Tuesday 02/11/2025
Started with an early walk. Had coffee at Verve at 7:45, then hit the dry cleaners at 8 when they opened, to pick up the sweater I left there on our walk on Friday. Back before 9, I called Marlys to complete a tech squad call. Helped her pair her iPhone with a new Panasonic phone she had bought as her landline house phone. Back to my room and Dr. Margaret called in a panic because her piece for the writers group had somehow gotten messed up. She had asked Prue to make it a PDF so she could distribute it with some pictures in it. Prue had for reasons unclear, ended up with it stored in iCloud and what Margaret had sent out was a link to that which nobody but her could open. Never mind. I got her straightened out. Then it was time for the meeting.
Betty was running the meeting because our usual zoom host, Nancy, was in Berkeley sitting beside her daughter who was in hospice care and expected to die soon. (The daughter did pass this afternoon, I heard later.) Betty asked me to be co-host, fine.
The prompt was to look at the gallery of candid “people” pictures I had put up outside my apartment, and pick one or two and write at least the opening of a story about them. We got some really good things out of this.
Three people wrote about the gal in the upper left. I wrote a story about the singer, lower left and the olive oil vendor upper center. I’ll paste it in below I guess.
While my room was being cleaned at 3-4 I took the guitar up to the 9th floor music room and practiced.
Then I finally tasted Kombucha. I had been curious about kombucha, so sometime last week I picked up several bottles of different brands at the market. Today I pulled them out the fridge and opened them up and tasted them. Bleagh. Kombucha tastes like carbonated vinegar. Some of them have other flavors added, so they tasted like carbonated vinegar with added ginger, or lemon, or something. But always very sour, vinegary, and a little bit fizzy. Not going to be a kombucha fan, thanks.
After supper I wrote a long technical email. Our sound board in the auditorium needs to be replaced, and the contractor has proposed a Yamaha mixer board which would be ok, except that it lacks Bluetooth input. The reason we need to replace our board is because its Bluetooth input is broken! So, duh, we need to get an exact replacement, which is available at the same damn price so why did they recommend a different brand? I didn’t put it like that.
Transaction at the Boise Farmer’s Market
I wanted to write a scene where the gal is busking somewhere and then goes to the olive oil seller to buy something illegal, some kind of contraband, but I didn’t want her to be a druggy, so what? Then I remembered that in some states, abortion is completely illegal and so are the drugs that induce it. So… (click in this to be able to scroll it)
Codgerville 