Wednesday, November 30, 2016

All bets off

At least month delay in closing, contingent on resolving issues. Strangely, this reduces stress!

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Hicks on Juniper Tavern



A quarter-century after a literary landmark in Oregon, and the more things change, the more they stay the same.
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Monday, November 28, 2016

Tough times

I hate this waiting and waiting for the buyer's next move. 30th their deadline.

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Sunday, November 27, 2016

Breakfast, step one


Last news source left with old school delivery without hype and phony intimacy.


Lost every game yesterday but the distraction worked. A good day! Now, alas, back to normal. Critical week, much will be learned.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Full day of escape

3 games of interest back to back. I need escape big time.

Go, Michigan!
Go, Oregon!

Friday, November 25, 2016

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Rain, gloom, stress, Thanksgiving.

Well, at least some good football in days ahead.


Made our reservations late, had to settle for late morning in restaurant out of town. Better than nothing? Good question. See how H feels when she gets up.


Up with dog, who's having bad time. I'm not doing too well myself.

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Wednesday, November 23, 2016


Thanksgiving, 1962

AS HELEN AND CJ applauded, Mrs. Stevenson set the turkey in front of her husband. The bird was golden-brown and aromatic, large enough to feed three times their numbers.

CJ had never seen anyone use an electric knife before. Instead of picking it up, Mr. Stevenson looked at CJ and asked, “Would you do the honors, Carlton?”

“Excuse me?”

“Say grace?”

CJ had never said grace in his life. He shot a glance at Helen across the table, who nodded.

“Of course,”said CJ.

Mrs. Stevenson smiled at him. CJ closed his eyes, getting ready, then opened them.

“Thank you,”he began. He stopped and started over. “Dear Lord. Thank you for the bounty of food we enjoy today and for the opportunity to share it with family and loved ones. Let's not forget the noble savages whose kindness got us through our first winter, even though we later rewarded them with a policy of genocide that--”

Mr. Stevenson bolted to his feet with such effort that his chair toppled to the floor.

“That's enough!”he said.

He was so red in the face that CJ wondered if he were having a stroke. He turned and hurried out of the dining room.

Helen was on her feet, also red but rising more carefully, and chased after her father.

CJ closed his eyes again. What had possessed him? How could he be so stupid?

When he looked up, Mrs. Stevenson was smiling at him.

“Carlton, would you carve the turkey, please? You do know how to use an electric knife, don't you?”


From the mid 60s to the late 70s, about 15 years, Thanksgiving was a celebration of friendship between the Deemers, Crooks, Bradleys, Fuquas and Richardsons, 10 adults and 6 kids, in LA or Salem or Eugene, 2 or 3 days of feasting and music making, and almost constant laughter. Unique and unforgetable. Nothing close since.

We'll be going to a restaurant tomorrow.

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Tuesday, November 22, 2016


Too many hoops to jump through to complete a house sale, too many things can go wrong.

In other words, waiting for consequences of inspection.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Monthly mini marketing

I subscribe to Play Submission Helper, an amazingly helpful tool unavailable in my active years. I am marketing my global warming play, nothing else, to theaters who make it easy for me: no fee, full scripts only, submitted electronically. Up to half a dozen meet these each month; 3 sent today.

So I am somewhat in the game, still.

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Sunday, November 20, 2016

Zipper up

My father loved to tell war stories. So do I. Almost got carried away at rehearsal and must be on guard about this. In other words, shut up!


Inspectors here 3 hrs, not a good sign. But we do have wiggle room. See what happens.


Damn, I make good buttermilk!

Program notes

Here's what I gave them:

I wrote CHRISTMAS AT THE JUNIPER TAVERN in the mid-1980s while house sitting in Bend to work on a different, commissioned script. The local paper was filled with the daily activities of the Rajneeshi, who were building an ashram in the desert. They had tons of money. Their guru was one year into a vow of silence.

Bend was filled with unemployed mill workers. Most didn't approve of this nearby invasion of wealth, often ostentatious.  I began brooding about two questions: what would be the first thing the guru would say when he ended his vow? And what would the guru have to say to a mill worker? Add to the mix my earlier one act about a Zen guru-clown, and the play was born.

As I watched a rehearsal recently, the play didn't feel like it was about Rajneeshi. It felt like it was about Muslims.


Not only did we find the theater yesterday, it was full of actors! Met everybody, pleased with what I saw. Should be solid amateur production. Reminds me of Theater Workshop where I began, a small black box. Love those spaces.

Starting the day

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Killing time

Killing time while house is inspected, decided to drive to Newberg and find the thester that's doing my play next month.

Big day

House inspection. Expect issues snd negotiation. Hopefully not a deal breaker.

Friday, November 18, 2016


Passed the sewer test.

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Moving forward

Sewer inspection today, house tomorrow.

