Three Beautiful Things 05-13-2026: Ed Had an Appointment, Winning Wednesday, No Damage (As Far As I Know)

 1. Ed had an appointment for a consultation at Northwest Specialty Hospital early this afternoon. I picked him up way early because high winds and possibly pounding rain were in the weather forecast and I'm a guy who likes to play it safe and leave plenty of times for things to go haywire and then recover. 

Nothing went haywire. 

We arrived at Dr. Sarkis's office plenty early. Ed had several pages to fill out, so our being extra early allowed him to take his time getting through them. 

Ed had a good talk with the PA and will be coming back to the hospital the last week of May for a colonoscopy. 

2. I thought a good way to relax after this consultation would be to rocket down to the CdA Casino and enjoy a meal and the fun we always have on Winning Wednesday. 

Ed and I both fully enjoyed a bowl of beef stew with a garden salad and our plan to relax was working. 

No, neither of us had much luck on the gaming floor, but the machines entertained us and we both had fun. 

3. Good news! Yes, some strong winds kicked up. It was blustery at times. Overall, though, it wasn't that bad. I had no problems driving and we both were relieved that apparently the winds didn't cause any damage or power outings. I might find out later there was damage I don't know about, but it didn't happen in our neighborhood in Kellogg nor Ed's in Kingston. 

Three Beautiful Things 05-12-2026: Body and Mind and Soul, Quietness, Improvised Bacon and Tomato Sandwiches

 1. When I check in at the transplant clinic, for the last year or so it's been a really good guy named Brandon who takes my temperature, weighs me, takes my blood pressure, checks my blood oxygen, asks me a series of questions about medicines and if I've been having any problems. 

We yakked a bit and I told him about going to the symphony and how I've been slowly reading Lonesome Dove and he told me how much he enjoys listening to cello music. 

Nurse Jenn had the day off Monday, so Brandon also checked me out and was very impressed that my exit papers were so brief -- as I wrote yesterday, no medicine changes and only a few appointments over the next year. 

"Wow!" he said, "That's great."

I responded, "It's all that Bach and Beethoven."

He answered, "Yeah. Good for the soul."

He nailed it. 

I will always be convinced that my daily efforts to be good to my soul by writing daily about three beautiful things that day, listening to great music (jazz, classical, jam bands, alt country, classic rock, yacht rock, 90s alternative rock, and more), watching movies I love, learning more about the natural world, reading substantial books, having Copper and Gibbs as companions, being invigorated at book club, spending time in communication with great friends, whether online or in person, enjoying outings with Debbie, and having scheduled time with my sisters to dine together (with our families) and go on Spokane outings to enjoy food, art, sites, museums and other positive Spokane offerings have all combined to boost my health and to nourish the connections within me between body, mind, and spirit. 

2. After such a full and wonderful day yesterday, I drew in today and spent much of the day focused on quietness. I wrote a couple of emails to the Class of '72 and began to reach out to three people about a few things that will help me when I am the host/MC of June 13th's Celebration of Life for Bruce Larsen. 

3. Debbie's been jonesing for a BLT lately and tonight she fried up some bacon and sliced tomatoes and red onion and both of us built ourselves a sandwich. We both passed on the lettuce -- BT sandwiches, I guess -- but I souped mine up a bit by spreading olive tapenade on one slice of bread and topping it with crumbled feta cheese. I also passed on the freshly sliced red onion and, instead, put pickled red onion on top of my tomato slices. 

Great simple meal.

Maybe even good for my soul. 

 

Three Beautiful Things 05-11-2026: A Very Happy Two Year Transplant Anniversary, Quick Camry Battery Service, Ooops! Back to Sacred Heart and Ice Cream

1. Two years ago this evening, a nineteen year old man's kidney was transplanted into my urinary system.

Not long after midnight, the surgeon and his team released me to the ICU and right from the get go, all signs looked good that my body had accepted the new organ and that the kidney was waking up nicely and beginning to function.

I drove to Spokane this morning for a two-year anniversary appointment with Dr. Monita Poudyal, the same transplant nephrologist who spent a generous amount of time with me in the hours before the surgery talking me through what I would experience in surgery and what I could expect in the following days, weeks, and months. 

Today, Dr. Poudyal beamed. 

