September 22, 2018

We got up reasonably early for a Sunday. Except it was Saturday. What fun!

We decided to go watch Audrey’s soccer game again. More for a walk destination than the excitement of the game. On our way we found an erratic. Whenever this area was developed they just avoided the rock. The road jogs around, leaving a really wide parking strip.

We were a bit late, arriving just before halftime. Dean was being wild and rambunctious.

Audrey scored a goal in the second half and was quite excited.

We had only planned to walk one way, around 2 1/4 miles, and bus back. When we got to the main road and the bus route, we discovered the road was under repair and the bus route detoured. So we walked the 10 blocks to get to the bus.

All-in-all, not a bad morning.

Doctors-Part 2

September 21, 2018

As promised.

The book of everything from this year’s medical adventure. Cleverly disguised as a driving log.

All rooms so far are interior, no views. In the first room they even turned out most of the lights so the technician could see the echocardiogram screen better. This made it a bit more difficult for me to read some work I had brought along, but not impossible.

On to round two, checking the pacer. All systems are go. 98% use on the bottom, but only 17% on top.

During round 1 I slipped out to get poked as requested by Doctors Part 1. Very little waiting (number 1 in line) and they sucked out 7 vials worth.

Between round 2 and 3 I tried to sneak in a mammogram. Really. They do walk-ins. But it appeared it would take a bit too long, so we opted for a prescription pick-up instead.

Round 3 started late. Ruminating while waiting for rheumatology. Knee is looking good, with no swelling evident.

Results overall. Generally good, but eat more vegetables. (We do eat vegetables every day already. Apparently some folks only eat them once or twice a week.) And Ice, Ice, Ice! Even when all looks well. And a bit of heat after icing won’t hurt. (We can manage this by having me put my hands on Carl’s knees, followed by his hands on his knees.)

And out into the sunshine, or clouds.

Doctors – Part 1

September 20, 2018

I got to go to the doctor for myself. First time in a while, and just for a routine checkup.

I have been a bit nervous about today’s visit, and I am not sure why I should feel that way. New doctor for me, as my previous one has moved out of patient care. New office too. Same building, but I would have remembered this room. Check out the view. (Space Needle).

So far nothing major has come up. But they do want to run some standard lab tests, so I am not out of the woods yet. I think I will wait until tomorrow to get poked, during Doctors-Part 2.

So in short, I got to leave work early today, and get to put off working tomorrow until the afternoon. Downside is that the first part of Doctors-Part 2 starts at 8 am. There will be no sleeping in.

Go, Go, Go

September 18, 2018

Today we celebrated 3 months post 1st surgery. Three months is when the bone that was cut should have healed. Lifting restrictions are lifted.

This afternoon meant lunch out. I had salmon stuffed with crab. Carl had Ahi tuna. They were both quite good. All we needed for dinner was a salad.

He also gave me a nice card. Made me tear up. All systems GO.

After lunch we walked around the Bellevue City Park. It was a lovely afternoon.

A long time ago we went to this park expecting it to be Bellevue High School. This was in the days of Thomas Brothers map books. Ours was a few years old and the high school had moved, the building demolished and the beginnings of a park were evident. But there was no high school, and no baseball field with Carl’s team. I don’t remember how we eventually found the field. It probably involved a phone book at a phone booth to find the correct address for the school.

And Carl can work again. I think it will be a slow start, but he can pick up the kids. That was the big no-no until now.

Dodging Raindrops

September 16, 2018

Northwest style. None of the tropical storm variety. Just summer changing to fall. We have managed to avoid getting soaked, even with outdoor activities interspersed with home based work.

Yesterday we missed Carl’s baseball team’s game in favor of his 6-year old charge’s soccer game. 4 on 4 with no goalies. It was a great set up for this age, lots of running with a little bit of skill thrown in here and there. No crying and no overwrought parents.

And no rain. That came later, while I was attempting to book us a few flights. One for fun, and another for a combination work and fun.

I started with the fun trip, slated for later this year. Carl has a credit burning a hole in his Delta account that expires if he doesn’t fly before the end of the year. This all stems from him trading 2 weeks in the hospital for a trip to Michigan. I started by messing up his security question answers and getting locked out of his account for 24 hours.

No worries, I just moved on to the work/fun trip for next year. As it happens I chose one way flight with Alaska and one way with Delta.

About 23 hours later I embarked back on the fun flight reservations. This time I couldn’t manage to get his credits to show. So I called, again. My problem this time was trying to apply credits from 2 one-way tickets to a round-trip ticket. She helped me book Carl’s flight, in FIRST CLASS! I going as well, but will be riding in steerage. (No credit for me). The bonus for talking with the nice lady in customer service, was that she explained the leftover credit could be used for flights booked before the end of the year, but you didn’t need to fly by then.

The already booked 2019 flight leapt into my mind. If you cancel within 24 hours of booking, there is no penalty, just a refund. I had about 50 minutes to spare. And cancelled the Delta flight. And then rebooked using one of Carl’s remaining leftover credits.

I think I am just about done with being a travel agent for now. Just a shuttle reservation remains.

To celebrate we headed out to the Greek Festival. A combination bus and walk to get to St. Demetrios. It was breezy and smelled like fall. Wet leaves.

Almost as soon as we entered the festival tents the heavens opened up.

We dined on gyros, souvlaki, spanakopita and Greek fries. And watched local dancers.

