Raincharm’s Weblog

I know there have been periods when I missed the bus on blogging.
Lately I have been trying to fit it in while carpooling, and occasionally from home.
I had written three posts, uploaded, and just assumed they actually posted.

Oops.

Apparently I hit some wall for storage of pictures.

That has been rectified now.
And the last three posts are as written originally – no post post editing here.
Except that somehow I posted them in reverse order.

I hope to get this rectified today, and then move on to work.

Happy Veterans Day for all those of you that read this that are veterans (I am guessing about 1)

Morning is looking bright. Other than work my mind is on the neighborhood meeting I plan to attend tonight. In our neighborhood. To discuss whether we will have the pleasure to pay to park in front of our house.

This is a more complicated issue than it might seem on the surface. I was opposed to this in the past, although some other nearby blocks have had an RPZ for several years now.

Factors that will sway me towards another annual bill include the pending loss of parking on the arterial at the end of the block, in favor of a split off bike lane. There’s already a bike lane. Coupled with lots of new apartments with little or no parking, and being close enough to the university to have hide and ride parking. (Drive to our neighborhood, park in a free spot and take a local bus.)

This is largely due to the light rail stations currently under construction nearby, which I heartily support.

A few weeks ago I was home during the day and realized the 2 hour RPZ parking limit during the day meant lots of parking. Blocks like ours were full.

The other side is the proposal to add parking to both sides of our street ( currently just one side) which I oppose. Adding the RPZ would limit the results of adding parking, where parking hours are limited.

The restaurant on the corner would benefit because their patrons don’t usually hang around more than 2 hours. Maybe they should pay for the RPZ permits.

We’ll see.

Carl had a red letter day yesterday. O-negative in particular.

While he was out doing a public service, I was home sawing logs. A protracted session.

I came home early from work on Friday, not feeling well. It helped that I had not carpooled that day, and reached my 40 hours well before I snuck out the door. (I didn’t really sneak, I did tell customer service support (our new term for our receptionist).)

When the morning eventually dawned I was feeling much more myself. Made some coffee and settled down to do some family arithmetic. Receipts, checkbooks, a few bills. I have caught up with Carl’s Phoenix trip and we are on our way to having Mariners season tickets again. (Just try to discourage us with your losing season.)

By afternoon it was time to go out and socialize. I should preface this to say that I really did feel better than the day before. We met several of one of Carl’s old teams to rally for a teammate who is battling cancer. I don’t know his real prognosis, but he looked good and said he is tolerating the chemo, but very tired.

Our next event of the day was a Broadway traveling musical. It considered two life courses possible from one decision made in something like Central Park. Who knew that a central character could be a city planner.

Yes, the lead was that woman of “Let it Go” fame from Frozen. And she does have quite a voice. Perhaps it was the show being set in New York with young women finding their way, but Carl said he could not help but think of Ashlan during the song titled, “What the F**k?”.

It’s a rainy weekend in Seattle, baseball season is over and the Seahawks have a bye, I think a day of newspapers and soccer viewing may be in order.

My mind is a blank.
Not really, but it is crowded with things that just need to get done, both at work and home.

And with only so many hours in a day, it is hard to believe I will still waste time on unimportant diversions.

Oh, and I finished a book, The Martian. Great book, and now I can go back and read Mark’s blog on the subject. And to be clear, I don’t place reading in the unimportant diversions. But this book was of the variety that encourage me to read longer and later than is good for jumping out of bed the next morning.

And now too many to do items in my head means my mind is a blank. Unless you want to see the list.

On another list, we have several folks scheduled to stop by the house for an evening or two. One, then five, then two. Not in all that quick succession, just a cluster of scheduling.

On a read carefully noted, one (or five) wrote they were coming to see the Who. Until I followed their link, and it was Dr. Who, at the EMP.

Makes more sense.
We may even join that expedition ourselves.

Fall foliage

And now I must stop this ramble to look up when they are cleaning off the gum wall today.