"A moose is an animal with horns on the front of its head and a hunting lodge wall on the back of it." - Groucho Marx

I didn't post from Seattle because it just didn't work with the crazy schedule we kept, but the trip went very well. Dad's b'day dinner at Anthony's was mmmmm, as was Mimi's homemade chocolate cake for dessert. Spiro's pizza the next day was yummy, too. Time with family is always good, and as an added bonus we went to The Donor's Closet in Edmunds and got my mom a power chair that will allow her to get to the dining room and back. (Look out world, that little lady is on a tear!)

Pam insisted we stop on the way back and pick up her dog at the boarder's, and we went from there to Aurora Mills in Aurora, OR to buy three reclaimed barn wood two-by-fours to make a ladder to get up to Fred's loft.

I don't know why, but I've never had that much trouble staying awake on the drive home. We didn't have any bad traffic, which helped. By the time we got back to Baker Rd. I was pretty much asleep on my feet.

This morning I watched a deer eating by the creek 40 yards away from me. She saw me moving about and didn't seem the least bit disturbed. Beautiful.
Late this afternoon I went for a run, the first since I messed up my back and then my knee. My lower back muscles were tightening up near the end and I could sure tell I'd had a layoff, but I finally got some good exercise.

Justice Ginsburg said what we all think about Donald Trump (it wasn't complimentary) and then repented, saying she would be more circumspect in the future. Donald is still trying to figure out why a Jewish judge is just now going to get circumspected.

This morning I drove 8 miles up to Lamb Rd. to meet Leroy, the mechanic I talked to about fixing the truck's transmission. Interesting, friendly, and nice guy who looks like the stereotypical Harley rider. And he is; Leroy and his wife are leaving Saturday morning for a 2-week cross country bike trip, each on their own Harley. Gray hair in a pony tail, long gray beard, and an easy smile.
When he gets back I'll have the truck towed over there. He'll pull the tranny and see if it needs all new guts, or whether some of the innards are still useable. If the thing is trashed I'll purchase the T-5 I located at a junkyard in Springfield, which Leroy would install for me, the cheaper option in that worst-case scenario. I'm not happy about this situation, but we'll get it resolved one way or another.

Pam made a pan of frosted brownies for me last night.
She's a keeper.