Finally time to go, and the rain stopped. We decided to try walking the entire way home.

I tried to take a picture of a squirrel eating an apple on a fence. He was too far away, and then went down behind the fence as we got closer. I thought I would be clever and quietly wait for him to reappear. He did, but scampered into the upper branches of the tree, causing a mini-rain shower to land on me. Squirrel 1, Jay 0.

There is a squirrel on the fence. Trust me

There were lots of pretty gardens along the way, both floral and vegetable.

And did, the uphill direction. Through campus.

It is probably one of the longest walks we have done in a while. We are both tired, but it’s a good tired. And we stayed dry (except for the squirrel shower).

Carl and the Washington Badger, er Husky


September 10, 2018

Last week’s workweek was odd.

Monday was not, Tuesday was almost normal. Wednesday I stayed until 8 PM, and then drove myself and a coworker to Olympia. Almost 80 miles. This was so we didn’t have a long drive in the morning, before our 8 AM class. Which lasted until 5 PM, followed by a drive back to Seattle. Friday seemed like it could be more normal, but again lasted until 8 PM.

Don’t worry, I only worked 4 hours on Saturday.

I am trying desperately to get financial information to our consultant, so he can prepare a chapter for me, before he becomes a new father.

It’s all good. Carl is taking good care of me.

And while we were in Olympia there were some sights worth seeing.

Pulp logs in the background

The state Capitol


There was also a small great blue heron fishing.

We saw two successful catches.

Friends visited over the weekend. Talk, and a little baseball. We ended with chicken tikka and a little naan. Satisfying.

Only worked until 6 tonight. So that’s an improvement. And carpooling as a rider. Hopefully I will manage some posts without carpooling. My partner in traffic is taking a 2 week vacation.

It’s Raining!

August 31, 2018

For Jane (see comments), lower section.

I was going to water the vegetables this morning, but when I started out the back door, I saw the railings were already wet. So the tomatoes are on their own.

Carl has been trying to do some straightening around the house. Two of his efforts.

I think this is the haul of baseballs from 2018. He’s planning to give them away to kids during the last game of the season.

You probably can’t tell from the picture, but those are heart-shaped rocks.

Close up view. Yes, Purell has been an important part of our life this year.

All for now. Time for work.


August 20, 2018

I swear I can smell it, in addition to trying to peer through the haze. I have been told the particulant count is down, but the smoke is thicker.

Health advisories are out. We are approaching red levels = “unhealthy.” We can still go purple=”very unhealthy”, or even maroon =”hazardous”.

Approaching first pitch. It’s even less than clear looking across to home plate. It is raining ash.

I did walk at lunch, but sat most of the day at work, picking away at animations for a PowerPoint presentation. It is part of the big project. I had put together outline notes before Carl’s surgery. Slowly trying to catch up, still.

Hazy Perspectives

August 19, 2018

We went to the Dodgers, I mean the Mariners, game last night. There were an impressive number of Dodger blue attired people in attendance. I almost think they may have accounted for more than 50 percent, and it was a packed house. Perhaps it was just that they persisted with the uninspired and unimaginative chant, “let’s go Dodgers.” This was answered by the equally bland, “let’s go Mariners,” to the point where it was hard to discern who I should be cheering for.

The Mariners put up a bit of a fight, but were tied at the end of the 9th inning. In the 10th, after not having scored since the 1st inning, with the bases loaded, they managed to pull off a walk-off. Balk. Not a walk, not a hit, but a shuffle of the feet balk. It was over in an instant.

Today’s game started slowly. The bottom of the first inning took 30 minutes, and the Dodgers scored 5 runs. We were not in our usual seats, so I checked out the different views.

Seattle Skyline

Space Needle

These next few shots were later in the game. It was quite breezy, and I noticed an interesting phenomenon.

Sounders flag blowing west, American flag blowing east.

Notice the difference in air quality from the first picture in the blog

The air quality got really bad last week. I am hoping this is not a repeat.


August 18, 2018

Our upstairs bathroom faucet started dripping about Easter. It was still possible to apply a bit of extra twist to stop the drops. Recently, however, the drops would continue to drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip … well you get the drip, er drift.

I finally had the moment of time, inclination and confidence to take on this repair. Really the first time, although I know we have had other drips and I assume they did not just stop on their own.

So I consulted our DIY book. This book was given to Carl, specifically not to me, several years ago when we had a local contractor redo some of the downstairs bathroom.

Carl ended up taking care of his daughter for a time, and then two kids of a family that lived across the street from the contractor. This has generally been how Carl’s business has been. Word of mouth from friends to their friends. All of these kids have graduated high school and are into their next endeavor.

The book is basic. Perfect for these types of projects. I ignored the book ownership issue and forged ahead.

I started with the cold water tap. It came out easily. I spent a short amount of time looking at the bits and pieces. It was clear that one was in need of replacement, and possibly two.

One trip to the hardware store. $1.74 later and home.

The kind Ace Hardware man agreed that the seat washer needed to be replaced, but said he thought the packing gland should continue, even if it looked a bit worse for wear.

Old vs New

The hot water tap didn’t come out quite as easily, so I am glad I chose the cold first. In the end they both were repaired and seem to be holding the water back. Just to be sure, the tools are not put away, yet.

All this, watering, one load of laundry and still time before leaving for a 3-year old’s birthday party at noon.

As Carl often says, “Three at last, three at last, three at last. Thank God almighty I’m three at last!”