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An Evening Walk

My husband spoke up at seven-thirty this evening and said, “Do you want to take a walk?”

“A walk?” I said, “It’s seven-thirty on Wednesday and I haven’t written a blog post yet. I don’t even know what I’m going to write about. I don’t have time for a walk.”

“You could take pictures on the walk and write about that,” he said.

I didn’t have a better plan and he really wanted to go on a walk, so I gave in at that point and we headed out the door. The first thing I saw was our little garden patch in the back yard. The oregano had been wilted and bedraggled after our most recent heat wave but then Tropical Storm Hermine passed by and gave us rain. It looks perky now.
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Next was our neighbor’s small citrus tree. If you are a regular follower of this blog, you may remember seeing a small painting of this tree during last year’s landscape challenge. It’s still pretty cute. I may have to paint it again.
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After that, we noticed something we have to watch out for or we end up bringing them home on our shoes – hitchhiker burrs.
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This passion flower was spectacular. It was very near the sidewalk so I could get a good shot of it without zooming or trespassing.
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I love this white picket fence with flowers at its feet.
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We wandered on and came to a cactus garden in full bloom.
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We often see bald eagles on this phone tower, but you’ll have to take my word for it. They didn’t show up this time.
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We never know what we might see when we’re walking through our neighborhood. We have no idea why there was a dead mop in the road, but we can all make up interesting stories about it now that we have a picture.
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We could have turned toward home at that point and had a short walk, but if I was going to walk at all, I wanted to hit the one and only Pokestop within reasonable walking distance of my house, so we continued on until we arrived at the community garden. This was the first time I had ever seen a lure on this Pokestop.
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Even with the lure, I only got a Pidgey and a Rattata before we walked on. I don’t think the young man who placed the lure even got those two. He was involved in a heated telephone conversation as we passed by.

Once I hit the Pokestop, I noticed that it was getting dark, but it was too late to take the short route home, so we kept going around the two neighborhood schools. I had to use the flash to get this pretty shrimp plant.
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There’s a retention pond between the two schools and I couldn’t resist trying to get a picture of all the ducks settling in amid the reflections of the schoolyard lights.
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There was barely any light left in the sky as we hurried back to our house. I wish I could have taken a picture of the owl that swooped over us as we neared our driveway, but it happened too fast for me to capture it.
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I did get this oddish, though.

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Time For New Glasses

Wednesday has rolled around again and there are a few people who will actually notice if I don’t put up a blog post. They might even worry about me a little, so I intend to save them that worry, even though I don’t have any brilliant ideas for a blog post. What have I been doing this past week? Well, I took my daughter to get new glasses and while I was at the Target Optical Shop, I decided to make an appointment for myself as well. They wanted to know how long it had been since I’d had my eyes examined and I couldn’t remember. I vaguely recalled that I was still working my last cubicle job at the time and I quit that job ten years ago. All I knew for sure was that it was getting harder and harder for me to see the expiration dates on my coupons.

My appointment was yesterday and my daughter rode out to Target with me because she wanted to get her new nose pads checked. She also wanted to hit all the Pokestops between our neighborhood and the Target Optical Shop. I was glad to have her along because I couldn’t drive and hit Pokestops at the same time. I was nervous about my eye exam because it had been so long and I had fuzzy memories of some parts of an eye exam being uncomfortable. My own nerves were far more uncomfortable than the eye exam. I was dreading the glaucoma test. It was nothing. The doctor wanted to dilate my pupils and warned me that the drops would sting. I got all worried and then they didn’t sting at all.

Whew! The exam took some time, but it was not difficult or scary, and soon I will have new glasses that will help me read those expiration dates on my coupons. I had spent a long time looking at frames while my daughter was having her exam last week and I was a bit worried about that because the only frames I liked were children’s frames and I wasn’t sure they would work with my prescription. I looked again at women’s frames and tried to like some of them, but even the lady who was helping me agreed that they were not flattering. I tried and tried, but I kept going back to the children’s frames and finally, the nice lady took measurements and said those frames would work. My daughter said my grandsons would think they were cool because they had little skull and crossbones designs on the sides. I hadn’t noticed that but I’m okay with it. I’m just happy I’m going to be able to read fine print again.

Driving home was a little tricky with the silly little plastic shades they gave me to put under my glasses, but I made it. On the way home, my daughter hit all the Pokestops for both of us. And she caught this:

Vileplume

Vileplume


It’s my first Pokemon with more than 1,000 CP.

More Words

Have I done anything worth blogging about lately? I haven’t painted. I haven’t filed my taxes. I haven’t finished any tie-dye. I started some tie-dye. I watched the weather forecast for weeks, waiting for a good day to put some Rayons into pre-soak. Our favorite customer ordered several dresses and we wanted to get started on them, but Florida is wet in the summer. It rains almost every day and it’s hard to tell, just based on a forecast, which days might be the rare ones without rain.

Day after day, I would see a forecast that called for a twenty percent chance of rain and I would decide not to put anything on the line. The rain did not materialize, or it came late in the afternoon. Finally, I decided to risk it, because Rayon is thin and doesn’t take all day to get dry. On a hot day, it can take as little as two hours. I made my lists, I gathered my Rayons into bags according to color palettes, and I brought in my five-gallon bucket so I could mix up a soda ash solution.

I carried the heavy bucket out to the clothesline and I put the first batch of Rayons into the solution. Once that batch was up on the line, I did the same with the other three bags, one at a time, until all four clotheslines were full of blanks. It was about 9:30 in the morning when I put up the last of them and I thought that would give them plenty of time to dry out before the afternoon thunderstorms could roll in.