She told me my new kidney was "functioning beautifully". 

We went over everything -- my recent labs, how I was taking care of myself, whether I was having any problems (I'm not), my exercise habits, my weight gain, my medications, everything. 

Her final verdict: no changes. 

Medications and dosages remain unchanged. 

She expects this kidney to function well for many years. 

On June 4th, Dr. Bieber, who is my primary nephrologist at Kootenai Health, and I will decide how often I'll have labs drawn and how often I'll see him. My guess, if memory serves me correctly, is that I'll have labs drawn every three months and see Dr. Bieber every six months. 

My next appointment at the transplant clinic is in a year. If my kidney's function and my health continue to be good, the transplant team will cut me loose and I'll be under the sole care of Dr. Bieber. 

When the results of the labs I had drawn last Monday began to parachute into my patient portal, I thought they looked awesome. Prostate normal. Cholesterol in great shape. No diabetes. My GFR looked strong. My creatinine levels looked acceptable. I saw no problems and my visit with Dr. Poudyal confirmed that I read those results correctly. 

Ah.

What a relief that this surgery was a success and that I'm doing so well as I move forward from it. 

2. Today started really great before I went to Spokane. 

I called Silver Valley Tire Center around 7:20 to report the Camry's dead battery.

Within five minutes, one of their guys came to the house and removed the dead battery. 

Ten or fifteen minutes later he returned with a new battery. He installed it. It worked(!), and I knew well ahead of my appointment in Spokane that the Camry was ready to roll. 

Great service. Great guys to work with. Much gratitude. 

3. I knew coming into today's appointment that after Dr. Poudyal and I were finished that I would be going over to the Sacred Heart lab for specialty labs to be drawn. These labs assess whether I'm at risk for organ rejection. 

Wouldn't you know it. I left Dr. Poudyal's office on cloud 9 and I was hungry and I forgot all about having those labs drawn. 

I glided up North Monroe to Zozo's Sandwich House and ordered a Hungry Hungry Hip-Pea sandwich, a combination of a mashed chickpea mixture, avocado, tomato, pickled red onion, spinach, and vegan mayonnaise along with a cup of chicken enchilada soup. 

I was about three bites into my sandwich when I suddenly remembered that I didn't have the specialty labs drawn. 

I finished my lunch and eased back up to Sacred Heart and the blood draw went quickly, smoothly, economically (!). I was back to the parking garage within and half an hour so didn't have to pay to park! 

I ended my trip to the metropolitan Spokane area at Belle and Pete's ice cream parlor and celebrated having a new battery and the great news at the clinic on my two year transplant anniversary with a scoop of Extreme Oreo ice cream in a bowl. 

Three Beautiful Things 05-10-2026: Dead Battery and Christy's Generosity, In my Soul and Not My Head, Our Return to Kellogg Breaks Our Silence

 1. I guess you can say I don't read Toyotas very well. I sensed that the Camry's battery might be weakening, but this afternoon as Debbie and piled into the car to take off for this afternoon's Spokane Symphony concert, I wasn't expecting the battery to be dead. 

But it was. 

If we were going to attend the symphony, we didn't have time to do anything about the battery, so I sent out a calm, panicked text to both Christy and Carol wondering if one of them could let us use her car. 

Christy could! 

I learned a lot about the Camry today and I left the car in our driveway and Debbie and I rocketed off to Spokane, hoping we might still hear some of James Lowe's pre-concert talk. 

2. We missed the first five minutes of the talk, but enjoyed the rest of it. 

Now it was time for the concert featuring pieces by three composers, each of whom left the country of his birth and came to the USA: Sydney Guillame, a contemporary and living composer, left Haiti; Sergei Rachmaninoff left Russia; Bela Bartok left Hungary. 

In a discussion online about classical music, Stu referred to me as cerebral. That's true, to a point, but I do not engage classical music concerts cerebrally. So, on the cerebral or intellectual level, much of this concert mystified me. But I put that aside and let the music nourish my soul, not with comfort, not with inspiration, but with intensity and grief, with longing and confusion, with fire and calm. 

Afterward, Debbie and I couldn't talk about the concert. We didn't have words for what we'd experienced, a depth that left us not only inarticulate, but mute. 

