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The Good, the Bad & the Ugly

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What, me worry?

Friday, December 31, 2010

Bacon New Years



I have resolved that for 2011 I will not give up bacon. I do not eat a lot of bacon and on the rare occasion that I do have some I do not pile it up really high. This is probably because I envision my wife over one shoulder and my doctor hovering over the other wispering to me that I should watch my intake of fatty things. This is known as guilt. If it were not for guilt I would fry up a whole bunch of bacon every day until I could no longer stand the taste. I am not certain that the moment would come that I actually could not eat bacon, which is probably one of the reasons that I have never followed through with this thought.

There are many things that we think that we will never utter in company. Well, that is true for most people although I have met a few people in my life that just blurt out whatever comes to mind. The brain is a pretty tricky place and really needs a filter most of the time, so just verbalizing all of our thoughts in this day and age would eventually land most us in some sort of lock-up, either mental or criminal. For intstance you do not want to say the single word "bomb" while waiting to go through the security check point in the airport. Neither should you say the word "gun" to a policeman if you have just been pulled over for speeding. These thoughts, if verbalized, would get you in some amount of difficulty.

I want to live a long time and see my children continue their adult journeys, and my grandchild grow into whoever she chooses to become. These are a couple of the reasons that I wil not eat all of the bacon my brain would like to experience - the other reasons I can't talk about.

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Roasting Day

Nearing the end of a roast.
Guatemalan - Huehuetenango!

A Sumatra dark roast.

I needed to get enough coffee in the bins for our travels. You never know the coffee terrors that await on the road. Some trips the coffees that we find are horrible, but once in a while we find a gem. Mostly, though, we find mediocre coffees.

Ever since we gave up our commercial 30 pound roaster, and the business that went with it, I have never, ever regretted laying out the cash for a good one pound sample roaster and green beans in 150 burlap bags. You would be surprised how many beans a coffee snob can go through. Or maybe you wouldn't.



Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Things we should probably not dwell on in the Northwest


I bought an un-tethered weather station and mounted it out on our dock to keep it away from obstructions. It reports in every second or less to the base station, which is plugged into my PC where a program grabs and stores all of the data for display. Weather watching in Oregon is kind of a hobby for many people because it changes frequently and, usually, several of the measured parameters are on the move simultaneously.

When we lived in southern Arizona our weather station consisted of a thermometer. The seasons were hot, hotter, hell, and pleasant in Phoenix. Here on the Oregon coast we have reached hot on one day in ten years and it happened to be when relatives from southern AZ were visiting. The temperatures then were 65, 62, 104 and 61. Almost nothing here has air conditioning for good reason.

I got my weather station running on November 6th. Since that time I have been learning about the software program and its limitations while creating a web page with the built in "Wizard" and working out some kinks in the wireless connection between my office and the router located in the house. My antique PC is using a USB concocted wireless thingy and it tends to drop the signal once in a while. The result is that my web page does not update every 5 minutes like it should, although the data for the time period is still stored. If the cable TV company ever fixes the low signal strength at our house I will go back to them as my ISP and hard wire my PC connection again. That whole thing is a long story. Dealing with the cable company is probably similar to dealing with the Social Security Administration - you know that the answer is there somewhere in the bowels of the organization, but there is no useful map and the chances of finding someone willing to help has the same odds as hitting the Power Ball lottery.

Anyway, I have been dutifully following the collection of the daily highs, lows, wind speed, rainfall, etc. and just realized this morning that it could become the source of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD).  I pulled up a monthly report that I have looked at often and realized that it has only NOT rained on three days since the 6th of November.

Pass the vitamin D, please.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Idiot Factor

These are instructions we have had to place on the wall at our vacation rental house at the beach. It is still amazing to me the things that people will do in a rental that they would never, ever do in thier own home.
It is like having to post a notice to not put explosives down the garbage disposal. We as landlords should not have to do this, but we do.
Our experiences reinforce my belief in the saying that, "Nothing is foolproof because fools are so ingenious."

This is now on the wall at the beach house:

Instructions for the Directionally Challenged


This is a crank used for opening and closing the venting windows above your head. The windows are never latched. Turning the crank counter-clockwise will open the window. Turning in the other direction, clockwise, will close the window.

