This is why god made screen doors…
The nice thing is, he stayed there for quite a while. I don’t take life and it’s rubbed off on Steph…
Took this shot a few years back on Heceta Beach. I thought about Oregon as a destination but it rains too much and the beaches are usually foggy.
I came across this great advice blurb regarding moving into retirement today:
While an ever-improving lifestyle offers a pleasant sense of progress, a falling standard of living can be downright depressing.
Unfortunately, I can’t reasonably expect to move up, considering that I’m leaving a 3 bed, 2 bath log home on an acre of land with about 50 trees.
Anyway, I came up with a cut & paste I can use during email conversations with folks who have a place to rent and want to know who I am:
About me: Born and raised in California (4th generation), graduated Merritt College in Oakland with a Data Processing degree in 1971 and was a successful computer consultant in the Bay Area up through the 80’s. Moved to Seattle in the 90’s to raise my son and launched a second career in transportation as a King County Metro supervisor and then on to SE Idaho where I’ve lived the last 13 years.
Rented a log home in Teton Valley and ended up driving the local bus: kids, seniors and disabled. Finally had enough of brutal winters at the base of the Grand Tetons and I’m now officially retired and looking to live someplace warmer. I have solid letters of credit from businesses I have dealt with here including rental, phone, electricity and others.
I’m a standup guy with integrity. I have no legal issues whatsoever and I’ve passed many background checks including a major FBI fingerprint check for my bus driving job. I’m trim, fit, and the healthiest person I know. I take no drugs, not even aspirin, and I don’t do doctors.
That’s about it, plus I have an old fat cat that I adore. She’s very much a part of the package.
Our deadlines rapidly approach. The landlady want’s us out of the house by August 28 which gives me three days to wander around the West Coast with all of my possessions, and my cat, jammed into my truck until I can move into my new place, which I haven’t found yet.
This is after I drive a U-Haul truck to Tennessee with all of Steph’s stuff, and then take the Greyhound back through the heartland of America. Yea, let that one sink in…
I have only two constants left in my life now: My words on this computer, and the feel of my beard on the soft underbelly of my sweet cat Piper.
Well, Steph and I made our 11th annual Tin Cup appearance this morning in Driggs park. Every non-profit in the valley had their cup out and we did what we do every time we go, eat the free breakfast. This will probably be our last event here.
Sometimes we find ourselves wallowing around within the confines of self-inflicted boxes. All we can see are the limits imposed by the box. I was sitting on the deck the other day playing some Lukas Nelson on my Echo, feeling really sorry for myself and I wrote a poem: I’m a sad old man, without a plan, throwing it all away again. Pretending to not give a damn, not knowing if I’ll lose or win.
Well, I thought, that’s pretty bleak as I consumed some Oregon fruit from my recent trip, I need to start thinking out of the box. I was trying to figure out how to get Steph and her stuff to Tennessee towards the end of August while towing her truck behind the U-Haul and then getting my own ass back here to get my life moving and what about Piper while I was gone.
As I went to bed my brain was on fire and around midnight I got it. Leave early in August, pull my truck behind the U-Haul, unload in Tennessee and drive back here. Steph can put new tires on her Tundra and drive east on our last day, I’ll then grab my stuff and Piper and drive to… Oh wait, I haven’t worked that part out yet, better go visit the deck one more time…
I visited my boy Riley and wife Jess at their new home in the Northwest. I’m really proud of these kids, they’ve landed a beautiful isolated spread on prime land. I took a bunch of photos but for privacy all I’m sharing here is the first night fire-pit shots, including Riley’s boyhood friend (and mine) and a fine shot of Mt. Rainier.
I’ve been eating a breakfast of red cabbage, beets and garlic for years now and it’s one of the things I attribute my great health to. I also started adding kale for the calcium but the store was out today. I usually dice everything up together in my Cuisinart and store it in a container in the fridge but lately it’s begun to ferment before I finish it.
My normal procedure is to heat a third cup of water in a sauce pan, add 3/4 cup of the mixture, heat and boil for a couple minutes and then thicken it up with ground flax-seed meal. It has the texture of oatmeal and when topped with a sliced banana it’s great!
I’m going to be traveling for a bit shortly so I came up with an idea: Dice each vegetable separately, store one serving amounts in small individual baggies, and then freeze them. I’ll transport them in my cooler and all I have to do is power up my portable hotplate, heat water, add the frozen mix and cook.
One average sized cabbage, three beets, and one jar of peeled garlic made 16 meals. Of course, I had to bag up some flax-seed also:
One of Piper’s and my favorite affectionate gestures is to nuzzle noses. I don’t realize how cute her little nose is until I get down in her space when she’s sleeping.
While I was doing the Parade (see post below), Tori was going up for her first balloon ride. Steph knows the balloon people, having provided their propane over the years, and got Tori a ride with three seasoned balloon pilots.
and, the great photo-journalist Steph shot a flawless video of the launch, here:
I took a different approach to the Parade this year. Instead of standing midway in the madness I went to the start of the parade as it made the turn off of Elm Street on to Main Street (yes, I know…)
It worked out good, saw a couple folks and some kids that I know in the parade and I suppose because I was bare-shirted working on my tan, the Laid-Back boys tossed me a free Route 66 tee-shirt. Click the photo below to see the 132 shots I took.
There’s a baby in the house, with an unusual name. I asked how his name was spelled and found out Ari has two first names, hyphenated together. What the heck, why not! He’s also pretty darn cute…