3. By the time we got to Kellogg and drove Christy's car in her driveway and saw that Carol and Paul were at Christy's house, not having returned to their house after the three of them had dinner together, we both started to be able to say a few things about the concert. 

Evren Ozel, the twenty-seven-year-old piano soloist for Rachmaninoff's Rhapsody on a Theme by Paganini was incomprehensibly talented and charismatic. 

Bartok's Concerto for Orchestra left us saying, in a positive way, "What was that?" OMG!

We could talk, too, about the mixture of musical styles and the rhythms of Haitian street music in Sydney Guillame's superb composition, commissioned by the Spokane Symphony, Between Homelands. 

Three Beautiful Things 05-09-2026: Loafing, Debbie's Invigorating Time Uptown, I Fix Myself a Delicious Soup

 1. I'd had a busy week leading up to today -- labs and three separate trips to Spokane for book club, symphony lecture, and our sibling outing. Debbie and I will return to Spokane on Mother's Day for a symphony concert. 

So I pretty much rested today and beyond doing puzzles and writing in my blog, I didn't do much. 

2. I made a brief shopping trip to Yoke's and dropped off Debbie at Radio Brewing, a place she likes to go to read. For Debbie, it was the start of a terrific afternoon and evening. She ran into friends at Radio. She dropped into Zany's just to find out how the uptown pizza business was going. She strolled on down McKinley to The Lounge and had great conversation with Bob and Tracy and then a miracle happened. 

A French speaking man from Mali, how living in Spokane, was at The Lounge and Debbie approached him, asked if he spoke French, and for at least a half an hour the two of them yakked in French, a rare and most uplifting experience for Debbie. 

When I went uptown to give Debbie a ride home, believe me when I say she was invigorated! 

3. I interrupted my loafing briefly by making a soup I thoroughly enjoyed this evening.

I combined frozen shrimp, potstickers, chicken bouillon, green onion, celery, and mushrooms in a pot and seasoned it with soy sauce and a chili paste. The chili paste gave the soup a bite, the shrimp sweetened the broth, and the mushrooms made it all kind of meaty. I love potstickers in soup -- it's kind of like having dumplings -- and this simple meal gave me a lot of pleasure. 

Three Beautiful Things 05-08-2026: Enthusiasm and Invigoration, Sibling Outing to a Market/Fair, Leaving Texas

1. When we messaged back and forth this morning, I told Stu that when I arrived home from the symphony lecture I attended on Thurday, I was so pumped and was talking so fast (and loud?) that it was as if I'd just drunk five pots of coffee. 

Stu responded that he was glad that I could be so enthusiastic about what I'd experienced. 

Later I realized that the adrenaline rush and joy and sense of being fully alive I've been feeling since I was about eighteen years old about lectures, certain books I've read, superb conversation, classical and many other genres of music, and other sources of vitality in my life is, yes, to a degree, enthusiasm, but, even more, it's invigoration. 

I mean, I can be enthusiastic about going down to the CdA Casino on Winning Wednesday, but I don't feel more alive when I spin reels. My sense of being alive is not heightened nor do I see the world more clearly and fully than I did before. 

But when I listened to James Lowe's lecture on Thursday, when I listened to speakers and other presenters at Forum at Whitworth College decades ago, when I hear a transporting version of the Grateful Dead playing "Uncle John's Band" or Richard Thompson performing "Beeswing" or "Galway to Graceland", when I watch a stirring movie like Henry V (1989) or Stop Making Sense, when I hear a great sermon or when an Episcopal liturgy moves me to tears, when book club discussions turn toward addressing big questions, when I'm in the presence of paintings and other art that moves me, or when I read a great novel like Middlemarch, my inner vigor grows stronger, my awareness of being a thinking, feeling, seeing, hearing, curious human being is electrified and that's what I think of as not only enthusiasm, but invigoration. 

Over the approximately thirty-five years I worked as an instructor, discussing big questions with Whitworth, University of Oregon, and especially Lane Community College students invigorated me, sometimes beyond my ability to control my electrified behavior! 

I'm grateful for all the sources of invigoration in my life. I write about them often in this blog. 

I'm not what's known of as an adrenaline junkie. 

I'm simply open to having music, lectures, books, poems, conversations, movies, beauty, and other similar things I seek out and enjoy invigorate me. 