Some people have tried to go in the wrong direction using all of their strength. We have speculated that these people may have even hooked the crank up to a very large electric motor or similar device to overcome the mechanics of the windows operating mechanisms because the internal gears have been stripped or forced into misalignment. This takes considerable force (F = ma). It also costs a tad of Dinero (money) to repair. Please do not do this. When the sun is beating in on an afternoon the room can really become quite warm and you will appreciate being able to open these windows.

Remember – Lefty loosey (open), Righty tighty, (closed). This is not too much to ask.

Thank you,

The Owners

Instrucciones para la carne de cabezas
(Instructions for the meat heads)

Se trata de una manivela de apertura y cierre de las ventanas de ventilación por encima de su cabeza. Las viudas no están trabados. Al girar la manivela hacia la izquierda se abrirá la ventana. De inflexión en la otra dirección, hacia la derecha, se cierra la ventana.

Algunas personas han tratado de ir en la dirección equivocada con toda su fuerza. Hemos especulado con que estas personas pueden incluso han enganchado a la manivela a un motor eléctrico de gran tamaño o un dispositivo similar para superar la mecánica de las ventanas de explotación debido a los mecanismos de los engranajes internos han sido despojadas o forzadas a una mala alineación. Esto toma mucha fuerza (F = ma). También cuesta un poco de Dinero (money) para reparar. Por favor, no hagas esto. Cuando el sol está jugando en una tarde en la sala de realidad puede llegar a ser bastante caliente y usted podrá apreciar la posibilidad de abrir estas ventanas.

Recuerde - afloja Lefty (abierto), Diestro whities, (cerrado). Esto no es mucho pedir.

Gracias,

Los propietarios


Another tenant instruction:
Storm Door Etiquette



The outside door is called a “Storm Door” because it helps to keep our wintertime sideways rains from being driven past the seals of the regular door that you see before you. A “regular door” facing south on the Oregon coast is pretty useless when it comes to separating you from the weather outside.

Please help keep this storm door properly latched.

We get some really big winds here on the coast, which are fairly often above a Category 1 Hurricane force in the winter time. Summer winds are no slouch either. The last time that the storm door was not closed properly, the wind ripped it, part of the frame and a little bit of siding out of the wall, tossed it through the outside deck glass and railing and down the hill a bit. This would have been spectacular to see in person and maybe shoot some video for YouTube®, but all I was privileged to see was the resulting wreckage – and the bill for the repairs.

Thank you for your help,

The Owners





Please ignore this posting. This door closes just fine all by itself.


Bill’s Handyman & Repair Service


997-3288

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Locked Out


For some reason Google had about a zillion people locked out of their blogs because they changed the log in procedure to allow only Gmail addresses. This put us poor folks into a useless loop with their help option, which continued to insist that a Google account be used. Anyway, they finally let me back in with my non-Google email address.

I bought myself a new, fairly complete weather station that is now sitting on the top edge of the viewing dock wind screen and I have been getting familiar with what it can do. It has a little solar array for each instrument to keep the batteries charged up and transmitting their data to the station located in my office nearby. I also purchased a program that displays all of the information on my PC in various graphic forms, and is capable of pulling in radar images and other stuff via the Internet. It is all pretty coool stuff if you are in to that sort of thing.

I have now purchased a web domain name and hosting services and am working on getting a page running that will give near real time information to me, or you, wherever we may be. I suppose that one could just go on the Internet and get that sort of information from an official weather station, but that would not be nearly as much fun. I will probably use the new web site to check on how nasty it is at home when we are traveling away to warmer, nicer places in the late Fall, Winter, Spring and early Summer. According to Julie there are only a couple of weeks a year that the weather here is any good, so we may be gone quite a bit.

Mostly I enjoy the challenge of figuring out how to do new things with my otherwise atrophying brain. It's a journey.
My other Winter projects involve getting under the DeLorean to fix things that are now nearing 30 years old, and I can only spend so much time in contorted positions in one day without risking permanent damage to my joints.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

More Inverary Cemetary



Neil Munro's Father, Mother, brothers, sister and more in the Inverary, Scotland cemetary. In the bottom photo we had cleaned off some of the lichen to show the design at the top.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Inverary Roots

Colin Ross, the brother-in-law of Neil Munro.
Inverary, Scotland cemetary.


Sign on the entrance gate at the Inverary, Scotland cemetary.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Mas Scotland

Two goofy Oregonians in the rain.

