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Bill's More Concerns
Published with permission of west-coasting buddy & most independent writer-- Bill Wickland

Hey -

Bill's new tubeI've been moving things around again, or, rather a new gift has altered my space again. Penny, who owns the apartments next door and is a friend, decided she didn't need her TV here 'cause she never watches it when she's over from Eugene, and they have two in their condo.

So she gave me a neat little color Panasonic, and I happen to have a cable outlet in my front room. So I got a 25-foot cable extension and am now set up so that I can play or work at the 'puter while I look out the front windows and listen to NPR, --or I can keep sports or politics on the little tube while I work.

For West Wing, I can go into my TV Room and watch it on the big one. That's where the futon is, so it is a guest room with tube. Now I can give a guest privacy in there and still sit out here and delight my eyes, ears and/or fingers. I never use my brain, as you know. Like now, the same old news and drug ads are in the background while I 'talk' to you.

I hate it when other people talk (or phone) during the news. I chuckle at all the drug ads in our drug-free society. I think money is involved. Since I was given the full posturepoetic by friends, I've made my small bedroom into an actual bedroom. But this is no huge apartment, so when anybody visits, they can have the big bedroom, big TV, and queen futon, and the 25-ft cable cord will allow me to actually take this sharp little tube into my small bedroom and have everything but the 'puter in there. I'd be fine. So visit at will.

Kind of bright and warm right now, but I can see major storm cells. Maybe I'm seeing the western edges of the biggies hammering the valley. No thunderclaps yet. We had a neat thunderstorm last year.

Today I thought I'd find my lost oar in the marina in Scholfield Creek. On the dock at the site where Isis had gone down in November's storm, (only one oar recovered). I was poised for salvage about an hour before low tide, my polarized sunglasses on my face and the pike pole at the ready. I actually saw a fish swim by under there. I'm told the polarized glasses help see farther into water. I sure saw the thunderheads neat. Now I remember why good cameras have various filters to use. But with half an hour to low tide, the clouds blotted out the sun and I lost my window. Right now the sky is perfect, but the tide is full.

Either Mother Nature or The Creek God is jerking me around, and I am loving it. I heard a vertebrae snap high up in my back when I was on my knees leaning over playing with the pike pole like a kid with a stick, so I took a nap when I got home, and now I think I am sitting up straighter.

- luvyerfriendbill

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