Big reorg today at work. The executives who know me are now gone. So, I am more satisfied with my decision to leave. 

In late March I intend to inform the company about my departure. March is when our compensation budget closes and I don't want to allow compensation shenanigans by announcing early. 

I will leave by the end of June. That will give them a few months to find my replacement. 

Social weekend. FL is in town for the week for work and is staying at our place. 

A number of our friends have January birthdays. Saturday we got a large crowd together and went out to  a drag brunch. It was fun. 

My MIL joined us. She is slowing down a lot. A short walk that she could handle a year ago now exhausts her and she must sit down and rest. 

Sunday we went on a long walk around Green Lake with one of my husband's oldest friends. 

My husband and I had a good discussion on how to engage with those on the right. He doesn't agree with my more indirect approach, none the less our discussion was very deep.

My thoughts-- we all have a strong drive to help, to correct, to 'straighten out', those we disagree with. We hope to say "These are the facts... do you see how you are wrong? Now that we agree that you are wrong, you must change. " This approach never ends well. I never see someone change their opinion because of a debate. In fact, the opposite often happens. The people you debate dig in and loose trust for you. 

People regularly ignore the facts. They never ignore their feelings. The Republicans have mastered the art of leading with "Your feelings are right. I will fight for your feelings, even if the fight is irrational." Meanwhile Democrats are so fact based that their positions can't get past the layers of defensive emotion. "My taxes are enormous. Why should I support illegals who don't pay their fair share. Why do you support illegals?" Any rebuttal falls on deaf ears. 

My goal is to build warm and trustworthy relationships, not to correct, even though that is very very difficult.. I want to be a role model for my values. I want to let others see that I value the relationship enough to fight for them, even if the fight is a little irrational. 

I’m back in Seattle—rested and ready for work.

The news lately has been incredibly frustrating. I am literally invested in the future of this country, yet my options are limited. Of course, it would be pure ego to imagine that the fate of the nation hinges on my choices. At best, I can offer gentle influence.

So what can I do? I can vote. I can encourage others to vote as well. I can maintain warm relationships with people who are still on the fence—there are more of them than we often realize. Don't argue with them. Don't try to change their minds. Just listen. A good chunk of this faction feel that Democrats are others. Invite these people in.

I will donate to blue causes in swing races. My own elected officials are thoroughly blue. My contributions should go where they can have the greatest impact.

I also have friends who volunteer for various political efforts. I’ll reach out to see what they’re working on. Sometimes their actions are as much about venting as about achieving concrete results. After all, will an ICE protest in the middle of Seattle actually change anyone’s mind? But, you miss 100% of the shots that you don't take and sitting on my laurels won't help the situation.

This is all very rational. I've been reminded recently that irrational people can else get what I want.

It’s my last evening in the Valley. My father and I went out for dinner to mark the occasion.

For many years I haven’t spent much time alone with him. Before my mother passed, her care ment she was never far from dad. There is also family. Usually someone else is around when I visit, be-it my brothers or relatives.

It was just us for most evenings this week. This was not always easy as the two of us tend to be introverted.

Dad still drives the school bus. He is thinking of quitting as he is 82 and slowing down. His eyes aren’t what they used to be. But he enjoys driving the bus. Quitting would give him more time alone. He’s not looking forward to that. He needs a purpose. He helps others when he can.

He limits his TV time, especially news. He watches two different news shows for no more than an hour a day. 

He also watches Wheel Of Fortune, Family Feud and Jeopardy all at the same time. They are on different stations during the same hour. He flips between them during commercials or the quiet moments. It can be frustrating to watch along.

I like my dad. He is good people. He has chilled out alot since I was a kid. I hope to visit him for many years to come. 

Plus, I think I’ve convinced him to travel out west and visit us this summer. 

The Mystery of the Hardy Boy Mystery Novels

We have had a collection of Hardy Boys Mystery novels for as long as I can remember. They sit on a shelf in my childhood bedroom. I was thinking about rereading them, so I picked up one and paged through it. At the back I came across this  …

Now my brothers and I are trying to figure out where the books originated. It doesn’t seem to be our school library since, to the best of our knowledge, school checkout cards were stamped and type written. Dad doesn’t know. Mom brought the books home some fifty years ago and she has long since passed away. 

My dad’s home is deep in the woods, but that doesn't stop the occasional feral cat from finding its way there. Dad keeps several bird feeders well-stocked, and the abundance of birds inevitably attracts predators.

About two years ago, a small orange tabby appeared. While it spent most of its time hunting mice, it would occasionally turn its attention to the birds. The cat would sit motionless under a feeder for hours. Then, if a bird dared to venture too close, the tabby would launch itself through the air like an uncoiled spring. Dad enjoys watching this drama. The birds know the cat is there; they usually keep their distance. But sometimes– it is a stark reminder of the circle of life.

When the cat first arrived, it was extremely skittish. Dad could watch it through the window. It would bolt the moment he opened the door. He decided to try and tame it. Every day, he put out a bowl of food, first placing it near the bird feeder. Over a period of weeks, he moved the bowl progressively closer to the back door. Eventually, he could stand near the bowl as the cat ate, and finally, he could touch it. It began to trust him, though it would still flee from anyone else.

Dad continued feeding the cat through the fall and winter. It gets brutally cold here, with many nights dipping to zero degrees Fahrenheit, yet the cat survived. It grew fat and fluffy in the autumn and somehow endured the harsh winter nights.