A Graham defensive tower near the Esk River int the Debateable Lands along the Scotish Border. This has been renovated into a comfortable home. Originally built by a James Graham in 1717.

Remains of a Cairn dating to 500 B.C. near the site of the Battle Culloden, Scotland.

Scotland


Mugdock Castle Ruin, Scotland. A Graham defensive position.

The Royal Navy sailed into the Firth at Inverary to greet us! How did they know?


We drove up the little muddy road to the few homes in Auchnagoul, but found no current Munro's in residence. But we did find a significan tug at the heart.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Scotland & Ireland

Off we go in a few days. I will be posting updates and photographs on my facebook page from the mobile phone. I have been practicing, so I know it works as long as we can find a wireless connection.



United Kingdom
Ireland

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Bolts

DeLorean Suspension

Rear suspension schematic. The trailing arm bolt is furthest to the left.
Trailing Arm Bolt (25 in schematic)


On a DeLorean there is one bolt on the rear suspension assembly that keeps the tire (or tyre) pointed in the right direction. If it fails I am told that the steering wheel has little affect upon keeping the car going where you point it. This would be bad.

When I had my car on a lift back in April at the tech session near Portland we found evidence that my trailing arm bolts were not in good shape and I thought about doing the replacement myself, but since I do not have a car lift, sliding around on the garage floor on my back trying to do this work seemed like it would be more than a little difficult. On the other hand, driving the car to Bellevue, Washington on a six hour journey while worrying about breaking my suspension had its drawback too. I have not often gone wrong by hiring an expert to perform specialty work, so I decided to have DMC Northwest do the work and I am glad that I did, although if the bolt had broken during the trip I am sure that my outlook would be different while I typed this with a pencil in my mouth from a hospital bed.

As you can see from the photo above one of the bolts was severly bent and near breaking. If I had known how close to breaking this bolt had been I doubt that I would have ever left my driveway, but would have found some way to get it on a lift nearer home.

The other suspension parts that were warped and bent (reinforcing plate & bushing) just went in the trash can at DMCNW, but these bent bolts will probably find a home somewhere on my garage wall as a reminder to check the new ones once in a while, and so that I don't forget that these machines are now about thirty years old and in need of significant care.

As sort of a side note, when I was decelerating on an off ramp in Portland, on my way to Bellevue, I heard a noise which I correctly diagnosed as a failing alternator bearing. I called ahead to make sure they had a new one at my destination and proceeded on the next day. The work went so quickly at DMCNW that I was able to have time for them to do other work and still get back to Portland on the same, long day.

The car now feels almost new to me, since the wiggle in the back from the bent bolt and worn out bushing is now gone and it runs much more smoothly after a little tuning. I was also able to see how many new parts are in stock nearby and buy a few items for those rainy days to come. Most of the deterioration that I am finding is coming from the hardening and breaking of rubber parts, but these are all available from DMC so it is just a matter of detecting the next probable failure and getting to it in advance. That is so easy to say. Right.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Northward

I think that I will be driving the DeLorean to Portland and on to Seattle next week to take it in to DeLorean Motor Company Northwest and have Toby fix the rear suspension issues. There is a broken off bolt that holds the a reinforcing plate in place through which the trailng arm bolt passes, and THAT bolt is what holds the rear suspension to the frame. One bolt. It is rather critical and I have been a little bit more cautious driving the car ever since I learned of this condition. The trouble is I need to have a right angle drill capable of opening a half inch hole through the frame behind the broken off bolt to remove the nut, before extracting the stub of bolt stuck in the frame. There are only about two inces of space between the transmission and the frame to work with and I have not found a tool capable of doing this job.

The other side has issues as well, since some previous owner used various washers to shim the trailing arm to the approximate right location. A proper allignment is in order and Toby would be the guy to see to get it done right.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Bubba-isms

It may not meet USPS regulations, but that it is so bubba-ish that I just had to share it. Reduce, reuse, recycle.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Golf


I am considering an inexpensive addition to my set of clubs for those times when I do not want to risk harm to the "good" set and where the ball actually goes is less important than it just moves somewhere other than its current position.

Having been in the natural resources business for so many years, I am surprised that we did not come up with this concept. Rather than selling rocks by the ton, we could have had the same cash flow for just a small fraction of the effort - one rock at a time!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

One method of cleaning the system of unwanted material.


