I used one of my free articles from the New York Times to access this information. It was totally worth it! Do you want to know how common your birthday is? I’ll give the answers to some birthdays of people I know:
October 26: 184 September 26: 27 February 10: 171 June 26: 112 October 22: 164 June 2: 121 October 13: 180 August 6: 46 July 22: 18
Every Fred Meyer I’ve ever visited has one of these indicators by the front doors. It’s always very exciting when we get to see some of the blue, as we don’t spend very many days per year below freezing in this part of Oregon.
The electric scooter companies have rolled out their product. And they are everywhere. They are all over downtown and I took this picture at 102nd Avenue. My friend told me she’s seen them as far as 168th street.
To ride the scooters, you download an app, and then pay $1.00 to unlock one, and fifteen cents per minute to ride. Electric scooters are supposed to be ridden on streets, not sidewalks and every rider is supposed to wear a helmet.
So far the riders I’ve seen have been good about staying off sidewalks (though while biking, I did encounter one riding the wrong way in the bike line) and very few of them wear helmets.
I’m curious how much a scooter costs the company to purchase. I’m guessing that they are cheap enough that they pay for themselves after a few rides. Or perhaps people are throwing gobs of money at this new venture. I look forward to seeing how these items integrate with our transportation system, though I don’t see myself using this option on a regular basis.
There’s been a classy graffiti artist leaving some delightful works on downtown sidewalks. They sign their work (see bottom left corner of sidewalk) but the signature has faded and I can’t read it. I’ll be on the lookout for more.
While the obits of people my grandmother’s age–born in 1912–have become few and far between, it has been years since I’ve seen a local obituary of someone born before 1910. And here is the grandson of the City of Tigard’s founder, Curtis Tigard, born in 1909.
Well done, Mr. Tigard. Also, I believe my friend Kelly supplied the cake for his 105th birthday party, through her job at New Seasons.
To let the Rudy! Rudy! Rudy! the Roomba do his job properly, I stack the coffee table on the sofa and put the cats’ tent on top of the coffee table. Sentinel chose this new location as his landing space to wait out the cleaning cycle. He doesn’t love the Roomba.
Great Aunt Mary has died. We went to a memorial gathering and I took a few pictures of some historic pictures.
Here are 13 of the 15 Whitmore children, on the occasion of their parents’ fiftieth anniversary. My grandmother, Helen, is in the second row, second from the right.
My mother was a champ and told me all the names and even included their birth order (in parenthesis) (11/12 are twins)
Back L-R: Raymond (11/12); James (2); Raymond (father); Beatrice (4) Middle: Dorothy (5); Robert (12/11); Helen (mother); Janet (13); Helen (1) Mary (7) Front: Elizabeth (6); Margaret (10); Thomas (14); Joanne (15); Luecreita (9) Missing: George (3); Harold (8)
There are currently two of the original fifteen still alive: Aunts Margaret and Janet are still hanging on.
Aunt Mary was the other one of the Whitmores–aside from my grandmother–to marry a Greek. Here’s Aunt Mary and her eventual husband Art Demetrikikus.
And here’s a picture of my Aunt Janet at the first big family picnic we had in 1988 or so. She was walking around in a bikini saying, “Don’t you wish you looked like this at 60?” Reactions to this photograph varied based on people’s view of Aunt Janet and exhibitionism in general. I think it’s a great example of how much of one’s weight is genetic, as one of Janet’s sisters is the woman in the striped muumuu. The Whitmore children had a skinny dad and a plump mom and they took after one or or the other.
The addition of our too-large flat screen TV at the Orange Door has changed the way I listen to NPR. Now I listen via the TV, as station 10.4 plays OPB radio.
To my surprise, while the radio is playing I’m treated to a slideshow of Oregon landscapes. These landscapes change with the seasons so in winter, I’m treated to snowy vistas and in spring meadows of wildflowers. It’s a fun bonus, and makes up for the fact that the feed shorts out every time a Max train or large truck goes by the house.