Fun "kid" stuff

Fun couple of days. Last night for Bill's birthday (early) at Tony Starlight's -- a Neil Diamond tribute. Bill, Ayn, me, Mom, Brooke, Nate, Dianne (and other friends of Bill's). He got geeky things for his birthday of course, including one of Leonard Nimoy's books of poetry from Brett aka Tony.

Glad I didn't drink. Had a headache most of today, possibly from MSG in the dinner and/or just plain old being up too late. Or maybe because Mike woke all of us up in the morning with a VERY loud fall in the utility room.

Breakfast was pancakes, fruit. We gave Nate part of his birthday present early, a certificate for tickets to a Ducks basketball game at the new Matt Knight Court. He had to get that one right away, because the arrangements have to be made in less than two weeks.

Dianne and I went to Freddie's in the morning, then later Brooke, Dianne, and I shopped: Target, Ikea, Columbia Sportswear. Oh, yes, then Brooke and I stopped in the liquor store real quick. Hmm, maybe I won't explain that one! Okay it's a deal: I will give my four readers a chance to comment/guess, then I will tell you later the real deal.

We came back and "the boys" were watching the Ducks game of course. The Salem group headed home. Mike and I watched a disappointing loss for the Beavers, literally lost in THE last second.

Okay, almost nine o'clock. It's time to catch up on some sleep. zzzzzzzz

Tooth, sleep, or not

Mike had a tooth extracted yesterday, 14 hours ago. The clot isn't forming, and of course we're not going to call the oral surgeon at 3:00 in the morning now. So he's sort of sleeping in his recliner, still trying to maintain gauze on the socket. And I've slept off and on in the other chair. I don't think there have been any REM cycles

The morning paper gets delivered in an hour +/-, so then I can do the crossword and sudoku if I'm awake.

Gonna try for some more sleep. We'll call the surgeon's office at 8:00 and see if I should take him back in.

C'est la vie. My translation: Life Happens.

Yes, still out here

Still here, but I don't have much of a life to blog about these days.

Sharing medical stuff just isn't appropriate (especially when it's about someone else's medical conditions). And I posted the E.R. visit two weeks ago on Facebook, so that's old news now.

Plus someone gets up and looks over my shoulder to see what I'm up to, so that's, um, awkward. Right on cue, he just walked in!

I thought I'd diverse into the weirdness of the brain. Weirdness = not the right word. Peculiarities perhaps. Anyway, I was doing some research on dementia and was reminded how hard the brain works, and how miraculous it is that we function at all. One article explained that the brain is very good at filling in the blanks, like we might do if we're working a crossword puzzle. If a dementia patient knows (or thinks they know) the front and back end of a story, the brain will fill in the rest of the blanks. So that is why the rest of the family members are bewildered when the loved one, very confidently, comes up with the most bizarre series of events in discussions. It can be frustrating to try to understand, "Why is my husband/father lying to us" when in fact they are just relating the story their brain is telling them.

The root words of dementia mean "without mind." De=without, ment=mind.

So ... if you use the above pieces of information to fill in the status of my life, have you come up with a truth? Or a possible truth that just happens to fit the blanks? Hmmm. Maybe I was making up the whole thing because I didn't blog at all in August, and this fills in a blank for September. Or maybe it's just late (for me, yes, 9:30 is late) and I need to shut down the whole brain thing for a while.

Washington Elections

For the amusement of friends and family in Oregon, here is some insight into Washington elections.

1. The primary is next month, contrasted with Oregon which was in May.
2. We are in the Portland TV/radio market, so we get the Oregon political ads. (Side note: does Chris Dudley really only have one ad? That is going to get really old with all of August, September, and October to go)
3. We didn't go to all vote-by-mail in Clark County until the last election two years ago. Crazy. Sure, we had the option to register permanent absentee, but gosh the expense of having polling places. And I believe some counties still have a mix of mail/polls.
4. There is a perpetual candidate named "Mike the Mover." That must be his legal name in order to file for office. He's running for senator. Sorry, no photo or statement submitted.
5. BUT there is another senatorial candidate named "Goodspaceguy." His picture looks like a high school physics teacher from the 60's or maybe the 50's. I haven't been brave enough to try his website (if you dare: colonizespace.blogspot.com) because it is probably similar to his voters pamphlet blurb:

"Dear fellow sheeple, I, Goodspaceguy, object to the billions of dollars of waste that I know about. We sheeple are regularly shorn, but we are the foundation of power. Let's unsabotage our economy. Vote for the small spenders. Big spenders, big government must shear you!
"In solving world problems and unsabotaging our economy, think of your Earth as Spaceship Earth. Think of yourselves as crew members, working to improve Spaceship Earth and building a job/wealth partnership. Abolish the evil minimum wage. The unemployment rate indicates how badly the current power-structure has decreased our jobs. Upward with Goodspaceguy. Study economics."

