Where Have You Gone Joe DiMaggio?

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Thursday:
I was invited next door for a spaghetti dinner with Tere and Jason. While they were cleaning off the table, I walked the 30 feet home and grabbed dessert, Chocolate Chip Hold the Cone! from Trader Joe’s. Then we broke out the dice to get some “practice” for the usual dice game of 10,000 on Friday. Between the 3 of us, we polished off a whole bottle of red wine over the next hour or so. Now I’ve seen Tere have a couple of vodka lemonades and be just fine, but after about 6 ounces of cabernet, she got very silly.

Friday:
Usual Friday routine, with only a couple things out of the ordinary, a couple city council members crashing the morning Community Coffee Clatch, turning it into, well, I don’t know what because I snuck out the side door. Seeing the Great Blue Heron today that normally haunts the Salish Ponds was not unusual, but getting close enough to get a good photo of it was.

Saturday:
This was the monthly visit of the Northwest Transit Band to Celebrities, where Tere and I go over and “dance” without shame, because we will never again see those other people that are there… I am also glad to discover that I am not the only one that is powerless to Obi-Wan Toney’s masterful use of the “Force.” At last night’s dice game she convinced a couple other of the players to join us and go listen/dance to the band. Paul showed up, and Monica also brought a friend, so we ended up with a half dozen of us. Jason tagged along even though he doesn’t do the dance thing. There were a bunch of small posters of bands that have played there decorating the men’s room wall that were new. I snagged a souvenir on my way out the door.

Sunday:
When I woke up at 6:30 this morning, the first thing I did was check the weather because today was supposed to be a rainy day. It looked like the rain wasn’t supposed to arrive here until about 8:00 AM. So I hopped out of bed and got my cycling attire on. Because of the wet weather’s imminent arrival, I rode directly to Stomping Grounds so I could get the latte/muffin breakfast in. Afterwards, I did manage about 5 miles of tooling around before heading home, not long after I got there, the rain started.

It’s Alive!

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The house is now listed. It went live about 11:00 AM. Check it out on Realtor.com. The pictures make it look great; I’d buy it, but I already did.

Then this afternoon I had my first lookie-loo. They were coming at 4:30, so around four I turned on all the lights, opened the curtains/blinds and went for a bike ride. My realtor texted me at 5:15 to tell me I could go back home.

These folks were not the first to ask about the house, on picture day (2 days ago), I was blowing off the driveway, and when I got to the end, there was a guy standing there pointing at the sign. I told him it wasn’t listed yet but should be in a couple days. He was obviously well versed in this kind of setup because when I told him the asking price, he asked how much the land lease was. This all seems promising, but you never know…

The Radio Paradise Story

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My favorite internet “radio station” has got its own short documentary film about it. Give it a watch even if you are someone I’ve tried to steer you to listening to RP, and you never got into it. Played dice again tonight with the usual gang. We played 4 games instead of the usual three because a couple of the games went real fast. The dice were hot. Not for me though; I haven’t won a game in a couple weeks.

I might have another missed opportunity tale…

It’s Picture Day

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Missing Something?

The FOR SALE sign went up on Friday, and today the professional photographer arrived to make the house appealing to prospective 55+ home buyers in the Portland area. I spent most of yesterday and this morning hiding trash cans, rolling up area rugs, clearing off countertops, and then hiding those same items. This morning I opened all the curtains and blinds and turned on every light. He was here about 45 minutes. I was tasked with moving the exercise bike out and back in of the office/bedroom to help make the smallest bedroom seem bigger in photos. I was asked to move my wanna-be Eames lounge chair because the consultant thought it made the room look crowded, but he thought it looked good there, so he kept it in, and then we moved it out, and he’ll let the realtor sort it out. He took the outside shots, and then we walked up to the community center so he could snap the pool and the inside amenities.

I spent the afternoon putting everything back on the counters and the floors. Closing the curtains and blinds, shutting off all the lights, blah, blah, blah…

It’s Election Day

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It is election day where I live. I mean literally where I live. I’ve checked my naughty/nice list, so I sat down this afternoon and selected the people who I want speaking for me in matters great and small.

The mayor of Fairview is up for re-election, and he is running unopposed. I considered entering my name on the Write-In line. I’m guessing that they would disregard just one write-in name, but if there were two, maybe they’d note it down. I bet I could have gotten Tere next door to write my name in, but in the end I filled in the oval next to the current mayor’s name.

In other news, I voted for my “missed opportunity” Ann, even though she is a Republican. Sometimes you have to step across the aisle, and if you look closely at the ballot photo, you might see who I’ve been talking about.

Zero Drive Homework

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Instead, this morning I got on the bike and went for a ride. It was sunny, warm, and windy. There was a stiff easterly wind, so most of the ride was north/south. No bike ride is fully complete unless there was a stop at Stomping Grounds. I sat outside because of the weather, and I sat close to the building to avoid the wind component of the weather.

It is election season, so as I cycled the sides of the roads, they were littered with signs with candidates’ names. One of theirs was very prolific, as they were everywhere. Why place one when ten will do? As I sipped my latte outside Stomping Grounds, a memory was triggered.

Go read Missed Opportunity, and then come back.

When I posted that, I purposely left off the woman’s last name. Well, those numerous signs all held the same name, Ann with no last name. So, when I said I “felt an easy connection…” There are only a couple kinds of people who radiate that aura, people who do feel a physical attraction towards you or politicians. I think that explains the connection I felt…I manufactured it.

I have the Oregon Voting Pamphlet sitting on the coffee table, so for the heck of it, I looked for Ann and found her, but the B&W halftone thumbnail made it impossible to match it to my hazy memory of the event. At least now I can go on believing that Ann really could have been the second Mrs. Bogardus had I been quicker thinking.