All the parties are over, Priceline sent me an email reminding me it’s time to pack my bags. Lol That’s ironic as they’ve been packed for over a week now. I can see in my closet I’m down to just two changes of clothing, the last is being saved as it’s my new shirt from Liz, given to me as a thank you for my photography lessons.

As they say in the military: I have one more wakeup and a jolly jumpup to go. I’ve said my farewells, shook hands with good male friends and hugged everybody. I’ll miss them all. My hosts in Uxbridge are anxiously awaiting my arrival. I apologize for all the packages they’ve been piling up in my apartment/home. It was cheaper getting it all delivered for free than finding room for it in my tiny car. πŸ™‚

So now we wait for the next 48 hours to pass at which time I’ll be sitting here waiting for Pat to fetch me along with my backpack, checked baggage and messager bag full of snacks for the short 5 hour flight across our country. Goodbye Oregon, Hello Uxbridge.

Looks Like Taco Salad Shells

I’m not actually posting this today but I did schedule it for posting as my car with my iMac inside, is on its way to Uxbridge, MA. I didn’t want my followers to think I died or something so I set up a few postings before packing my computer up for shipment.

Some of the glass sculptures at the Chihuly Glass Works reminded me of giant taco bowls. They were beautiful, flowing works of art that defy description. It would be interesting watching a video of them being made.

Taco Salad Shells

Balloon Man

You see all sorts of street vendors wandering the parks in Seattle, WA. This vendor took a timeout for a snack as he worked the crowds of tourists visiting that day.

Balloon Man

The Day After The Car Left Me

It’s less than 24 hours since I watched my car being loaded aboard a truck headed to a bigger truck transporting it across our country. It’s heading for Uxbridge, MA and my new life in New England. All my worldly possessions are on board. My camera gear and a few things are going on the plane with me October 2nd.

It’ a strange feeling starting my life completely over again. Actually I’ve done this before. It was a bit more than 9 years ago that I was headed from Graniteville, SC to Hillsboro, OR to begin what was to be my final job with Intel Corporation. That good job set me up for retirement at 61 and the lifestyle I now enjoy. I’m free. Free of stress, free from the 9 to 5 mentality, a ratrace where we can’t escape the maze of life. I’m truly free to go where I want, do anything I’ve dreamed of my whole life, start over anew.

The Car’s In The Mail

OK so actually the car’s on the truck but it sounded better as a title to say it’s in the mail, like the proverbial check. This is the final step before the one week stretch drive before getting on the plane, the plane, the plane! The car dispatcher is going to try and hook us up on the other end so that I have my car and stuff ASAP. On with life!

Run For Your Lives

The collection below was take within 1 minute of each other. The family seen running somehow sensed that the fountain was about to erupt. They took off on a dead run before that happened.

Run For Your Lives

It’s Time To Load Herbie Up

Herbie 2Thursday’s the day I load all my stuff in my Smart Car for it’s transport to Uxbridge. Everything’s packed and ready to carry out to the car, open the hatchback door and lower the tailgate. I’m going to do the deed this afternoon after doing some final running around with the car empty. Then it’s just a matter of waiting until Friday for the truck and it’s driver to arrive and load it all aboard for its 3100 mile trip. It should arrive safely without a single mile extra on its odometer. I’m going to take a photo of its dashboard and the mileage on the car along with walk around photos of the car in pristine condition just for proof. I’ll use my little camera rig that’s going around me neck on the flight there. I won’t have a computer to process the photos until the car arrives in Uxbridge but I’ll have the files.

I may need to buy a few food items to eat in the next week while I still have an empty car this morning, stuff I can fry or microwave will be ideal. I still have one more luncheon Saturday afternoon with Paul & Dave. I will not waste away and die of starvation. πŸ™‚

The car is packed but I couldn’t get everything in it. I thought I had room for my checked bag on the plane but I don’t. I guess it’s back to plan ”A” which has me paying $25 for one checked bag.

Shells & Spires

As you enter the indoor exhibit at the Chihuly Glass Works in Seattle, WA this is what you see at the entrance to a long dark room. It looks sort of like an elaborate dinner table at the bottom of some deep sea kingdom. The spires rising up from the bottom that is covered in giant yellow clam shells is spectacular. What creative genius!

Yellow Shells Red Spires

Boring Jobs

What’s the most boring job you’ve ever had? I filled in once for a steel cutter who sat at this machine with a hand lever and a foot pedal. The hand lever pulled a band of steel off a reel a predetermined length. The foot pedal cut the piece. Repeat 10,000 times a day.

Now for the next order you must push the lever twice and press the foot pedal once to cut that length. Imagine the rhythm of that routine times 10,000. “Cachunka, chunka, Thud!, Cachunka. chunka, Thud!, Cachunka, chunka, Thud!” After 8 hours a day of this imagine your gate as you leave to go home. Cachunka, chunka Thud! LOL

Popcorn Cart


What do you do to make a living or during the day if you are retired.Β  If you are a student what are you studying?

I’m retired. I eat, sleep, play in the internet, photograph stuff and process the photos. I hang with my senior friends 3 times a week and my best friend, Warren, once a week. That will all change in Uxbridge, MA in 10 days.

Have you ever participated in a distance walking, swimming, running, or biking event? Tell your story.

I wore a pedometer at Intel to register 16,000 steps a day on my 12 hour shift.

What is usually your first thought when you wake up?Β 

I gotta pee! LOL

Complete this sentence: Look out behind you, it’s a …