Growing old has not diminished this a bit. 

It might be stronger now than ever.  

2. I was in charge of organizing our sibling outing for the month of May.

I wanted to see if I could find something for us to do that was unlike anything we'd done on these outings before. 

If I remember correctly, I did an online search of events in Spokane during the month of May and I discovered the Spokane Night Market and Street Fair. 

I guess depending on your sense of Spokane geography, this market/fair's location is at any one or all of these landmarks! 

• The Spokane U-District
• The Gateway Bridge
• At Sprague and Sherman
• At 508 E. Riverside Ave

Once in this general area, it's easy to find.The market/fair's tents, booths, and attendees are conspicuous! 

This event happens on the second Friday of each month starting in May, ending in October. 

It's put on by The Wavy Bunch. You can learn more about this organization by clicking on the link I posted above. 

When Christy and Carol visited Eugene when I lived there, they enjoyed going to Eugene's weekly Saturday Market and Farmer's Market. 

I thought this Spokane market/fair was definitely in the same spirit as the Eugene markets and that they would enjoy looking at what vendors sold, the food being offered, the organizations who had booths, and listening to live music. 

I was right! 

I spent much of our time at the market/fair standing in front of the music stage listening to B Radicals, a self-described existential experimental rock funk jam band and they invigorated me! 

In fact, they made me tear up because their style of jam music transported me back to my frequent evening and late night visits to Eugene's WOW Hall from about 1989-1995 to listen to and dance to the really invigorating jamming of bands like Zero, Nine Days Wonder, Big Head Todd and the Monsters, Little Women, and others. 

B Radicals took me back to the Grateful Dead shows I went to in Oakland and Eugene. 

It's rare for me to hear live jam bands since I left Eugene. I didn't hear any such bands in the DC area when we lived there and I haven't  heard any in Kellogg. 

But this evening I did and I especially enjoyed one memorable moment. 

The B Radicals had been playing all original tunes since the beginning of their first set, but as they closed that set, the lead singer said, "We're going to do a cover now. See if you can guess whose song this is."

They started to doodle a bit and I thought they were about to launch into the Grateful Dead's "Shakedown Street", but, no, they launched into Stevie Wonder's "Boogie On Reggae Woman", replete with a joyous funky psychedelic break out jam and then they segued seamlessly out of Stevie Wonder into another original tune. 

And then, to my utter disbelief and joy, whoever ran the sound system to play recorded music during the band's break played -- I'm not kidding -- the Grateful Dead's "Shakedown Street". I wouldn't say I felt exactly like Moses standing before the burning bush, but it was close! 

I had a small order of Suya, that is, Nigerian barbeque, for dinner. Carol enjoyed an Ethiopian combination plate and Christy entered new culinary territory and ordered a Shawarma wrap.

Christy purchased an opal necklace and Carol purchased a garment to wear in this fall's production of Blithe Spirit. 

We left the market/fair happy -- were all of invigorated? Maybe. I know I was. We headed back to Pete and Belle's on North Argonne Road for delicious scoops of ice cream before gliding back to Kellogg.  

3. It's taken a while to pull everything together, but the cowboys in Lonesome Dove have now rounded up their cattle and are heading out of Texas and beginning their long trek to Montana. Jake and Lorena, at least for now, are not part of the official roundup party, but riding close and camping close to Call, Gus, Deet, and rest of the boys heading north. 

Three Beautiful Things 05-07-2026: Symphony Lecture in Spokane, Great Food and Memories at Great Harvest, A Vegetable Sandwich

 1. I left the house shortly before 10:30 this morning, eager to arrive in Spokane and take a seat in the Museum of Arts and Culture's auditorium to hear Spokane Symphony Music Director and Conductor, James Lowe, give a stellar lecture on the concert the orchestra will give this Saturday and Sunday. 

Debbie and I will go on Sunday. 

For this program, James Lowe commissioned a composition from Sydney Guillame, a Haitian-American composer he has worked with in the past a few times. He began his lecture by interviewing Guillame about the piece he wrote to fulfill this commission and we learned about Guillame's experiences being between homes, between Haiti and the United States, while living in New York, Los Angeles, or Portland and how those feelings and his connection to Haitian culture helped shape the piece we'll hear this weekend. 