Luckily we have 13 other choices.

Honey, could you bring me a pillow?

No, Mike didn't ask for a pillow, but if I could have taken a picture of his predicament (he declined my offer of the photo-op), that's the caption I would have put on it.

The house phone rings at 9:10. I answer, and after Hello (twice), I hear "Hi, it's your hubby, in the backyard. Could you come help me get out of the raised garden bed?" Oooo-kay. He had gone off on an adventure. At dusk. Which also means the mosquitoes are biting. Not a plan I would have endorsed, but I wasn't consulted.

I will take a picture later and add it to this post to show that the terrain is not friendly for someone who is mobility-challenged.

So yes, there he was. At least he managed to fall into the one that doesn't have any plants.

Starbucks

A family member we recently visited had been a teacher for 30 years, and retired about five years ago. She decided earlier this year that she would try something completely different: Starbucks barista! And once she was working 21 hours or more each week, she would have medical benefits (the cost of which was taking about half of her retirement check).

Chris has a longer story about the types of people who work there, and the juggling of detailed orders. "Vente drip in a tall cup" threw her off the rythm!

But the best story was on her first day, with ten minutes left in the shift. She said to the leadworker, "I have ten minutes left, what would you like me to do?" The assignment: "Pick up the crafts."

Crafts? We have crafts? Chris was looking at the windows and tables, trying to figure it out.

Nicole, the lead, finally put her hands on her hips and explained, "For heaven's sake, Chris, the crafts for the milk."

Chris (the former language arts teacher) did not say anything when she finally understood: carafes. I would have just said pitcher, but Starbucks has to have their fancy labels.

Chris also soon found out they never schedule 21 hours. She stayed eight weeks.

Community Supported Agriculture

Poor Mikey still doesn't understand our CSA subscription. He keeps describing it to friends on the phone as "...we just went to Julie's son Bill and girlfriend Ayn's place to pick up some of the food from the community garden."

So the three of you who have followed my blog (if you're still out there -- I haven't posted anything in more than a month) probably already know what Community Supported Agriculture is, and the difference from a community garden. And if you heard Mike say we had a spot in a community garden, you might be puzzled as to why we would have a garden at home and another spot somewhere else.

But just for fun, here's the explanation. In short, CSA is grown by a farm, and community garden is grown by you.

CSA is where you pay a "subscription" to a farm, and get a weekly share of goodies. Each farm can be very different in what you pay and what you might get. Here's a link to a good description: www.sightline.org/publications/enewsletters/CSNews/CS_6_05_csa

Our farm is Rainway Farms, in Hillsboro (practically a stone's throw from my old high school). Bill/Ayn pick up at the Portland Farmer's Market on the PSU campus, just a couple of blocks from where they live. We paid about $400 to get 18 weekly "boxes" (bags, really) of food, June through October. They also provide (by e-mail) information on what's in each week's box and recipes.

I've been forced to try some new things. Kale is very interesting. I tried a recipe for "baked kale chips." Oops, yuck. I've found it best to cut the leaves from the stem and just put it in a salad. Turns out that kale is one of the superfoods, and 1 cup has over 200% of your Vitamin A and ascorbic acid RDA, 25% calcium, 10% iron, 5 grams of protein, and only 45 calories!

I put turnip into a root vegetable side dish. The jury is out - maybe pre-roasting them in a bunch of butter, salt, and garlic would help.

Tonight was kohlrabi in potato-chip-like slices, baked with olive oil, garlic, and parmesan. Of course that's going to go down good!

There was another recipe for radish top soup which was great. And to think all my life I've thrown out the radish tops.

Now I have to figure out how to use these fava beans. Very strange.

Oh, community garden: you all know this one, right? Rent space and grow your own stuff. In Vancouver, you can rent a 20'x20' space for $40. Or 10x10 is $20 (with age 60+ discounts, and some low income scholarships). At the old poor farm (and maybe the other locales, I'm not sure there), you can't use pesticides or herbicides.

Any way you do it, here's to good eatin'!