AND ... Oscar decided to thumb his nose at the homeowners association.
AND, AND ... suddenly realizing the severity of the budget problems facing the school district, the Board opted to utilize materials at hand to solve the lack of classrom space following defeat of the lastest bond proposal.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Brain Freeze

I suppose that some enterprising jester in the Transportation Department had an extra sign in the back of the truck and just could not resist spreading his joy.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Bipolar Immigration – We have met the enemy and he is us.

This is a picture of me heading South of the border to get away from all of the idiotic rhetoric about immigration that has taken over the media recently.

I do not care much for the shouting of catch phrases from one group toward another, done with the aim of getting a five second hit on the broadcast news media. These “events” do not offer solutions, nor do they really generate discourse between divergent interests toward solving the problems of human beings. It is essentially illiterate babbling. The current pounding of chests over the immigration of people into the U.S. through our Southern border is a sad testament to the new lows in the debate over a serious issue. I can not think of any serious issues that have been solved by the application of one line slogans. There are subtleties and a thick, rich texture of perspectives to the emotional issue of immigration from Latin American countries – too complex to be dealt with in the whole here. But we need solutions and we need serious people to study the issue and offer some realistic guidance.



Whenever we have needed the labor from Mexico to cover our shortfall we have liberalized our view of immigration and when jobs have been scarce, we have tightened the border down, within some budget limit. Compare the pre and post Depression and WW II immigration policies. We needed jobs for existing legal citizens during the depression and then we needed help during WW II to feed our country. Policies and laws changed accordingly.


The number of meaningful jobs and the amount of pay are both better North of the border. If Mexico does not improve the employment prospects of its workers and improve its educational system for its future workers, nothing will change. You cannot blame a person for trying to better themselves through any means that does not produce visible harm to other human beings. The creep of joblessness in the U.S. is too slow to be visible to an immigrant, legal or illegal, so it is not seen as a harmful endeavor by the immigrant or by most U.S. citizens unless jobs become tight or costs to educate and provide services too high. Each of us live in our own little bubble and it is difficult to see outside of it.


My great grandfather came into the United States in the 1880’s from Scotland and was allowed to join the Army. At that time the United States was allowing passengers from that part of the world to disembark and be processed through immigration. You just had to show up. The military service gave him a faster path toward citizenship after discharge. He was not “given” citizenship when he got off the boat; he had to “earn” the right to apply after five years of taking orders.


I have friends on both sides of the U.S. Mexican border and all of us find the immigration issue perplexing. We cannot go to each others country and work legally without the permission of the respective governments. Just because Mexico has failed to provide the stability, laws and policies that create a vibrant growing economy on a par with its northern neighbor does not mean that we are obliged to make up for their deficit by allowing a porous border to continue to exist. But we should find a way to change the status quo because the status quo is not working. If I was an underemployed Mexican I would like to think that I would have been one of the first to go Norte for the opportunities. So how do we make it smart to continue to live in Mexico – through punishment? Or do we find a way to create incentives to stay in Mexico? From the Mexican legislator’s perspective, the U.S. is probably a place to export their unemployed, a relief valve that makes it less of an urgent national priority to deal with their own systemic economic chaos.


When our border was more porous than it is now, a Mexican in need of a pay check could sneak into the U.S. earn some money and return home, knowing that he could make the trip again if needed. Now if he makes it without being caught, he is more likely to just stay because it has become much more difficult to make the passage north.


I know a man, a friend really, that has made his way north to the Pacific Northwest where I now live, three times. The last crossing was very difficult and, with his oldest son in tow, they barely survived the walk through Arizona. He works in the U.S. to send money to a relative who is caring for his other two sons and making sure they can stay in school. (In Mexico there is theoretically compulsory education for nine years, but in practice the law is mostly ignored and, by one information source, only 54 percent of students complete six years of instruction.) Because of his long absences his wife left him several years ago and he is the breadwinner for the extended family in Mexico. He has desperately wanted to visit his sons for the past two years, but has agonized over the decision of driving home because he does not think he can make it back into the U.S. to make the money he needs to give his sons the education that he never received. That is a gut wrenching decision that in an ideal world human beings should not have to face.


