SORTING

Portland Union station

Work has been sorted, and I’m home to sort my own things now.  I’ve gained roundness.  G says we are Mr. and Mrs. Roundies or the Gordo’s.  A very real truth.

Daughter Laka says Levis are the preferred wear up there.  Here too.  Let’s just hope I can get into two pair…one black.  She says we don’t need to bring an umbrella, but we have small travel brollies that will do.  Aren’t I silly.

I was even sillier about getting everything bookmarked on the new laptop.  We’ve only used it once.  You could have heard my annoying cries in Portland, “I can’t get in, I can’t get in…”

But G got us both in.  Oh, the magic of networking between Windows 7 and 10. 

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• Himself:  Little to do at work today.  Afterword’s: meeting, Poolie at Mercy Hospital, home to watch TV.

Herself:  It poured while I was at work.  One lady brought her whole work wardrobe in….and the collars were all dirty.  Computing is sorted.  On to clothing next.

Reading:  The land girls were a bit endless.  I’m taking “Lost and Found” on the train.

Captain Poolie:  Smaller breathing machine.

Gratitude’s:  That we are doing pretty good in our 60’s to 70’s.