What’s so hard about wearing a mask?
I wear one while exercising at the gym.
I wear one dining in a restaurant until my food is served.
I wear one in my drawing class.
Wherever I go, I am happy to do my part.
I don’t like wearing a mask but I accept wearing it for the greater good.
I wish everyone else felt the same.
You don’t have to be a physicist to identify a black hole.
Nor do you have to be a scientist to deal with one.
All that is needed is determination and resolve.
I think. I hope.
My thanks to the kind person who wrote this note.
This is the rest of the story for those who read my “Pretty Cool” post.
The Google Assistant worked perfectly.
It made my restaurant reservation for the correct time, date and number of people. I could not have done it better myself.
The young person who showed me to my table was amused that I was nervous about a computer-generated transaction.
Oh well.
And no, Google did not pay. Darn it!
I am blown away by the fact that I made dinner reservations tonight with my Google Assistant.
I told Google the name of the restaurant, how many people, the date and time.
Google did the rest. I received updates every fifteen minutes informing me that they had not been able to reach the restaurant but would keep trying.
Finally, within an hour, I received an email from Google confirming my reservation.
I was impressed.
Tomorrow night will be the test.
Hopefully everything will go well.
If so, I will feel comfortable using the Google Assistant for other appointments. No more waiting on hold!
Brave new world!
I used to love blogging. It was creative. It was a way to communicate with people.
It was fun and satisfying.
At present, I am struggling to learn how to use the new WordPress site.
I took a class yesterday which was full of great information and how-to’s. However, the pace of the class was too fast.
I need to spend time studying and experimenting with the new features.
Having to work so hard to blog is frustrating and counter to why I blog.
I know, that with time and effort, it will get easier.
For now, it feels like a chore.
“For happily the Government of the United States, which gives to bigotry no sanction, to persecution no assistance requires only that they who live under its protection should demean themselves as good citizens, in giving it on all occasions their effectual support.” ~George Washington, August 17,1790
I came across this while visting the Oregon Jewish Museum & Center for Holocaust Education a few years ago.
It is Washington’s response to an address from the Hebrew Congregation of Newport, Rhode Island upon his visit to the city in 1790.
George Washington served as president of the United States from 1789-1797.
I was delighted to see this sign as I walked around my neighborhood.
It is easy for me to love my neighbors.
Most of them look like me.
Most of them live in houses with well-kept yards.
Most share my values.
It is easy to love them.
They are my tribe.
The challenge is to love those who don’t fit the mold.
It is hard, especially at this point in our American life.
We have a new President who hopefully will guide us out of this ugly morass.
He will need the support of all Americans.
We can start by loving our neighbor.
I have asthma. Breathing can be a problem for me.
I don’t like wearing a mask. I miss hugging my friends and family.
Yet, I don’t want to get COVID 19 nor do I want to transmit COVID 19.
The decision is simple.
I am an adult. I wear a mask. I stay 6 feet away from others.
What’s so hard about that?
Today was a new adventure for me in food shopping.
On the red tray is my haul from Coquine , a delightful French-inspired restaurant in SE Portland.
As Coquine is open for take out only. Customers can buy prepared entrees, baked goods and other delicious items from Coquine.
Also, Coquine allows their farmers and other food purveyors to sell direct through their restaurant. The menu is quite extensive with produce, meat, seafood, coffee, tea, eggs and dairy.
It was hard to just order a few things but since I crave vegetables, I opted for a fresh produce bag.
Since I can’t always find locally roasted coffee, I added a pound of Coava Coffee beans to my order. Coava describes their coffee as “northwest coffee roaster notoriously fueled by good folks and Led Zeppelin”. I like their coffee and was happy to find it on the Coquine take out menu. Continue reading “Bounty from Coquine Restaurant in Portland”