James Lowe organized this weekend's program around three composers, Sydney Guillame, Sergei Rachmaninoff, and Bela Bartok, all who came to the United States from other countries (Haiti, Russia, and Hungary) and in their works we can hear evidence of their love for their home countries and the influences of living in the USA. 

2. In the months immediately following transplant surgery, after my many visits to the transplant clinic for labs and visits with the transplant team, I happily got into the habit of going to Great Harvest for a muffin, a cookie, or another baked good and a cup of coffee. If I arrived at Great Harvest at lunch time, I ordered one of their superb sandwiches. 

I decided after the lecture that it would feel good to return to Great Harvest. 

So I did. 

I bought two loaves of bread for home.

I ordered a blue cheese beef sandwich on Dakota bread with a cup of chicken rice soup and a fantastic oatmeal cookie for lunch. 

Every time I came to Great Harvest in 2024 and 2025 it was after a positive visit to the transplant clinic. I associate their physical space and their food with celebrating another positive visit, with feeling great that life after the transplant was proceeding well. 

Those feelings returned today, not only because my lab results this week have looked good, but because I was invigorated and stimulated by James Lowe's lecture and by knowing that I'd be back in Spokane Friday for an outing with Christy and Carol and would return on Sunday to hear the symphony concert. 

(I'll also be back on Monday for a visit to the transplant clinic.)

3. It's been a superb time recently for sandwiches! Steak sandwich at the Snake Pit. A half a beef sandwich at the casino deli at Wildhorse. We had grilled cheese sandwiches Sunday with tomato soup. I had a very tasty chicken sandwich before Tuesday evening's book club. We ate at Kindred on North Monroe. Today I loved my soup and sandwich at Great Harvest. 

I am especially fond of vegetable sandwiches and so tonight I took out two slices of the 5 Fiber Wheat Bread I bought at Great Harvest and made myself just the sandwich I wanted: cucumber, mushroom, zucchini, red onion, and red pepper between the slices of bread, with one slice covered with Olive Tapenade. 

All that was missing was a cup of soup! 

Three Beautiful Things 05-06-2026: Book Club at Home, Off to Montana Soon, More Lab Results and More Encouraging News

 1. Today, I was wishing that our book club were meeting again today so that we could further discuss The Botany of Desire. Connections within the book and to other things I've read over the years came back to me today. That we wouldn't be meeting again today, though, was no problem. Debbie and I had a spontaneous discussion of the book and continued our ongoing discussion of the act of reading itself and how we go about reading a book or anything else. 

2. As I might have written before, a months long gap of time passed between when I started reading Lonesome Dove, got as far as Part II, and then got distracted by who knows what. I've returned to reading it again, having started over again, and today I made solid progress toward getting back to where I was the first time I dove into this epic. It's all coming back to me: the arrival of Jake Spoon, the Irish guys, the non-stop yakking of Gus, and, pivotally, the emerging plan to drive cattle from southern Texas to Montana. 

3. Tacrolimus is one of the immuno-suppressive medicines I take and my lab results show that the level of Tacrolimus in my blood is within range, but it's the lowest it's been for quite a while. I trust that if I need to increase my dosage, I'll hear from Nurse Jenn or someone else on the transplant team. I also know that I have an appointment at the transplant clinic on Monday and that the doctor and I can talk about Tacrolimus then. 

In other bloodwork news, the two viruses we always check on are not present in my system. 

Things look good to me. 

I think all of the results of the labs I had drawn are Monday are in. 

My next move is to visit to the clinic on the two-year anniversary of the transplant, have labs drawn at Sacred Heart that check for signs of rejection (labs that can't be drawn at Kootenai), and find out if I need a kidney ultrasound or any other tests run at this key time in my post-transplant life.  

Three Beautiful Things 05-05-2026: Discussing *Botany of Desire* at Auntie's Bookstore, The Act of Reading, Dinner at Kindred Public House

 1. Debbie and I cruised to Spokane this afternoon for the monthly meeting of the Science/Nature Book Club at Auntie's Bookstore. Today we discussed Michael Pollan's Botany of Desire and discussed whether plants have consciousness, not like human consciousness, but a kind of consciousness outside human understanding. We also focused on a central emphasis of Pollan's, the process of co-evolution, the way human beings in their interactions with plants contribute to plants' evolution and how plants affect our evolution as humans. 