In the year that I was born at Tucson Medical Center, there were about 100,000 people living in Tucson and around 200,000 in Phoenix. The border was simpler in many ways and the primary focus of our immigration policy had to do with the fears of growers not having enough labor to harvest their crops. The post WW II boom in the economy had made it harder to find people willing to go back to the farm for the tough form of labor and hours it demanded.


Somewhere there is a solution to these issues and I am fairly certain that it will involve tough decisions and cool heads on both sides of the border if it may someday be counted as a success. Unfortunately, the drivers of the wagon train are political beings, potentially with agendas that have nothing to do with actually solving anything at all. Nada.


I will continue reading about the various solutions and positions of the stakeholders just to educate myself. I wonder if some sort of path to citizenship may not be part of a plan, along with heightened border security and a financial strengthening of the Mexican economy. If an illegal immigrant could apply for citizenship while agreeing to join a military service (if age appropriate), or a public service organization, they would become a stakeholder in the system, with the right to traverse the border legally while paying into the tax base. It theoretically would increase the comprehension of English, lessen the chances of having an illegal elderly population who have no prospect for health care under our Medicare system, and make it more likely that they will participate in solutions for issues within their communities. If they just remain illegal, they have no incentive to participate in anything except maybe a protest on the Capital Mall about the prospect of legislation that would have them deported.


I heard a Latino advocate on television yesterday espousing the belief that ALL businesses should be required to have a staff interpreter available during business hours so that non-English speaking customers could avoid errors or confusion. As soon as Mexico provides this service we should jump right in too. The speaker only targeted Spanish speakers as being eligible to have their translators available, and I can only assume that she was racially profiling in the extreme. What an idiotic idea.


If an immigrant of the illegal variety suddenly became a citizen and had to start paying taxes to support other people that were not on the tax rolls, pay more to tighten border security, and then took a reduction in pay because the “other” newcomers desperately wanted their job, I believe that their attitude would change. Conversely, I think that everyone in the U.S. should spend a bit of time South of the border trying to make a living on say $3 per day mixing concrete by hand, six days a week, and then just take a wild guess at whether or not they would be saving up to pay a coyote guide to get them to the Promised Land.



Lee E.

A Native Son, third generation, of Arizona

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Remotes

After getting mom almost fully settled in her new assisted living apartment, I am now working on some of the small things that will make her day to day living a little easier. One constant source of irritation for her has been small buttons on all things electronic. Her CD player is often getting switched over to another mode because her fingers and eye sight just do not equal that of the twenty-something year old engineers that designed the thing. The same is true for the TV controller. She bumps the mode switch all of the time and then it will not control the TV and she does not know why.

I have found a few candidates for big button remote controls while browsing around the web, but nothing yet that is as simple as the old Zenith Space Command above. I think that some enterprising university could guarantee job placement for their graduating engineers if they offered only one course in designing consumer electronics for the aged. Just because it is possible to control the Space Shuttle from a La-Z-Boy on your back porch does not mean that it is a good idea to give the reins to grandma'. She could probably find a way to launch predator drones from an Aegis Combat System on a Guided Missile Destroyer in the Pacific without breaking a sweat. And all the while she would think that she was tuning in to Jeopardy.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Mother's Day

I am back in Tucson for doctors appointments and it happens to be Mother's Day as well, so I am piggy backing on Earl and Teri's planned outing with Mom to the Pueblo Grill. It was nice of them to include me and it was great being picked up at the airport last night by Teri. Taxi cabs are such a crap shoot for the psyche.
The visible snow on the surrounding mountains is now gone and I can feel the creep of summer temperatures coming on now, and I know from native desert rat experience that soon it will cascade into something more incendiary. It is unstoppable - sort of like gravity or advancing time.

Monday, April 26, 2010

DeLorean Time

My car going up for inspection.
Getting ready to find the issues.
An hour later I have a long list of things to fix.
Knut (the K is not silent). This is his shop.
Fixing a valve cover oil leak on another car.
The wings.
One worker, many watching. Good enough for a County road crew.
"No, a little to the left"
Regraining the stainless.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Leaving Tucson

I have more paper to take back to Oregon than will fit into my little suitcase, although I am certain that the airline would be more than happy to make sure it gets to my destination with me for a small fee. They are real big on fees right now. Dealing with airlines now is very much like dealing with the healthcare industry - they can do just about anything, but you will not know the cost until you are committed to the venture.