Last summer, the cat vanished for a few weeks only to return with a litter of kittens. In the month that followed, the kittens disappeared one by one, until a single orange tabby remained. This kitten grew large over the summer, becoming fat and fluffy itself by the fall. The two cats would hang around Dad's home, hunting mice and the occasional bird.

Then, just before Christmas, the mother cat vanished again. We hoped for the best but feared the worst. Life in the wild can be unforgiving.

A few days ago, Dad opened the door to a rarely used shed, and there she was. She somehow became trapped in the shed. She had lost a great deal of weight and fur. She was mewing weakly. Yet somehow she had survived for days without food or water in the freezing cold.

Dad immediately gave her kibble and warm water. He built a makeshift den for her near a basement window—a place that was sheltered and warm.

In the following days she recovered. Dad continues to feed her a little extra meat and kibble. With each passing day she seems healthier and more content.

Roderick, blogging is not that hard. Join us! 

Saturday, my husband flew back to Seattle, while I traveled back to the Ottawa Valley. I’m spending another week with my father. This summer, I hope to get him to travel out west. Travel is emotional for him. I can only l speculate what is behind this.

About ten years ago, when mom was early in her dementia, she developed many phobias around travel. So they decided to stop. Mom passed away almost two years ago. Dad is still healthy and mobile, though increasing lonely. A little trip may do him good.

Happy New Years all! Toronto may be cold and snowy, but we have many friends here and are enjoying our time. 

 Lately, my posts have been a dump of facts. 

Tommy’s post has me thinking… https://bricks-on-the-red.blogspot.com/2025/12/thinking-of-future-and-good-thoughts-of.html?m=1

What is the end game of this blog? I don’t have many readers. It certainly earns no money. So why write?

I’ve always kept a journal, then 25 years ago blogs became a thing. I was deeply involved in the dot com bubble at that point and thought why not? I moved my journaling online and in a fit of madness made it public. Now we are here.

Why continue?

First, to write. It helps me collect and clarify my thoughts. It also helps me remember. These are all good reasons.

Also, I’ve found a few readers over the years, other bloggers really. Staying in touch with them is worth it.

It is disconcerting when a blogger stops writing. It’s like an old acquaintance has just vanished. I can’t blame them for not keeping on, but a good bye would be nice.

It’s been a busy week. We have started our holiday week of coffee, treats and visiting. 

Christmas eve we hosted a large dinner gathering. There were more extras than expected, including a crew from a treatment center.  We ended up with double the attendees than planned for. Still there was plenty of food.

Christmas we had dinner with my mother in law. Afterwards, we met up with C2 and gave him all the leftovers from Christmas eve. Not sure what he plans for them, though I have seen him feed his local homeless.

The 26th we flew out to the Ottawa Valley. There was a large snow storm after the first leg of the trip, so our travel plans to the valley were delayed by half a day.

We arrived by mid day on the 27th and went right to my uncle’s 95th birthday party. Relatives from all over drove up.  It was great to catch up with everyone. More pie and squares. 

My uncle is doing very well for 95. I hope to be like him.

Sunday was church. The church continues to get older and smaller. More coffee, more treats, more catching up. 

Last night, we brought dinner over to Allen and Evan's place. Evan is very sentimental right now. He cries easily. He gushes often. He thinks it's a combination of the pain killers and the emotional recovery after life saving surgery. 

Evan showed us his scar. It's massive. It starts where his ribcage meets his spin, goes along the ribcage to the sternum and then down from the sternum to his navel. 

There but for the grace of God go I.

I am baby sitting baby Huff tonight. I am reminded how much patience parents must have and how little I know of infants. Baby was crying at the top of her lungs for many minutes. I tried many things to help her to calm down. Nothing worked. Then I ignored her for 30 seconds to gather my thoughts. Baby conked out and has been sleeping peacefully since. 

Later Huff and I discussed. She can tell the difference between cries of hunger or exhaustion, but readily admitted that it is not easy for others. Entertaining baby can help with crying, unless she is tired, in which case play over stimulates her. Huff also reminded me that Baby takes emotional queues from those around her. If I look worried then Baby will copy that. To hammer her point home, Huff looked over at Baby with a bright and happy face. Baby instantly responded with her own smiles and laughter.

Evan is home from the hospital. All things considered, he is recovering well. 

Saturday evening was dinner with friends. These friends are dipping their toes into vacations that are clothing optional or party friendly. For example, they recently went on a cruise with a right light district. 

My husband and I had a good discussion afterwards. We have an unusual number of acquaintances that are  either in AA or on Only Fans We aren't interested in going down that path though it can be good dinner conversation to hear the adventures of others. 

 Tommy wrote...

Acts of Kindness are the building blocks that we, as a Caring Population, must have to survive this period that our Nation is going through. Thank You for posting !!!

The vet called my husband and reported that the dog has been returned to his rightful owner. We did not receive a thank you from its owner which miffed my husband and prompted a discussion which matched Tommy's comment. 

Continue to be kind to each other. Don't assume that minor ingratitudes mean anything-- never attribute to malice that which can be caused by stupidity. There are many reasons for a thank you to be missed-- they may be embarrassed or felt awkward from loosing their dog. They may have sent a child to pick up the dog who was not self aware enough to reach out. They may have had other urgent issues to deal with. None of this should be a reason to assume the worst and to be unkind in the future. 

That, and remember to say thank you.