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Cooper

On 51st Avenue Joan's recovering from her cold, my throat's been feeling a little sore from my post-nasal drip. This may or may not be a cold. 

Meanwhile, Joan's daughter Lindsay's dog Cooper likes to sit in the bath tub and watch Lindsay while she's on the toilet. He also likes to carry sticks in his mouth. 

Joan's posse

This is Joan's gang. They go out for lunch every month. If you wonder why there are no men there, read the name of the restaurant, on the wall in the back. 

More Christmas reports from town

Took a couple of days off from posting. Lindsay had to work on Christmas Day, someone's got to drive the ambulances. Very festive. Meanwhile her dog Cooper enjoys curling up in a blanket on chilly nights.

Porter

This is Porter, Lindsay's new dog. 

Hope you had a happy (as much as you can in a rehab or wherever you are). 

We got ourselves a handicap parking placard, so we're cooking with Crisco now. In a week I'll be under the knife. I've got to put together a seat for the shower. That's tomorrow. Check your email for a picture.

Almost day off

You know how some Christians used to do nothing on Sundays because it was the day of the Lord, and the Jews the same on Saturdays? Well, we didn't do anything today because it was 98 outside. Tomorrow is going to be another hot day, not quite as high, but I really don't find much difference between 98 and 96. Then late Monday night, early Tuesday morning the breeze from the ocean will push inland over us. 

Izzy's walks were cut short because of the heat. Do your business and go back home. 

I did make a run to the grocery store to buy some ice cream, but aside from that emergency I stayed inside. Except to water some particularly needy plants. The lawn is pretty much left for dead until the heatwave is over. 

And we had our ice cream tonight. 

Hot

Yet another hot day. Naps work, and of course there are Izzy's walking needs, but really, the energy level for everyone in town is down. This evening we went over to Joan's brother's house for a birthday celebration. Davis is 79. He and his wife went out this morning and picked blackberries and made pies. 

Otherwise, it's been hot.

Check your email. Let me know if you can link to the video of Kinsley.

Flowers

It has to do with the camera. Once I download the pictures from the camera into the laptop they come out sideways. I'll keep working on it. 

It was hot today, and it's supposed to be hot tomorrow. We're like the shipwrecked survivors on a desert island under the only palm tree. That's why air conditioners are so important. If it gets hot enough I might have to go down to the basement and do some cleaning. 

No, it could never get that hot. 

It rained

Portland was rather slow today. It rained on and off, and Izzy didn't particularly like it being wet outside. The excitement of television tonight was that Gilbert looked up and noticed that there were kittens on the screen. He barked a couple times and then laid down again.

Joan made a stir-fry and rice. Chicken and broccoli. Very good. And then we went to bed.

Last night I found a channel on my internet radio, something like Theater Of Insomniacs, that was dedicated to playing old Jean Shepherd shows, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. 

I love my internet radio. It hooks up to the computer server by wi-fi and pulls in tens of thousands of radio stations around the world. It's sort of like a 21st-Century shortwave, but the reception is a lot better, pretty much crystal clear. If I want to listen in to, say, a sports talk show in San Francisco I used to listen to when I was down there I can. Or I can listen to New York or the BBC in London, or a station in Scotland. I listen to Australia and New Zealand. Anywhere. I love it.

Check your email.

Portland fog

This picture was from last winter. 

Again, not much happened today. We picked up Oliver after school and drove straight to an island between Oregon and Washington State, right off the interstate, where we made the transfer to his mommy, at the Burger King there. Oliver likes Burger King because he likes the toys they have in the kids meals and he gets a paper crown. Burger King, you know.

Then we went home and watched the first game of the NBA finals. Our Warriors won, but it was tough. They went into overtime to win. 

And that was pretty much it.

 

Foggy night in the Gorge

The Gorge being the Columbia River Gorge. And this picture was taken sometime last Winter, so this picture doesn't have anything to do with anything. Nothing much eventful happened. The whole day. Nothing.