopefully I will be adding one or two new folks to the security system.

Today has been busy with home work, and a brief sighting of Corwin during a video chat.

I ventured outside to roll up and store the hoses, and throw out the old one with a stuck, rusted nozzle. And it is clear enough for a walk!

The only time I have been outside this last week was to drive to work and back.

After a few false starts we finally got out the door. And it started to rain. But we kept going, not missing the first opportunity in over a week. We dropped a book in a little library, and noted the prior book we dropped off was gone. Deposited a check. Mailed some checks to others. It was almost normal. Er, new normal.

Upon our return the next task was to cut Carl’s hair. The 2nd Covid cut.

Before, from a week ago.

Notice the fringe extending from the back of his head


The fringe is gone. Maybe too gone.

The pile.

Finally, one of our friends, Adam, is a local brewer. His family has the seats behind us at the Mariners. We got this gem today.

Adam has lost his mind. But the beer referred to here, “You’ll be back” is quite good. Click on the link. Enjoy. Not quite Hamilton Broadway, but a close second.


September 10, 2020

We had chicken for dinner tonight.

I was carefully cutting mine into bite sized pieces and Carl asked me if I was cutting it up for my grandmother.

I said, “I am the Grandma!”

Then, after a little reflection, I realized I am the only current Grandma in Carl and my little immediate family.

The son of 2 library science majors is doing a little reshelving

I still picture my mothers’ mother when I say Grandma. She was the grandparent I spent the most time with growing up, since we spent our summers at the cabin.

Grandma Finlayson. Picture stolen from my cousin’s blog, without permission. Because 3 hours time difference means it’s too late.

Grandma was a lovely lady, but not quite the vision I have of myself. Maybe I should look in the mirror.

Clear to not

September 9, 2020

We went for a nice long walk on labor day. We had an errand to run, which took us out of our immediate neighborhood, so we decided to use the errand as a launching pad.

Parking at the Ballard Locks, which was closed, we headed north. Our initial destination was Sunset Hill Park. The locks are essentially at sea level, and Sunset Hill is, well, near the top of a hill. This part of the walk was all uphill. Some inclines, some steep, but all up.

Zoom in on the right side of the picture to read about the park

The next segment was fairly level as we continued north to a staircase and path. Which led to the western, very much downhill, segment.

300 actual stairs plus some dirt switchbacks. We went down. There was an alternative to follow the curvy road down. I would not normally choose the road because – cars on a very windy road with no sidewalks. Seattle has closed a handful of roads to traffic to give the Covid walkers and bicyclists more room to socially distance while getting out of their houses. This road is one of those.

Reaching Golden Gardens Park at the bottom, we turned south to follow the waterfront back to the locks.

On this normally quiet few miles we encountered a small protest group. Small, but effectively blocking vehicular access into and out of the marina and Golden Gardens park area. One man trying to exit was loudly trying to explain that he needed to get out to get to his wife. Normally there are two access routes. See prior note on road closures.

This protest did not make the news that I saw. Possibly because there were other, larger events to follow.

We finally were approaching the locks and pulled over to order lunch.

When we parked we noticed the Red Mill Totem House restaurant. They make a great bacon burger. I’ll just have your cubic foot of stacked bacon please. But they were closed for Labor Day, and the people we saw working were just doing a deep clean.

Back home we managed our own lunch, and a lazy afternoon.


September 4, 2020

Work, again. Enough said.

We did manage a noon walk and I remembered to grab one of the books I had ready to repopulate Little Free Libraries. When we reached the library of the day, I dutifully put my book in, and ended up taking 2 out. One sounded a bit interesting, and then I spied an Eric Larsen book I have not read. I might have put the first choice back, but there was a bee buzzing around me that just would not go away, so I closed the door and scooted.

We did pass a small flock of small flamingos I had not seen before.

It brought to mind my Father’s birthday several years ago now, when we had him flocked.

He was quite the good sport, posing with his birding binoculars.