Archive for September, 2020

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
Singular
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

After.

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.

Grandma

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.

Flocks

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.

Two Work Days

September 3, 2020

At the end of work yesterday I was frustrated. Busy all day, and one issue rose up to push my buttons. I try to keep an open mind, and listen to others’ ideas. But when it seems like somebody is just doing the absolute minimum to answer a request, it’s almost worse than doing nothing at all. I wrote an email in response, but didn’t send it.

Today was also really busy. The first thing I did in the morning was to reform my email, no emotion, and even suggesting I had not provided enough background for them to successfully provide the information requested. This email was going to an entire project group, so I read it to Carl before I hit send, just to make sure the tone was okay. Check that one off of the list for a few days.

Then it was off to other requests, I think about 7 different tasks. A much better feel to the end of the day.

Of course it helped that near the end of the day we received a short video of our favorite grandson who has discovered a springy doorstop. The kind that bounces with a sound if you slap at it, which he was happily doing. The caption said, “the house is full of wonders.”

I can’t share the video, but I did manage a screenshot.

It’s amazing the lift I get from a 30 second clip.

September 1, 2020

I swear I was involved with meetings or phone calls from 8:30 until 3:30 today. Except for the half hour lunch break. By the time I was looking to see what else was going on I found a deluge of emails. Some I was able to look at and set aside, but there were at least 5 additions to the to-do list.

The big, non-work accomplishment was getting our flu shots during lunch break. Not sure who the superheroes are, but more fun than a plain bandaid.

Tomorrow doesn’t look much different, with my first meeting at 8 am. But I have a job, it is a good job that I basically enjoy. Last week one customer kept telling me I was, “the bomb”. It was a compliment, and since Carl is able to hear my calls if he’s around, he keeps bringing it up. So nose down and off we go.