Monday, April 5, 2010

A Great Send Off


The weather today is just wonderful. If we could board our plane now instead of Wednesday, we could make it to our San Francisco connection in no time. We get a lot of this type of weather, but usually this would be more of a Januray or February cold front.

This is April. Yikes!

The Current Weather at Sea Lion Caves

The Current Weather at Sea Lion Caves

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Hey Matt! We'll make sure you won't get it out of your head.

Guess

If you look at the first music link at the top of the page you should be able to figure out what I have been doing since returning home.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Mt. Shasta

We are currently in Mt. Shasta, California and just five hours from being back home. We drove from Arcadia (Pasadena area)  today, which was a ten hour run, after an eight hour day yesterday from Tucson. If you have never been to Mt. Shasta it is a quaint, small town and I would have to say that other than the magnificent view of its namesake mountain, its claim to fame has to be that it is only a few miles from Weed, California. There are many jokes about Weed, and no small amount of logo items available for the passer through to purchase.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

North

We are heading North to Oregon tomorrow!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Bureaucracies

Every company or branch of government has its own bent toward the creation of formalities aimed at the dealings between itself and its clients. As we have assembled the bills and account statements of my Mother and changed the mailing addresses or other features of the relationship for future ease of administration, we have run into bureaucracies of various complexities and strengths.

Surprisingly, the hardest company to deal with has been the cable TV company. Who would have thunk? Apparently the cable company has witnessed every kind of fraud and has instituted firewalls for almost every occasion. Since we planned on being here in Tucson for extended periods, we wanted to have internet access at the house so that we did not have to rent a seat at the local coffee shop just to check emails. I like coffee a lot, but do not drink it after noon and know that whenever I drink it it will without fail cause a reaction at the other end and many interruptions to the email retrieval process. Coffee shops are not a practical alternative for the long haul.

So we call the cable company to add internet. No, that is not possible without seeing a Power of Attorney (POA). No problem since I have one of those. Again, no, I must appear in person at the local office which it turns out looks like the waiting room for free government services with a DMV type pick-a-number twist. They do not really want to deal with customers in person, so they make it appear unpleasant and the wait time long. The same is true for a change of address with the cable company. They will not do that either without a POA and personal appearance before the Tribunal Council of Nameless Powerful Bureaucrats.

We discover a chink in the armor after considering that the actual customer of the cable company is female and since I have been the caller with the male voice it must only be a matter of decibels and frequency. Julie calls and can easily change whatever she desires. No visits, no POA’s, nothing. Just sit in the comfort of the house and alter the relationship at will. Taadaa!

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Still further South than we thought we would be...

To update the family without calling everyone, here is the latest from Tucson.


Mom is still in the skilled nursing center at Handmaker and looks to be improving from her bout of pneumonia and an infection of Clostridium difficile ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clostridium_difficile ) , both of which she picked up in the hospital while being treated fro the bleeding ulcer. Isn’t it wonderful that hospitals can charge you to treat one thing and give you another to treat on your own at additional expense. Anyway, Mom is doing daily physical therapy and, by her own admission, is not ready to come home.

Yesterday we toured some of the assisted living apartments at Handmaker with Mom and developed a sort of Plan “A” – they have a “Respite Care” furnished apartment that may be used for up to 30 days and Mom agreed that it would be a better place for her to be while she continues to recuperate. Maree will continue to be on a twice weekly schedule throughout this period so that Mom can have both the companionship they have developed and be able to go out for shopping, hair appointments and whatever. But for now she is anchored in the nursing center where they can monitor the demise of the bugs in her systems. We do not know yet when she might make the transfer.

Julie and I had wanted to drive back to Oregon this week, then considered flying, then dropped the idea for now and just unloaded the Suburban into Mom’s garage. Intstead of leaving town we dicided to ask Eric and our property manager to send the things we need for tax returns, and the functioning of our business via UPS. I guess that we can figure out a longer range plan later when we know more about Mom’s prospects for the next transition.

TTFN

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Un-warm in Tucson


Catalina Mountains taken from Mother's living room.

I suppose that I expected something different than snow in my native town of Tucson in March, since this is after all a place where snow birds escape to to get warm. Warmer than what might be a good question, although if you are from the cold, frozen North this would seem down right balmy I guess.

With Mom in the hospital we may be looking at this view for a while, and wouldn't you know it we just forgot to bring our skis to Mexico with us so we will have to rent.