Archive for May, 2020

Sunday’s Shearing the Sheik

May 31, 2020

Before, notice the corona.

The tools.

Pre shearing

Post shearingNot too many tears were shed. Not even in howling laughter.

I don’t want to be anywhere close when a trained hairdresser gets hold of him.

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The Great Haircut Chase

May 30, 2020

The last two days have had glorious weather. Sunny and warm. Yesterday I did not get even one walk in! We took the Corolla in for a safety recall, and those 2 trips to deliver and pickup took the time usually reserved for exercise. Not that the car is being driven much. We have to make an effort to make sure it gets a few miles every few weeks. But it seemed like it would be easier to schedule. It was! When was the last time I got non-emergency service scheduled in under 2 weeks, this was the next morning.

Today started with thunder, lightning and rain. Thunder and lightning are not frequent visitors, so that was fun. We had an errand to run, so we headed out into the wet on foot. Mind you we were back to just rain or dripping from the trees. It wasn’t really raining when we left.

The focus of today’s errand was hair clippers. Carl has had enough. 3 months without a haircut is fairly long for him, and it may have been 4 months. Hair salons are still not allowed, and not sure we would want to chance them yet, if they were allowed.

I watched a few YouTube videos on the subject and decided I could give it a try. What could possibly go wrong?We have a beard trimmer, not that it has been used, that I thought I could use. But the lengths included seemed short. The close buzz was not my vision. So we set our sights on an inexpensive version with hair attachments.

There are three Bartells within walking distance, and we always need walks.

As we were preparing to leave, Carl noticed our neighbor’s dog wandering in a yard across the street. I rushed outside and called Brandi back and put her back in her yard. Then I texted her owner, just to make her aware of the escape and return. Finally we set out. After a bit we passed another walker and I realized I did not have my mask on! It had been forgotten in the Brandi diversion. We hesitated and decided to continue, figuring we could limit entrance to the store to 1 person.

The website said supplies were limited, so we knew our chances were also limited. The first Bartells was Green Lake. I took Carl’s mask and went in. I found the shampoo that had been added to the list, because we would be there, but the clerk said somebody else had snagged the one hair clippers package they had. Next up was the Roosevelt Square Bartells. Nothing on their shelves, so we decided to go home. It was starting to rain and we could get the other mask.

Instead of just heading out to U Village, I checked the website. That store said, “out of stock.” On a whim I checked Target. The large Target was out, but the relatively new, smaller, U District Target had them. So bought for pickup. This walk was in the rain for the entire time. But it was successful, and I am almost at 10,000 steps.

Apparently the first charge should be for 8 hours, so the actual attempt to bring the locks under control will be tomorrow.

Now to relax, or maybe work for the rest of the day.

And I must share a grandson pic.

Love this kid.

Return to Normal?

May 26, 2020

Not here.

Not even close. But there are signs that we are looking forward.

First toilet paper started to reappear. A roll here or there. Then a pack, and even 2 brands to choose between. Then a Costco case.

Sanitizing wipes were next, though still scattered. It felt like you had to be in the right place at the right time.

And finally, the return of our most limited commodity, hand sanitizer! Only two per customer!

Delivered to our doorstep a few days ago. Held in isolation within the cardboard box for a few more days, and now available for use. We weren’t quite out, but I don’t feel like I need to hoard and consider whether each squirt should be used.

Purell’s are old, Germ-x new.

Life’s focus in these strange times.

On the, this is going to continue for some time vein, newly acquired skills: While wearing a mask I can scratch my nose by moving my chin.

We drove to Maple Leaf for our post work walk. After one half of a lap around the park we exited to the neighborhood sidewalks instead. Too crowded. Many kids on bikes and scooters, hardly anyone else with masks. I used to notice if they were wearing helmets. On the streets there are fewer folks and it’s just easier to make space. Keep our bubble. We are not perfect isolationists, but we do make an effort.

A good walk, and now it’s time to relax.

Sunday Sunny Day

May 24, 2020

A bit of this, a bit of that.

Work on one of those things you just want off of your plate. As a government employee we are required to answer to requests from the public. But sometimes those requests almost feel like harassment. Too many, too often, and regarding a subject that is under another agency’s jurisdiction. I got a good start, but did not finish my mini-project, which is aimed at putting an end to the current requests focus.

Out for a walk to a place where Carl regularly works on keeping some vestiges of baseball form alive.

