"I live on a one-way street that's also a dead end. I'm not sure how I got there." - Stephen Wright

Today I followed the guidance I got last week and successfully fired up the chainsaw. I used it to cut down and cut up the small, sick fruit tree in the fenced garden area. It only took about 15 minutes but felt like a step, albeit a small one, to providing my own firewood.

I also worked on the fencing for the chicken coop. The gate I made came out 3/4" too wide, so tomorrow I'll disassemble it to fix that. I got the hardware cloth on one side - two horizontal rows - and that involved the trickiest section, so the rest should go faster.

Yesterday afternoon I got a floor made for the storage bay, so this morning I moved the big compressor and the generator in there. I'll make some shelving to hold my power tools, which should empty out the coop and most of Barnette.

Making progress.

I've been watching the results from Iowa and find them interesting. They said a high turnout would mean a Trump win, but at least at this point that doesn't seem to be happening.
I wonder if some people were motivated to turn out because they opposed Trump and wanted to cast a vote for someone, anyone else.

I'm going to a dr. tomorrow morning. I'm fine, but three of my prescriptions are running out, and I need to get set up with specialists here, so I'm starting with a GP who can then make those referrals.
The interesting part: it's a woman dr. who attends Emmaus with her husband and two young daughters. They're nice, also new to Eugene, and we babysat for them a few weeks ago.
I don't know if she realizes I'm on her patient list for tomorrow so I'm curious to see the look on her face when she opens the door.

And that leads me to tell a story.
Years ago, when our insurance required that Pam and I both have the same GP, she decided it was her turn to pick who that dr. was.
She picked a woman  physician and we both made our initial appointment. When mine arrived I went to the office, had the standard weigh-in, and was taken back to the exam room where I sat and waited for her to come.
Soon enough I could hear her taking my file out of the rack on the door. She opened the door, looked in at me, looked at the folder, and backed out, closing the door.
Opened the door, looked at me, looked at the folder, and backed out closing the door.
The third time she came in, a mixture of confused and apologetic.
"Are you S. Craig MacDonald?"
Yep.
Pause.
"I don't see many male patients. I do see a lot of nuns. So when I saw the 'S.' I just assumed it was the abbreviation for Sister. I didn't even notice your first name. I'm sorry."

For the rest of the exam she sure seemed...nervous.

Pam agreed we could get a new GP.