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I was not going to go anywhere for Thanksgiving this year, much less across the continent to Oregon. But my sister convinced me that I needed to meet her grandchildren. So on Tuesday I flew to Charlotte (1.5 hours), then to Portland (5.0 hours) and drove 90 minutes to Tillamook OR, arriving at 10pm local time (1am my body time). Then my sister and I chatted for a couple of hours. Got to bed at midnight (3am body time). I was pretty tired.
Wednesday morning we took a 1-mile walk with my niece, Kim, her mother-in-law and her 2 children, at the local middle school. It was cool, by Florida standards, but very bright, which was somewhat unusual for Tillamook in November.
I took my sister and brother-in-law to lunch at the Blue Heron, one of the finest sandwich and salad places on the coast of Oregon. Then we did a bit of shopping for Thanksgiving dinner, after which I had a nap. Trying to catch up on the sleep I lost the day before.
Art shot – trees on the walkBlue Heron
Then the family started to arrive. My two nephews and niece, with 7 children between them, came for dinner. Pandemonium. But just a prelude to Thanksgiving Day when even more people would be present. We were treated to a very colorful sunset.
Yellow subsetPink duskScott, kids and dogsKim, Beya and Lois
I went to a benefit concert Sunday at the Nauti Parrot Oasis in Fort Myers. It was a fundraiser for homeless vets. Five bands donating their services from 1pm until 8pm and a special menu where 100% of the proceeds went to the cause. Lots of good music and a few beers warmed a cool afternoon. A good time.
It is always good to plan ahead, right? So, for my 100th birthday I want to go dancing. I want to get out on the dance floor, with my walker, and groove to the beat. And if the lead singer wants to serenade me, that would be fine, too.
That is the birthday I witnessed last weekend. I was at a nightclub and there was a table – all women – having a birthday outing nearby. I thought it was one of the women – all in their 40s and 50s – who was celebrating. But, no. It was their 102-year-old grandmother. Who was all smiles. And who didn’t object when she was escorted onto the dance floor with her walker. And loved it when the lead singer serenaded her.
Yup. That’s what I want for my 100th. Sons… start planning now.
This is the second in Benjamin’s series of Jim Otis detective stories. In this one Otis gets drawn into a series of hate crimes in tiny Hercules WI which start as vandalism but escalate into bank robbery and attempted murder. He is no longer police chief, having lost his reelection campaign to Lenny Snell, scoutmaster. But Snell quickly proves that he has no clue how to handle this escalating crime wave, so the sheriff enlists Otis’ assistance as “consultant.”
This book has a huge cast of characters, many reappearing from the first book in the series, Jailbait. It is a broad mix of local townfolk, local, state and federal law enforcement and family and friends of Otis’. Otis’ daughter, Natalie, figures prominently in the plot as it evolves. Clues are uncovered which point the finger at Norman Klinghofer, local recluse. But Otis finds that hard to believe as Norman has never offended anyone prior to these crimes. Because of Snell’s incompetence, it is left to Otis to figure out who the real culprit is, before the feds storm Norman’s fortress home.
The plot is solid, though not terribly complex. But I found the characters to be very interesting. They are fully formed and I could picture each in my mind. A few surprises added to the fun.
I have been a member of the American Automobile Association (AAA) for 30 years. The $57 annual fee pays for itself if I have just one incident during the year where I need assistance – a tow, a boost for a low battery or help changing a tire. They are generally a fine organization.
But…
Their website is absolutely idiotic. I have been unable to log in for a year. I didn’t bother to follow up on that problem until this week, when I was compelled to do so. I received a new membership card in the mail and had to go online to pay my annual membership fee. So I went to aaa.com/billpay, as instructed by the information that accompanied the card, entered my name, my membership number and the billing zip code and… was informed that the card number was not recognized. This was a new card, just received in the mail. How could the number not be recognized?
I thought the problem might be with my account, so I tried to create a new one. Entered the same information and got the same result.
I called AAA. To their credit they answered the phone in less than 5 minutes. But I got a customer service agent who clearly had no clue what she was talking about. She asked, first, if I had tried to create a new account. I had. Was I sure I had entered all information correctly? I was. Hmmm…
She obviously had my account information in front of her, so I was in their system. What could be the problem? She asked if I was in Texas. No, I was in Florida. “THAT’S the problem” she says. The fact that I am in Florida prevents me from logging in? Yes, she says. The system uses my location to determine the login site and I needed to log into the Texas region. “But you are a national organization” I said. Yes, she said, but different regions have separate websites and I am directed to the one that matches the location from which I am logging in. “Can you tell from the account number which region I belong to?” Oh, yes, she said. “So why doesn’t the website automatically redirect me to the right one using the account number instead of the login location?”
Stumped.
I am now able to log in if I go straight to the Texas website. But I shouldn’t have to do that. Idiotic.
