Oregon Coast 1

Rain.

A rain report:

There was rain in Portland and then some rain then brief cloud breaks and then more rain. Right now? Rain.

This remains a good sound.

Me, I listened to it. Didn't go out in it. Today I did online stuff, read a bit, watched 1993's Wayne's World 2 (not as well-made as the first Wayne's World film, but plenty of funny stuff: the dubbed fight, swapping out one actor for another, "YMCA," Kim Basinger as a women being very specific in why she's attracted to Dana Carvey's Garth Algar, and Chris Farley; damn I miss Chris Farley) and, now, blogging for the first time in a few days. I keep coming back to it. And rain, relievedly, keeps coming back to us.
Walking

A Lighter Head!

Haircut achieved, today. By a professional, a good guy (Guil) who's also a friend, and who owns a shop within walking distance from me on SE Woodstock.

When I first got my hair cut during this pandemic, I had gone an especially long time between haircuts, made longer by the pandemic shutting barber shops and other establishments for, um, a while, and my hair was...unwieldy. It really was such a relief to get to Southeast Barber Company that time, and get that messy weight off my head. I told myself, this time don't wait as long. In fact, I considered making an appointment last month during the smoke-heavy days, when ash and smoke from the western fires were darkening our skies, because Guil's shop was open...but

(but)

I'd also made a decision to get a shop T-shirt, so I could show my support of the place that way, and I did not want to bring it home through the bad air we were saddled with. So, I waited. Then, relievedly, we got rain and much better air quality (for current values of "much better"), so I let myself think of a haircut again. I shaved my facial hair last week, so that any changes in my hair on the top of my head would not be influenced by the hair on my face. I wanted my head to look balanced. Then on Friday, after my trip to Multnomah Falls, I set my appointment.

Haircut, achieved. Shirt (a grey T with the shop logo on the front), achieved. A nice walk afterwards through Woodstock Park then up to Holgate and Foster, achieved. A rinsing-off shower once I was home, to get the little cut hairs off of my head so they wouldn't fall on my pillow tonight, achieved.
Summer Me

I'm letting myself be a little silly as I wind down for the night.

Should I pretend to shout?

Maybe. Writing is in fact a not-bad way to shout, because whatever is written is only as loud as what the person reading it decides to make it. You could have yelled that last line. Or whispered it, I'm not ordering you one way or another.

But it does looking more like shouting when you do

this

but even then, you could just say it quietly. Or nothing.

Choose your own vociferousness! If that's not a word, that's OK.

G'night.
Whale fluke

Soothing Beauty, Near and Dear

Multnomah Falls. Still flowing. And it's not far away: it's at Exit 31 (left-hand exit) off of I-84, in the same county that I live in. Why not visit it? As safely as possible, of course.

That was my and my Mom's morning. She made a reservation that would allow her to park there and visit, picked me up, and headed east. We zigzagged through morning traffic and patchy fog, watching as the weather cleared more and more (to the hazy weather Portland has at the moment, due to high ash from California getting into our air at altitude; it meant we didn't see Mt. Hood during this trip).

No surprise, Multnomah Falls and the lodge near it are pretty. It also is soothing. That helped. I sat on the steps leading up to the currently closed path to the bridge over the lower falls — many of the paths remain closed while the area regrows after the fires that got near the falls in 2017 — and watched, both the water and the people also visiting. They and I took pictures and appreciated the view, as well as the ambience.

This helped. Afterwards Mom and I got hot drinks, then returned to Portland, stopping for lunch at Space Monkey Coffee before we went our separate ways.

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Sally Salt Disgusted

Not 100% right now

I'd like to operate better.

I'd like the world to operate better, too.

Fewer things are operating at 100% now than there were a year ago, and that stays frustrating.

I'm not at 100% at the moment. That's also frustrating.

Anyway, that's how I'm feeling.
Blow My Mind

In Which I Try to Loosen Up

Pandemic. Pandemic. Pandemic pandemic pandemic pandemic pandemic. Pandemic, pandemic pandemic; pandemic...pandemic.

Pan. Dem. Ic.

It's on my mind, is the thing. As is, of course, what to do about it.

We've learned that airborne virus molecules in indoor public places are the biggest risk for COVID infection, but that the virus molecules are, to use the science term, "chonky": really big so that they'd be stopped by many masks that still allow you to breathe. And that, it looks like, surface contamination seems less likely.

But I've spent six months getting very used to washing and rewashing things and, for instance, semi-regularly disinfecting my phone, which was not my habit before all this and heck, isn't my regular habit now, but...that's, again, apparently less likely to get me sick. (Though all that washing didn't prevent a summer cold I had a couple of months ago, grr. At least it wasn't COVID.) For instance, I was putting much of my mail in a bag next to my bedroom door, and let it wait before I handled it, but mail is a low-risk vector, too. So I'm trying not to do that. I'd put library books and DVDs aside for two or three days before handling them. Now, not doing that. I was stowing my reusable shopping bags for days in a corner of my closet before using them again. Again, not.

And I'm nervous about not doing that.

By loosening up, am I correctly adjusting to a new-new normal, following a new normal? Am I taking acceptable risks? Am I taking unacceptable risks? Maybe I'll know two weeks from now. Or two weeks from, say, last Sunday, when I most recently drove.

I'm watching my health, I think and hope, very carefully. Watching for signs of picking up something ill-ish. Nipping any possible illness, I hope, in the bud. Masking when I go out of the house farther than to bring in the trash, compost and recycling bins. And trying to keep from getting bored.