SORTING in Postcards 4

*Portland Union Station *

Work has been sorted, and I’m home to sort my own things now. I’ve gained roundness. G says we are Mr. and Mrs. Roundies or the Gordo’s. A very real truth.

Daughter Laka says Levis are the preferred wear up there. Here too. Let’s just hope I can get into two pair…one black. She says we don’t need to bring an umbrella, but we have small travel brollies that will do. Aren’t I silly.

I was even sillier about getting everything bookmarked on the new laptop. We’ve only used it once. You could have heard my annoying cries in Portland, “I can’t get in, I can’t get in…”

But G got us both in. Oh, the magic of networking between Windows 7 and 10.
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• Himself: Little to do at work today. Afterword’s: meeting, Poolie at Mercy Hospital, home to watch TV.


• Herself: It poured while I was at work. One lady brought her whole work wardrobe in….and the collars were all dirty. Computing is sorted. On to clothing next.


• Reading: The land girls were a bit endless. I’m taking “Lost and Found” on the train.


• Captain Poolie: Smaller breathing machine.


• Gratitude’s: That we are doing pretty good in our 60’s to 70’s.