Raincharm’s Weblog

I worked, and walked occasionally.

Took care of a few tasks last weekend, like taxes. And paying bills. Today will be more of the same, except the taxes part, sort of.

We scored by getting out for a walk this morning between rain showers. I know it rained before, and since there is a 90% chance of rain today, am assuming there is more to come. I also scored with another Little Free Library selection. One of Maeve Binchey’s that I don’t think I’ve read.

Currently reading The Splendid and the Vile.

The focus of this morning’s walk was to acquire some Raisin Bran. This appears to be one item where supply ebbs and flows. The brand available changes, if it is available at all. This morning we found the store brand, which is fine, but no Kellogg or Post.

Happiness abounds. Books, raisin bran and some exercise. And Wordle in 3. Appreciate the mundane.

And back to work.

Okay, so Theo is a cat. Our grand-cat. But he’s the light of Ashlan and Allen’s life, that is until baby Brewington makes his debut. So let’s celebrate Theo while he’s still the king of his castle.

I was going to say Spring, but I have been continuing to wear my winter wardrobe for walks. Jacket, knit hat, scarf, gloves, hand warmer. We did take a walk last weekend where I stopped for a bit on a bench dedicated to a friend of ours. It was the first time in quite a while where I was sitting outside, being warm.

The most notable growth is in the length of the days. We didn’t leave for our walk until 5 PM, and it was just being dusky when we returned at 6.

We don’t usually do too much for Valentine’s Day. But I got inspired this year to order a really nice meal. Kind of a sneaky way to take credit for picking up the telephone. I was working, after all.

It included steelhead, swordfish, Kobe steak, lobster … oh heck, here’s the menu. Since there were 2 of us, we basically got everything (except the oyster). It was all so tasty.

Best of all, I had just finished my Board presentation when Carl got home with the food. And had two splits of Prosecco.

Carl did have his moments.

I think I’ll keep him for another year.

It had to happen. Happens every year. And really, it is a good thing.

I guess I don’t take as many pictures as I think. Actually, I have an abundance of pictures of the grandson…

NOW FOR SOME FUN! Because you are never too old to have some fun.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

HAVE A GREAT DAY

We had a good walk each morning this weekend. Perhaps the Olympics are inspiration, but it is more likely that it wasn’t actively raining.

From today’s walk, when the sun replaced yesterday’s mist.

Part of the weekend was spent working. And part was spent adding tax information. We don’t have all of the required forms yet, but are getting closer. One of the more intriguing bits are the two letters we received indicating we each received the third Covid Stimulus payment. Which we did not. I seem to recall there was some income component that might make this the case. Not a problem, except for the letter. Ever helpful, Turbo Tax says to go check the IRS site. 45 minutes later, with email, telephone, uploaded license and web video for ID verification, I was able to see we had received only what I thought we had received.

I don’t think I care too much about the 3rd payment, just that I got letters saying we had – when their site says we didn’t. Grrr. Why would they send the letter?

Oh, and the car has a flat tire, again. A different tire this time. Double grrrr.

What better way to end the weekday work week than a party. Our party of choice was a decidedly laid back birthday for the neighbor boy turning 5.

The guest of honor was late to his party. The reason was that he wasn’t done handing out frozen blueberries to his fellow preschool mates. It’s apparently important to turn your tongue and fingers blue.

Not that it stopped the kids from playing or adults from chatting. The kids were fine. Some of us adults were shivering a bit. The party was outside and by and large people were masked. Even the 2 year old. It seemed like no big deal for the kids. Of course masks were lowered for the eating of the cake, but we were pretty well distanced.

Presents were not expected, but we decided to get a little something. Carl took care of Conor one afternoon. He took his hot wheels track, and it amused Conor for several hours. So we decided he could use some hot wheels track of his own.

It turned out to be the hit of the party. Sometimes you get it right.

And yes, hot wheels track is not just orange any more.

And we are partied out.

Otis Shepard was a graphic artist. He did a lot of work for P.K. Wrigley, of chewing gum and the Cub’s ballpark fame. He was responsible for the art on the Cub scorecards for over a 30-year period. Carl really likes his art in general and his scorecards in particular.

My sister Anne is an artist in her own right. Quilting for example. She gifted Carl with these quilts of several of the scorecards. These are awesome.

For a much better view go to Mark’s blog He provides good pictures of the individual blocks, and of the original Shepard artwork.

Carl’s current art form, as most of you know, is fun with food. It’s a fleeting, temporary format. He has been doing this for decades as well. Our kids were on the receiving end many times, and apparently remember. Rey recently tried his hand with the tried and true initials. For his son.

Rey had carried his creation of arranged orange slices to show Becca, passing by Corwin. If you look to the side of Rey, you can see his reaction. Those oranges must be really good.

… a day makes. Change can be good.

Yesterday I was in a state when I woke. A situation with snafus piled on top of each other. Miscommunications as we were passed from one “advisor” to another. We thought we were clear, but apparently we were speaking with an accent.

I wrote a rather tersely worded email on what we thought should happen. Even suggested a potential solution.

In the midst of my key banging, Carl delivered breakfast. I set it down with the same energy I was typing. Needless to say, his artistic efforts suffered.

The email apparently hit the right note. By the evening they were working towards a solution. Not mine, but I only wanted a solution, not necessarily mine.

This morning’s artistic endeavor recieved treatment commensurate with solutions being found, and much calmer keystrokes.

And today we transitioned from a 32 degree fog, to sunny and cool at lunchtime. Good enough for a walk.

What did the title bring to mind?

Marijuana? Not so much. More, ankle, elbow, shoulder or knee. As in what is hurting today.

And, while I have my share of issues, Carl’s history of abusing his body over several decades means this really applies to him. Nonetheless, he continues to work out almost every day.

I continue to work almost every day. It has been relentless. Including at least one day every weekend. Working from home makes this almost normal. I don’t have to think about what to take home on Friday, it’s already here. Honestly, work is not so much about hours spent, as projects and requests moved forward. I won’t say completed, as some projects go on for years. Even decades.

This weekend has been relatively dry. Cold, and foggy, but not raining. And we were able to get long walks in each day. It helped that we made them both start our days, which avoided avoidance.

A few sights from today.

We walked around Green Lake for the first time in forever. They cleared the encampments from the west side of the lake that had been keeping us at bay.

Cold as it is, spring is peeking.