The wall is relentless

Luckily we got there before several others looking to use the wall arrived. Over the last many weeks Carl has become acquainted, a nodding acquaintance, with others who use the space.

The total walk was a bit over 3 miles.

A repeat neighborhood artwork

A long enough walk for good exercise, but not so long as to wear us out completely.

Post Walk Covid Hair

So next up was raspberry patch maintenance. The structure that pretends to contain the patch was the obstentious focus of the chore. The structure did need to have one bamboo piece replaced, but most of that work was on readjusting the old bits. Then the real work of weeding between the canes began. Especially trying to eradicate buttercup. Major inroads were made, but the chore was not completed.

Lots of bees and bumblebees, not visible in this picture

Our orphan, often overlooked rhododendron in the side yard.

Finally it was time to stop the physical work and focus on family arithmetic. And dinner.

It would be nice if tomorrow is as productive.

Garden day

May 17, 2020

We risked our lives yesterday and went to a store. The primary goal was to get some tomato plants. And some envelopes and turkey burger. Based on the wide variety of items we settled on Fred Meyers. We managed to find the tomatoes in the outdoor section without too much difficulty, and put them, 3 of them, in the car. Then it was into the indoor building. The envelope hunt was pretty uneventful, except there were no envelopes. Back up to the grocery section. This was where the risking was all over the place. Masks – only about half, distancing- about the same. We did the self-checkout, where the line was distanced as were the checkout stands.

Today was the day to get outside and plant. Three tomatoes shouldn’t take too long, except in my world it’s never that straight forward.

My garden gnome

I wanted to add some soil amendments before planting the tomatoes. The bag of soil amendments was way too large for the raised bed, so I/we needed to weed the backyard beds and then use most of the amendments in that area. And I needed Carl’s help to lift the full bag.

A few hours later the beds were weeded, amendments added, and tomatoes planted. And pruning of the camellia started.

One cage short

The camellia pruning is a project that needed to happen. It is growing into a rhodie and is way too tall.

Pruning started. The rhodie is getting leggy, and will be pruned too.

This project did not get completed, but it was started. I wimped out, am out of shape and needed food. So I will attack it again another day. Maybe tomorrow.

Post yard work hair, pulled back because it is long enough!

We did manage to add a walk in as well, on this rainy sunny day. The following is one of the many rhododendrons we passed. I think this was the most striking for colors.

Tomorrow it’s back to the grindstone.

From Soup to Nuts

May 10, 2020

DSCN3391A few days ago, my Mother’s obituary was published. It is good, but she was so much more. She wanted to be a career woman, when that was unusual. And she was smart, could sing, and played the piano and a little trombone. No nonsense in her way, she told it like she saw it. “You’re doing it wrong.” Her advice to me as I set out for my first job in engineering was, “Don’t let them know you can type. “Her knowledge of plants was encyclopedic. And fauna, dead fauna, could be mounted with a pin. Small, dead fauna, like butterflies. I do recall she was not too enthused when I brought a deer skull home.Further she demonstrated showing up for what you thought was important. She volunteered for many years at Planned Parenthood. One of my more recent memories with Mom was sitting at the table for breakfast, while she looked through the New York Times. “That damn Trump is an idiot. I fear for our country. “And there is still so much more. I miss her. Here’s to the last 62 Mother’s Days. M is for the million things you gave to me! Just kidding Mom.And for that relationship just beginning, Happy first Mother’s Day Becca! You’re rocking it.And now for the NUT.So, have you received your stimulus check? We had done our taxes with direct deposit, so we would avoid getting a check with you know whose signature. Small favors.But no. We got a letter from the IRS. Telling us we had a check deposited. Thank ME very much.This provided us the opportunity to compare the NUT’s signature to ballplayer autographs.We have a few around the house. Carl sends birthday cards to ballplayers, mostly well past the end of their careers. Many reply, some even call, and have established a relationship. One even called to see how Carl was doing during this pandemic. Back to the signatures. The modern day player’s autograph is frequently a swipe with a pen. It could be anybody. The retired Harmon Killebrew would ask rookies to sign their autographs during spring training, and if it was illegible, he would ask them to work on it so in 5 years the recipient would be able to tell who they were, and better remember the moment.Now, an autograph is really different than a signature. But not really for the total self promoter trump. Here, have my autograph, I AM IMPOTENT IMPORTANT.

Oh! The Places You’ll Go!

May 9, 2020

And what we miss most is the people that are in these places.