I think our group agreed that it's common for humans to see themselves as separate from nature, to see the natural world as a commodity, a source of economic development. We discussed the impact of this way of thinking, how, as consumers, our demand for perfect looking French fries, shiny nearly uniform shaped apples, potent pot, and predictably colored tulips inform how growers manipulate these plants. This led to our reflections upon monocultural tracts of land over and against biodiverse plots and the problems that arise from monocultural farming. 

2. Having never been in a book club before, I'm understanding more deeply something I've always known: people read books very differently from one another. Today at least twenty minutes or so passed before I spoke up, mainly because I was fascinated by how my clubmates approach reading a book. 

One thing (I think) is certain: I'm a more lenient reader than many others and given a chance to enter into a discussion of a book, I don't immediately want to comment on what I had problems with or on what I didn't like. In fact, I rarely think about these two matters when I read. 

Maybe in another post, I'll talk a bit more about where my more lenient approach leads me as a reader -- I tend to view movies in a similar way. I've written about that somewhere in the deep past of this blog! 

3. On purpose, Debbie and I arrived in Spokane a couple hours ahead of the book club's six o'clock meeting time. Debbie had found out online that on Tuesdays, there's an event in the Garland District called the Global Food and Art Market. 

We found the market but didn't stay long. Nothing being sold grabbed our attention. No problem. I was very happy we checked it out. 

After discovering Ferguson's Cafe had closed at 2 o'clock, we made our way down Monroe to Kindred Public House where Christy, Carol, and I had eaten lunch in April. 

We had a great time in casual conversation with our server, Kam, a terrific conversationalist and attentive man who moved to Spokane from Georgia several years ago. I enjoyed how he didn't seem under pressure to take our order and dash off, but relaxed with us, told us how much he enjoys Spokane even though he hasn't quite adjusted yet to the colder and snowy winters. 

I enjoyed the Lemon-Herb Chicken Sandwich I ordered with its fascinating combination of flavors, including pickled fennel, heirloom tomato, and lemon-basil aioli all adding zest to the chicken breast that had been marinated in a lemon and herb mixture. The sandwich came on a fresh and toasted ciabatta bun. 

Three Beautiful Things 05-04-2026: An Encouraging Visit to Kootenai Health, Beelining Around CdA, Back to the Vizio Room

 1. This morning I rocketed over to Coeur d'Alene for labs and a chest x-ray, both in preparation for next Monday's two-year kidney transplant anniversary visit to the transplant clinic. 

About a couple of hours later, results began to parachute into my cell phone. I felt some low grade anxiety as I opened the app since I hadn't had bloodwork done since February and it had been a year since my last chest x-ray. 

No need to worry! 

From my non-professional point of view my bloodwork numbers looked stable, that is, very similar to the results Dr. Bieber was so happy about back in February. In addition, my annual PSA is a great number and the chest x-ray report was, to use the magic term in the world of imaging, unremarkable. 

Just what I wanted to read! 

2. I broke my fast with a latte and chocolate croissant and then I got a haircut, went to the car wash, fueled up at Costco and shopped, and dropped in to get some items at Trader Joe's. 

It was fun beelining from one place to another and I was back home by about 1:00. 

3. Back home, I relaxed in the restored Vizio room. I had puzzles to catch up on. I listened to the Bach station on Pandora. I watched more of David Attenborough's Private Life of Plants and learned more about how plants find nutrients and how they grow. It was fascinating. 

Today was a superb one filled with good news, good food items, music, and learning. 

And all the time I was in the Vizio room, Copper was resting near my chair in the suitcase he finds so relaxing and safe right beside the ottoman I use to stretch my legs.  

Three Beautiful Things 05-03-2026: The Return of the Vizio Room, Retro Family Dinner, Music and Movies and Russian History

 1. If you've been reading this blog for the last several years, you might remember that we kept our television in our house's front bedroom (which we've never used as a bedroom) and I called it the Vizio room. I won't go into the mind-numbing details, but a few years ago we moved the television into the living room. 

Today, March 3, 2026, however, marked the resurrection of the Vizio room. I won't numb you with all the details of this development but suffice it to say that I am very happy. Debbie bought a cover for the chair and ottoman in this room. I'm using them again. I have speakers hooked to the television. I now have the hang of casting content from my laptop or phone to the television. 

