Month: July 2022

My favorite month is now here. Yes, we have a lot of hot days ahead of us. Yes, we will have cooling days ahead of us. It is a glide path into Autumn. Yes, my favorite season. Welcome! Welcome to August:

One Typed Page, gee there is a point to this title, just type m a page, or a portion of it, every day. It is good for you. It is like drinking coffee or brushing your teeth or whatever it is you do every day. That you have to keep you going. Well, coffee keeps me going. Brushing my teeth keeps me out of the dentist’s office. Most of the time.

Every August I do a “thing of the month” and my thing for the month is to blog, or write something l put up on the web, kinda publishing. … Well, this is a way of me saying I will be here every day. Because that is what August is all about.

Professor of Rock. He was introduced to me by Kent. That was a couple of hours ago. Remembering the days of a lot less traffic. Remembering the day so more heat but we did not mind the lack of air conditioning. We got out and got sweaty. And I need to slow down on the memories because there are too many

This August is a special one. I turn 65 during the month which means that I start on Medicare today. For many of you that, perhaps, is not a big deal. For me, well I have used lots of my medical insurance.

A big lot. Enough that I write a letter of thanks to the heart team at Kaiser, letting them know that I am still here and still very happy with the six weeks I spent in the hospital back them. 1t is four years ago and I now have a graduation from that events. Those events. Still here, still working on my health, still being very aware of how things can go badly during a “procedure” and cascade through a whole bunch of nasty.

Now I am going to go find the video of guys hanging out at a seaside bar, one of them picking up a shark’s jaw and chasing around the bar. I just need to remember.

— MichaelRpdx :: ih3k :: 2022-07-31

Oh! Oh! Oh how nice, how very nice. I need one of those. Those since evermore shiny objects. Are you afflicted by the desire for a shiny object? That desire that leads to a deep desire for a new bicycle/ukulele/book/… you fill in the blank for a new object. Oh, and have I mentioned the one that afflicts most of you? A typewriter? You feel the urge for that new one that is different from the one, or from one of the many, objects you have. Or a new fountain pen. Gotta have it. It is not like one of the ones you already have. It is different in some way. It is smaller, bigger, lighter, brighter, smoother, rougher, a new insight, a confirmation of your bias, it is colorful in a new way, it is a sublime view of what it is.

I have been fighting this group of urges, and it is a group because the urge afflicts all manner of objects. The library is a great help for this. Want that book? Check it out. (not completely a cure, used books take me away) A new fountain pen? They are cheap, well if you like to explore the imported from China group. I ink up a pen and write with it until the urge passes. An another ukulele? I “only” have two. Well, seven if I count my wife’s collection. I play a bit and think about what I have yet to learn to play. That quells my desires, for a bit. A new, another typewriter? That, for now, was quelled when I could not find all of my typewriters, 1 know the Corona is here, someplace I know it is here. We did eventually find it.
Eventually.

Lucky for me I also have an urge for hobby objects. I can rotate to another thing I can do. Watercolor painting in on its way. Perhaps a new shade of yellow is in store for me. Or maybe a paper? At least they are consumables. I use them up. Unlike sketchbooks. Don’t get me started on them.

-— MichaelRpdx :: ih3k :: 2022-07-03

Roasting coffee fills’ the house with (what? three (four or five) typo errors in the first line? aw c’mon, wake up here) wonderful aromas. Our house smells mostly of Guatemalan coffee. My wife loves Guatemalan flavors and there are so many to choose from, so be it. This morning she offered to finish my coffee because its flavor did not, in her mind taste good with my food. Dan Dan Noodles were my leftovers served for breakfast. I thought they tasted fine as a combination. Consider:

            COFFEE
Good Taste           Bad Taste
Pancakes             Orange Juice
Chili, the dish      Apples
Pie, any kind        Gaspacho (Gazpacho?) (sp)
Pizza, leftovers     Sushi
Peanut Butter        Chinese Food in General
Cheesy Grits         Pickles

You understand how foods either, well mostly, really augment each other and damn you want more. Other combinations bring eating to a halt. No more now.

I have wondered how Chinese cuisine would be different today if they had coffee for hundreds of years. Let us enjoy the lighter flavors of tea and its pairing with foods.

For better or worse our July 4th weekend is starting off with a frozen flat house. Thawing out the refrigerator which had become a block of ice. So we are eating a bunch of now thawed foods. Many of them (a lemon pound cake at the moment) taste wonderful with coffee. Not So with the very flat tire on my car. Fortunately, this did not happen on the trip to and from Billings. The car picked up a roofing nail. I decided to pair that with some needed maintenance. While not as tasty as coffee with anything on the good list above I am killing two birds with one stone here. I think my metaphors are getting a bit thick here.

I put this aside for a bit. I go sit and sleep.

The car repairs take too long again. I will not make it to the library before it closes. That, I guess, is ok. There are a half dozen library books lying around to be read. It will wait for me.

— MichaelRpdx :: ih3k :: 2022-07-01