As we sail through August, mostly hot, today raining at last, I'm mindful of the ups and downs. Time on the farm with Brenda and company was definitely up. She's building the workshop. We discussed Julian's success at getting his sculptures moved around, keeping the studio ready for more. What a cornucopia. Linus Pauling House was a first beneficiary, with Alpha Helix.
I've blogged about Brenda's farm before. We took the picturesque route on the way out, towards Damascus, coming back through Boring on Hwy 26.
Today was Hawthorne Street Fair. I always get steamed when Saturday Market vendors think they can impose "photos by request" values on a public street and filed a complaint about the one booth with such signage. No, it's not one of the rules. Steamed, but not doing much about it, and heading back to my charging cell phone, knowing Carol would be fine.
However, Carol was not fine. She came back knowing someone had stolen her money, credit cards and cell phone. What a disaster. I canceled the lunch with Glenn and started dialing, thinking I would kill the cell phone and credit card first. Just as I was making my choice to suspend with or without billing, I saw a red sack and knew intuitively she had prepacked these items with the intent to stow, but hadn't stowed, i.e. she'd left the house without 'em.
I reupped for the lunch with Glenn. We also watched a National Geographic documentary on the Gospel of Judas, really well done, with professional reenactments, like the genre demands.
Apparently though, the phone robot got the message I wanted to suspend, so now it's up to me to restore service. I'm in the middle of that process.
I'm active on Facebook these days, and on Medium. I have a toehold in some alternative tech.