I returned to the Criterion Channel today. I watched about ten trailers on Netflix. I cast the first episode of David Attenborough's documentary series, The Private Life of Plants from archive.org to the Vizio. 

I watched the first twenty minutes of an hour-long cat documentary on Netflix entitled, Inside the Mind of a Cat. 

During the heyday of the Vizio room, I listened to music, read books, watched ball games, movies, and other stuff on television and it's awesome to have it back in operation. 

It's also Copper's room and while he's never wanted to be on my lap, he does like finding spots to relax and sleep close to where I'm sitting. We'll enjoy sharing the Vizio room. 

We have more things to do to further develop the Vizio room, but it's a boon for me to have brought it back to life again. 

2. This afternoon rearranging of our household came about because as I was vacuuming the living room rug in preparation for family dinner tonight, we suddenly decided to dispose of this old and dog/cat worn rug and Debbie brought a much smaller rug she had upstairs in its place. 

We had time to do this on a family dinner night because Debbie had decided to keep dinner very simple. She combined Campbell's tomato soup, a box/carton of tomato soup, and fire-roasted tomatoes together and she used bread she'd baked on Saturday to make grilled cheese sandwiches. Carol and Paul brought chips. Christy brought ice cream sandwiches. 

And PRESTO! 

We had a throwback dinner, a retro dinner and it was superb. 

In fact, later in the evening I confided to Debbie (and now to all of you!) that I would be ecstatic if every family dinner were a simple soup accompanied by a great sandwich.

I don't really want that to approach to come to pass, but I hope one day we'll come back to some variation on the dinner Debbie fixed us tonight. 

3. Paul and Carol took one of their students to the Fox Saturday night to hear the Spokane Symphony play the soundtrack to Batman (1989) while the movie played. 

I could hardly wait for them to arrive for dinner so I could listen to Paul and Carol talk about their experience and what a good time their student had. 

Later on, we learned that Carol and Paul are reading Crime and Punishment with an adult friend of theirs. They recently read The Odyssey together and seem to be in a groove of slowly working their way through massive and complicated works of literature. 

Before we knew it, thanks, in part, to another book Paul is reading, we started talking about Russian history and its many contradictions and complexities. 

A couple weeks ago, the Great Course I've been listening to delved into Russian composers and the lecturer explored Russian history and surveyed Russia's folk music tradition. 

I never dreamed I'd have the opportunity to contribute some of the things I learned from the Great Course and from the Russian History course I took at Whitworth in 1974, but, lo and behold, some of the things I learned were relevant tonight and it felt really good not have a chance to talk about it rather than just have what I've learned stuck head untalked about. 

Three Beautiful Things 05-02-2026: Walmart Order, Relearning What I'd Forgotten, *Celluloid Closet*

 1. Last night I submitted an order to Walmart for curbside pickup and around 8:00 this morning I picked up, meaning we now have a good supply of produce, cat food, milk, and other staple items and the order included products that I dropped off at the Elks food pantry. 

2. It had been quite a while since I cast anything from my laptop to our Vizio. This evening, Debbie and I decided to rent a movie on YouTube and when I tried to make it play on the television, I couildn't do it. I had totally forgotten the steps necessary. So, I put on an instructional video and relearned the simple process and we were back in business! 

3. When the movie was over, neither Debbie nor I could remember what we'd been talking about that led us to want to watch the 1995 documentary Celluloid Closet, a study of how gay, lesbian, and trans characters were portrayed in the movies over the course of the 20th century. The movie featured clips from a wide array of movies and numerous interviews with screenwriters, actors, and others who provided expert commentary on this subject. 

I don't know if Debbie had seen this movie more than once. I know I had which is just to say that I had remembered it as a superb documentary and I had that uplifting experience this evening of finding the movie even better than my very positive memories of it. 

Now my hope is that I always remember the easy steps necessary to cast stuff from my laptop to the television. About an hour ago, I brought up a YouTube video of the London Symphony Orchestra performing Brahm's 4th Symphony, not only to enjoy the music, but to make sure I still remembered the next day how tp cast YouTube from the laptop onto the television! 

And I did!