Personal Note

Me Here Again

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If you’re here, welcome. There is a wide variety of things written about. But, ultimately, they are about me. And what I’m interested in. And there is a lot that is left out. Well, maybe. There is a lot. You get what pulls my attention in for the day. Like haiku, or stamps, or forest, or, or well there is a lot. Stiff that is not coming to mind anymore. Yes, it is a problem for me now.

Thanks for coming. Come in once in a while, there is sure to be stuff that is different than what you’ve read here before. And hit the random page bit. It will surprise you.

Read, It’s Good for You

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Yes! Read!

We have a bunch of great to read. Oh, OK, this is for youth. And it started in June and ends on August 31. Well that’s no reason to not read.

You can read all about it, summer reading, at the Multnomah County Library site. They are open now. As you can see from the image to the side, you don’t need to be an English reader to enjoy it.

Now, I have to admit I’ve not read much. My reading speed is slower since my stoke and my visual issues. I keep trying. At least a book a month, instead of a book a week. Perhaps, just maybe, I will regain my faculty. And you know the only way to get there is to practice – by reading.

What is your excuse for not reading? Or reading more?

Corn Season

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Should you be passing by Waconda and 99E – great blue roads – you may see a sign about Fresh Corn. They aren’t kidding. We were passing that intersection and turned for a quick detour on our Salem – Portland drive.

We got corn, a big mesh bag full, some onions, jalapeno peppers and broccoli. The corn is so sweet it reminded us of last year. It’s so good.

If you’re not around Wadonda and 99E go to the place selling corn near you. It’s the right time of year for those delights. But be warned, what you find isn’t as good as what we found.

With Phlebotomists

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Reading a book, a good book.
Taken in for a blood draw. Not a finger poke, like they do in Eastside. She says she doesn’t like finger pokes. But she’s good. She looks atmy right arm. Puts the needle in, wiggles it. Apologies. Withdraws. Looks for another place to try. Another phlebotomist comes by. We’re talking about the book while she looks for a place.

The alternate, as full of confidence as the first, hits the vein. But it doesn’t draw. There is a bump on my arm. We talk, I’m used to being missed. I have the book to the first and tell her to read aloud while the second tried again. She starts in on “She says STFU.” They are both laughing. I am too. She switches arms and gets it.

We laugh me out. With a bandage on each arm. Normally, they just do a finger poke. Next time I will.