As in, I think and see things to post about, but don’t find or make the time. And as in, sitting in a waiting room for a very indeterminate time. Which is now, at Urgent Care.
Nothing major, we assume, but they want to verify a bruise is just a bruise, and not compartmentalized. I once had a hematoma that was organized, but not into compartments.
Since this is spur of the moment, I am just going to work off of pictures.











After the win, our group of 7 (ages 10 to 80) walked over to the light rail. We skipped the train that was already packed to the gills so we could score a few seats. Got on the second and sat down. The train was literally moving forward at a snails pace compared to normal service. Two stations later, they announced that the train in front of us had broken down. So we disembarked at Pioneer Square to consider our options. Found a bus that went to our neighborhood, scheduled to arrive in 8 minutes. So we got on the bus. Headed for the same place as light rail, but it’s a milk run and not fast. It was after 11:30 pm when we got into the neighborhood, and we missed the connecting bus that would take us to a block from our house. We opted to all walk the remaining 1/4 mile rather than run home for a car.
Midnight was a bit late for the two older folks to drive back to Olympia, so we added them as houseguests. It worked out and meant we had an opportunity to chat over coffee, fruit, and bagels in the morning.
The Mariners are currently 1 game over .500, so doing OK.




Many years ago, a homeless man spent an evening next to the chimney. We found his blankets and a few other things the next day. He had stored some bits in the opening, which we put with the blankets on the parking strip lawn so he could pick them up. While we were cleaning out the chimney area, we found a spare key to our back door that the prior owner had secreted there. Luckily, that key only worked the lock in the door handle and not the deadbolt.



Obviously going backwards in time.






And, aside from a plumbing adventure with our upstairs bathroom sink, work, and things here and there, that’s a snapshot of the first quarter of 2025.
Carl’s off to x-ray to check for any fractures in his knee or femur. We really think they will be negative, although the knee has potential. Then, hopefully, home for dinner.
Of course the more troubling health issue has been a cough, lingering for 6 months. The next step for that isn’t until May 7.
Patient’s patience is not only a virtue, it’s required.
April 18, 2025 at 7:55 pm |
Great photos (the Kingdome!) Many memories were made there. I enjoyed the cherry blossoms as a student although I didn’t pay enough attention to them at the time. Now I would love to re-visit the Quad but NOT with that kind of crowd. Hope all is well with Carl!
April 18, 2025 at 9:36 pm |
3 hours in urgent care seemed like longer, but in the end, it’s just really extensive colorful bruising. Nothing broken, like the kingdome.
April 21, 2025 at 10:41 am |
So, Ms. Regenstreif, have you stopped beating your husband? — another Ms. Regenstreif
April 21, 2025 at 11:07 am |
Ah, a tricky question. If I answer Yes, it implies I was beating him. If I answer No, it implies I am still beating him.
The more truthful answer is that I have no need to beat him, he does that to himself.