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Category Archives: doing it wrong
There’s a Popeyes and a Dutch Brothers drivethru on the way to my dad’s.
We always count the cars.
If it’s evening, Popeyes is always full. It’s a long line for the drivethru, too.
Dutch Brothers is almost always full. There is no rhyme or reason. Hot outside? Huge long line. Dinner time? Huge long line.
They have young people outside with ipads and the line is divided and funnels into one lane. It’s a miracle if there’s only one or two cars.
I don’t like to go through a drivethru window. When I was in high school I worked the window at Jack-in-the-Box and on beach days it was INSANE. I’m still not recovered.
These are notes from when I drove to Orleans at the end of July:
Driving down I saw a guy in a fishing hat, standing in the middle of a field reading.
At one point I could see a little yellow bus in my rear view mirror.
As I drove on, slowly, the bus drew closer to me. And there was an identical bus behind it.
All together there were five buses, evenly spaced, slowly but surely gaining.
It was like something from a horror movie. I don’t know what the horror was, it just felt eerie and off.
Later the road split for construction so I was on once side of the concrete barrier headed for the state line and the little yellow buses were exiting the freeway and they all drove by, headed to scare someone else.
My other note was that America is recreating! I saw every possible size shape of RV or camper, all strapped with either some type of floatation device or some type of wheeled conveyance (motorized and not.)
This is Vancouver hometown gal, Jordan Chiles, silver medalist on the women’s gymnastics Olympics team. She got a parade and bagpipes and the Mayor gave her the key to the city. It was the most wholesome, wonderful Vancouver moment.
My photos are the biggest mess. I have so many I intended to post and now so much time has gone by. Plus I need to go through them but it’s too overwhelming — I have a terrible system so there are duplicates and more duplicates. And I’ve saved so many critter videos that I think I will want to post later that those are out of control, too.
Probably for November this year I will just do photos so maybe I can get a grip then.
Speaking of getting a grip, at the moment I am reading a book on my nightstand, a book on my ereader, listening to an audiobook, critting a novel and I’m thinking about, and taking notes for, three different long writing projects.
I normally never do this. I’m not going to lie. I get the stories a little bit mixed up sometimes. I don’t know why I’m doing it now. That’s just how it worked out.
When I go to Orleans I always use boxes in the car to help me organize my stuff. Oakey liked this box a lot. When I got ready to leave he glared a lot which he does anyway but I could tell there was extra glaring.
I guess I never posted it here but a couple of weeks ago it was my 25th wedding anniversary.
Wow, hard to believe.
We have never had a serious cover stealing situation in all this time. Until recently.
I don’t know what Bob does but somehow he manages to get a big armful of covers and then he turns over to his side of the bed. Night after night I am clutching the corner of the duvet, angrily yanking it back or waking with only my pillows to keep me warm.
No amount of whining has changed this. He says he can’t help it, he’s asleep.
I finally got out a blanket that is folded and only on my half of the bed.
If that’s the worst problem after 25 years, we’re doing just fine.
This raccoon is hilarious. Look how warm it was out there at 3am. I woke up a few times last night and it felt stuffy.
I put the bucket away a couple of times in hopes of getting Stinky to move away. So far he has resisted all my attempts. I have motion lights out there and I have one clip where it looks like he’s frolicking under the light. My neighbors across the street have a motion light and I woke up at 5am the other morning and that light went on so I peeked out the window and I think I saw some Stinkys playing on their lawn. It was dark and my eyes are terrible so I can’t be sure. I could have been their cat.
We’ve also had bunny, opossum, and coyote in the past week so our house remains popular on the tour.
Noah the cat that lives next door, captured in this photo, September 2017
So, if you tried to visit this website over the weekend you might have noticed that it was completely wrecked.
There’s a story behind that which is hard for me to explain but basically there is this thing I need to do for security that has been on my list to deal with for at least 2 years, probably longer.
Church in Missouri where a particular type of silence is required, August 2016
I felt that the time had come to finally deal with this.
I opened up a “how to do this thing” article online and it looked too easy to be true and I did feel a vague sense of impending doom but also reckless optimism which was followed by regret only a few short minutes later.
Then I realized that I did Step 2 before I had done Step 1.
Unfortunately, at that point I could not access my dashboard so there was no way to undo what I did.
Kira birthday cupcakes that made my digestive system incredibly sorry, September, 2015. I should clarify it wasn’t the cupcakes themselves but the quantity. I think I ate 5 over a three day period.
My webhosting has good support, even for people like me who aren’t good at technology but it took several steps like going to this other dashboard that I forgot even existed but thank the flying spaghetti monster I still had the password and then refreshing and thinking good thoughts.
But that didn’t work and when we got to the next step it became apparent that my skills were not going to cut it. I’m sure it was an easy thing to do but at that point it was easier to pay someone $20 to do it than for me to read through 10 screens of things I don’t understand and take a chance of doing it wrong again and making it worse.
So it is working now but also I am afraid to click anything in my website dashboard now.
I always think that this word is: foilage. That’s how I say it in my head, “foil-idge.” Whenever I want to write it out, I have to think about it.
Something happened last week that never happened before and I received an email for another Pamela Rentz.
It was about this Fall Foliage Prediction Map. The other Pam wrote an article about it once.
Here’s the blurb: The 2021 Fall Foliage Map is the ultimate visual planning guide to the annual progressive changing of the leaves. While no tool can be 100% accurate, this tool is meant to help travelers better time their trips to have the best opportunity of catching peak color each year.
I am going to be driving to Orleans in the middle of October. Looks like partial to near peak range. I love doing the drive at that time of year.
Last Sunday I did something that I haven’t done since, urgh 2001, and went to a big concert in an arena. Yes, I realize that during the Plague is a strange time to break my resolve to never go to a big concert again.
My cousin kind-of tricked me and next thing I knew I had my credit card out and soon had two tickets to see Guns N’ Roses.
I now own a $75 t-shirt. After I wear it, I fold it in tissue and put it in a velvet-lined box in a special moisture-controlled room.
It was *amazing.*
I loved every minute.
So many memories of going to concerts when I was younger. The interminable wait for the band to come on. After awhile, whenever one of the warm-up songs ends, everyone starts cheering and then stops when another song comes on. The smell of pot as soon as the lights go down. The feel of the drums in my chest. It was a good crowd. Everyone was there to have a good time.
It was the first arena show at Moda Center since Covid.
They played 3 hours, 25 songs. Matt showed me his phone when it got past 11. “We’re getting our moneys worth.”
This is now the third time I’ve caught the coyote on camera so I guess we’re part of his rotation. And smart move for him seeing how many animals we have running around back there. (Also, I think he left us a turd back there.)
Yesterday bunny showed up. I haven’t caught him on camera for awhile.
I do consistently get Stinky but haven’t seen the family. I put the water bucket away and I have some motion lights out there so maybe they are doing their job?
But also who knows what’s going on in the back half of the yard. Maybe I’ll put the camera back there again. I need to research other ways of mounting the camera. We don’t have anything to strap it to back there.
There’s always a moment in August when you realize that summer has turned the corner. The days are getting a teeny bit shorter. When the sun is down there is a coolness in the air.
When you’re young and in school, this is a sad moment because you can see summer is going to end soon. But now I like that moment.
My pumpkin/squash crop is incredible this year. I better check the freezer and see how much we have left from last year. Time to eat pumpkin.
I like how Stinky looks startled at the end. What do you think it was? It noticed the camera? Bigfoot was hiding in the shadows? Another Stinky?