Punta Gorda is a nice little harbor town and former fishing village just north of Fort Myers. Like Fort Myers, it was blasted by Hurricane Ian. Also like Fort Myers, it is recovering quickly. I visited Punta Gorda last Friday and, yes, there was debris lining the streets, mostly furnishings from homes that were flooded. The main destination was Fisherman’s Village, a large complex of shops and restaurants right on the harbor. It was in better shape than I expected. About a third of the shops were closed for repairs but mostly for wind damage – windows breaking and rain getting in. The structure itself was intact. The builders had wisely elevated it a bit so that it was maybe 10′ above sea level, just enough to keep from flooding in Ian’s storm surge.
I was with 3 friends. We mostly wandered around, visited a few shops, had some ice cream and a margarita on the beach. We toasted a lovely sunset.
I haven’t had anything major to mention lately, but there has been an accumulation of little things that I will mention.
I got a new laptop. This is the first post that I have written on the new computer. The old one was still working, but barely. It was getting slower. The microphone didn’t work. The battery was wearing down. I figured it was better to replace it before it became necessary. Replacing a computer is never fun. I have spent nearly 2 full days getting apps reinstalled and getting files transferred. Once again I failed at transferring emails. Don’t know why that is so difficult. I will keep the old computer for a while, if only to be able to search for old emails.
Pavers before and after washing
I also got a new pressure washer. That is because my old one – which I bought on the cheap for about $60 refurbished – failed after 2 days of use way back in June. I left it sitting outside for a few days last week, hoping someone would steal it. Then, the day before the new one arrived, I decided to try it again, thinking maybe I could put it in the trash area with a note describing what I thought the problem might be. Well, surprise… it worked flawlessly! I used it to clean the pavers on the backside of my shed. Now I don’t know what to do with it. I certainly don’t need two pressure washers. Maybe I will return the new one. I will think about it.
Concert
The resort is nearly recovered from the hurricane. It had an outdoor concert on Friday that was well attended (the resort is now about 40% full). The band is three residents who are pretty good and the weather was fine. Felt like normal. However, things around us are definitely not normal. The coastal areas are still devastated and there are many low-lying areas where the streets are lined with household furnishings removed from flooded houses. Very sad. I was also notified that there will be no senior softball season as there is field damage and the guy who runs the league lost his home. Doubly sad.
Trucks getting water at the firehouseSoftball field damage
First Street, lookin’ good
Downtown Fort Myers suffered significant hurricane damage and many shops and restaurants remain closed. But First Street is beginning to look normal again.. MusicWalk – the once-a-month event where the downtown streets are closed to vehicular traffic so bands can set up and play – was cancelled this month but one or two bands played anyway. I went with some friends and enjoyed the music and even did a bit of dancing.
And last night, a first for me: I was ejected from a nightclub. I went to Rusty’s with those same dancing friends and, due to a complex series of misunderstandings, we were asked (not very nicely) to leave just as the band began to play. We went to another Rusty’s location, had some good food and danced to some good music.
This is #24 (of 27 currently) in the Jack Reacher series of adventure/mystery books by Lee Child. I have read quite a few. But not 24. I will eventually read all of them, I think. But it will take some time.
I like all of the Reacher books. He is a larger-than-life hero. An iconoclast. One man against the world. Or, in the case of Blue Moon, one man against two rival organized crime gangs that have split a city in two: a Ukranian gang on the west and an Albanian gang on the east.
How does Reacher get involved in this mess? He sees a man on the bus with a large envelope of cash and another passenger on that bus who is clearly aiming to take it. He follows both off the bus, prevents the mugging and helps the man to his house.
The envelope contains $15,000, the proceeds from the sale of their car. This poor, elderly couple had sold their only car to pay for medical treatment for their only child, a grown daughter who thought she had insurance but had the misfortune to work for an unethical computer genius who let the company’s medical insurance lapse.
Well, that just ain’t right. Reacher starts looking into it and rather inadverantly runs afoul of one gang, then the other. What’s a lone, unarmed man to do when confronted by two vicious, highly competent criminal organizations? Kill them all, of course.
This is the most violent and unrealistic Reacher book that I have read. Highly implausible plot. An immense body count. Gratuitous murder. But still a fun read.
Yesterday my hibiscus had 12 blooms. It had only 6 today, but it usually has only 1 to 3. I think this is the hibiscus’ way of giving an emphatic finger to Hurricane Ian. “Is THAT the best you’ve got? Ha! I spit at your wind!”
Planning for 100…
It is always good to plan ahead, right? So, for my 100th birthday I want to go dancing. I want to get out on the dance floor, with my walker, and groove to the beat. And if the lead singer wants to serenade me, that would be fine, too.
That is the birthday I witnessed last weekend. I was at a nightclub and there was a table – all women – having a birthday outing nearby. I thought it was one of the women – all in their 40s and 50s – who was celebrating. But, no. It was their 102-year-old grandmother. Who was all smiles. And who didn’t object when she was escorted onto the dance floor with her walker. And loved it when the lead singer serenaded her.
Yup. That’s what I want for my 100th. Sons… start planning now.