I went into the house and sat down to get caught up on Words With Friends and Facebook. From Facebook, I always go right back to Words With Friends because solo play gives me a turn every two minutes. As I mentioned last week, it patronizes me like crazy but I love words, so I keep playing. I have still won every single game. The solo play knows all kinds of words it can’t even find a definition for, but it still loses each and every game. It gives itself all the ten-point letters and gives me mostly vowels and it still loses. It is incredibly good at losing. I was busy putting vowels together in interesting ways when I got a text from my daughter, asking me to take her to the grocery store to get some milk. It was still well before noon, so I had no qualms about leaving the blanks on the line while I took my daughter to Publix. She did her usual shotgun chore of hitting Pokestops along the way and then we caught a couple of Pidgeys in the parking lot before we went inside to get milk.

We were on our way back to my daughter’s house when I started to notice the black clouds gathering. She dropped the milk off at her house and then came back to my house because she needed to do some laundry. It was still morning, but those clouds just kept piling up. Then the sprinkling started. When we got to my house, we went out to the clotheslines and pulled the lighter-weight things that were already done. My daughter brought up a weather map on her phone and we saw a big blob of orange and yellow heading, apparently, straight for my back yard.

The blanks were not dry enough, but if we let them get seriously rained on, the soda ash would rinse out. We needed the soda ash to stay in – that was the whole point – so we quickly pulled everything off the line and brought it in the house. We plunked the bags down and started heating water for coffee, relieved that our blanks were not going through a Mother Nature rinse cycle.

Of course, the storm clouds just broke up and blew away while we were drinking our coffee but it was too late for us to put everything back up. We no longer trusted the sky.

Weather and Pokemon Go

I am looking out my window and watching rain come down in the midst of a bright, sunlit afternoon. The sun is bouncing off the metal roof across the street and it’s so bright it’s making me squint, but between that roof and me, steady rain is falling. That’s the weather report from blog day in Florida.
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Now for the Pokemon Go report. Yes, I am playing. If you read last week’s post, that will come as no surprise. My daughter is the one who put it on my phone, but I didn’t protest too loudly. She downloaded it for me Friday afternoon, but she didn’t have time to stay and help me learn how to play it, beyond the most basic instructions for flipping Pokestops and capturing Pokemon with Pokeballs.

The next morning, I got up early to go to the local flea market. I was sitting in my car, waiting for the flea market to open, when a Pikachu spawned nearby. I didn’t have a Pikachu and I wanted one. I felt a bit silly, but I got out of my car to try and track down that Pikachu. As far as I could tell, it was right in the middle of the first flea market building, but I couldn’t get my game to let me capture it. I couldn’t get my game to do anything and I couldn’t message my daughter about it because it was before eight o’clock in the morning. She would not take kindly to being messaged about a Pikachu that early in the day. I had to let that Pikachu get away.

I did ask her about it later in the morning and she taught me how to force quit the game and re-load it. That’s what must be done when it freezes up and won’t do anything. Good to know.

She also told me we should check out a Pikachu nest in a local park. I thought that sounded like fun, so I picked her up and we headed down there. Shotgun is a crucial position when both driver and passenger are playing Pokemon Go. Of course, you can’t drive and play at the same time, so the person in the passenger seat has to balance two devices and make sure no Pokestops are missed along the way. These must be tapped and spun so that Pokeballs and other items can be collected. Timing is critical if you are trying to do this from a moving vehicle and my daughter has developed excellent timing.

The Pikachu hunt turned out to be a bust. There had been an update and the Pikachu nest was gone. We had fun catching other things and chatting with other players, which is the coolest thing about this game. It gets introverted nerds (yes, I am one of those) out of their houses and into situations where it feels normal to socialize with dozens – or even hundreds – of other players.

It also gets us to exercise, as we see things on our radar and walk all over a park or parking lot trying to find them. It reminds me of being at the beach, picking up shells. We just keep walking and walking, without realizing how far we’re going, because we’re finding cool things and we want to find more.

The biggest thing we found today was a Magmar.
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The goofiest may have been the Psyduck. My daughter had dropped a lure on a Pokestop, which draws more Pokemon to that stop, so we got a lot of those. One of them appeared to spawn in my hand.
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Yes, I weakened, and now I’m playing Pokemon Go like most of the rest of the world. It may be a little silly, but it sure beats watching politics on TV all day.

Weather and Whatnot

Okay, it’s blog time again and I want to report from my real life and my real heart, but there’s not a whole lot of reportable stuff going on right now. I got back from the North Carolina trip and got caught up on chores. Nobody wants to read about my bill-paying and grocery-shopping. The time I don’t spend on chores I spend watching political things on television, and I’m absolutely not going to blog about that. This is not a political blog. Just reading the ones I read and seeing the vitriol in the comments makes me question my faith in humanity.

I don’t want to lose all faith in humanity. I know the vicious people are a small minority, but they’re a loud minority and they make me sad, so I won’t be opening up my blog to that sort of virulent discussion. Nor will I waste my time preaching to the choir of my regular followers. You know where I stand.

If I want to be topical and I don’t want to be political, that leaves the weather and Pokemon Go. The weather is hot and I’m not playing Pokemon Go. My daughter wants me to play Pokemon Go, but, so far, I have resisted the temptation. I may be weakening.

She does seem to be having a good time. Today, she caught a Pikachu with more than three hundred CP. “Is that good?” I asked. Apparently, that is good. Even though Pikachu is the only Pokemon almost everyone has heard of, it’s not particularly common in the game. When you do find one, it doesn’t usually have much CP, and three hundred is a lot (at least for a Pikachu – I’m still a little fuzzy on the details). If you’re like me, you hear something like CP and you want to know what the letters stand for, so (now that I’ve asked my daughter) I will tell you. It’s Combat Power. That sounds intriguing and I want to know more.

Yes, I may be weakening.