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Quoting myself


"I don’t wish a serious writer’s life on anyone. I agree with screenwriter Paul Schrader, who said the only reason to be an artist is that you’re incapable of being anything else. The meshing of the work and the life into a quilt of whole cloth is full of complications for every step of “a normal life,” from relationships to employment.

In America, it’s not clear what the purpose of literature is other than to be swept into a marketplace driven by star and money worship. If literature mattered, wouldn’t Graham Greene’s novel The Quiet American have made the Vietnam War impossible? Philip Glass has suggested that all works of art should be anonymous to rid the field of hero worship. I agree with him."
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Thursday, November 17, 2016

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

What a day

Filled with good fortune. Knock on my wooden head.


Signed to accept offer, Dec 28 closing. And then massive good luck, notice given at Russellville, we were able to reserve it. Inspection and appraisal ahead, final hoops.

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Kid at Christmas

Unable to sleep, thinking of this morning and possible sale. It's a good offer, more than I expected. But less than she wanted, which I think is a fantasy.

Big day!

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Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Sold house?

Back from movie with good news on voice mail. A decent offer. Meet realtor tomorrow with details. Would be one week sale.

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Got a low offer, realtor working on getting it higher. Too soon to reduce by much.

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Long winter?

This is a bad time of year to sell a house. If we spend the winter here, I'll start one of my Russellville writing projects. Hoping for the best, out of here by the end of the year.

Stuff still to do and Harriet is very little help.

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This afternoon. Said a realtor whose client passed, "I'm sure you'll get close to the list price." Encouraging.
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Monday, November 14, 2016

Amazon Prime Now

Love this service! Used for 2nd time this morning. Terrific for lazy, or immobile, or some of both. I'm now a regular customer.

At last, the Oregon myth revealed in national press

I thought you might like this story from The Washington Post.

"When Oregon was admitted into the Union in 1859, it was founded as a white utopia, the only state with black exclusion laws written into its Constitution — language that voters didn’t take action to remove until 2000. The Ku Klux Klan found a stronghold in Oregon well through the 1920s, and a code of ethics for local real estate agents prohibited housing sales to nonwhites. Housing discrimination was finally outlawed in 1957.

The contentious presidential race and the election of Trump, whose campaign has energized white supremacists, seems to have provided an opportunity for Oregon’s racial tensions to surface. A local high school was roiled last week after a commenter on the 2017 class’s Facebook page suggested that students create a “Ku Klux Klub.” On Election Day, dozens of students at a high school in a town north of Salem gathered with pro-Trump signs, displayed a Confederate flag and shouted comments including “Pack your bags, you’re leaving tomorrow” to Hispanic students, the Salem Statesman Journal reported.

“Oregon is very rural and racist, even though we perpetuate progressiveness,” Teressa Raiford, a Black Lives Matter protester and organizer of Don’t Shoot Portland, said Thursday night."

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Up to bake bread, my version of going to church.

H thinks house will sell in mid Dec ... I after first of year. So neither of us is in panic mode.

And we still have her dressing room and art studio to finish downsizing.

Sunday, November 13, 2016


The older I get, the more I like the hours before sunrise, the less the hours after sunset.

Sketch having a bad night. When he goes to sleep, I'll return to bed.


Looking at house this morning. Having to vacate is a drag.

Average on market in Pdx is 38 days. Small, eccentric house, may be longer.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

No excuses

HRC is blaming her loss on the FBI. Wrong. She, and the DNC, have to own up to their own failed strategy and misreading of the voters, or no necessary changes will be made.

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Friday, November 11, 2016

Inside out ...

... "trumps" outside in. That is, with the end in sight, and possible, I feel almost giddy, despite the election. Still need a few breaks but we have options, no matter what happens, short of not selling house, and some very good situations for us have become very possible.

Like I say, giddy. Like Norman Brown says, Politics is pissing in public.

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American politics

So vicious during the campaign, then after results are in, a complete reversal with sudden good manners. This year the contrast is surreal.

Q: what will those "lock her up!" crazies do when they realize they've been duped?

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This transition has hurdles and outcomes. A major one was navigated yesterday in a conference call, where we learned we can restructure retirement to meet current preferences. A biggie! Sign papers next month.

Next is selling the house, and at what price. 2 have looked at it, 2 more scheduled, 12 have saved info at Zillow.

3rd requires decision by Harriet between two options. I can live with either.

And still have downsizing to do!

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Very interesting

I thought you might like this story from The Washington Post.
I’m a Muslim, a woman and an immigrant. I voted for Trump.

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Audacity of hope

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Long day



3 more coming today, 16 saves at Zillow on first day.

Talked to TIAA, can restructure retirement to stay 10 yrs at Russellville.

Rehearsal photos from Juniper, will post later. Opens Dec. 1.

Home sweet home for 18 years

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Monday, November 7, 2016


We seem to have run out of steam. Not sure what happens now.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Trump's BS reality: an assassination attempt

Trump protester: I was beaten for holding a 'Republicans against Trump' sign

Pathetic ... and very scary and dangerous.

Friday, November 4, 2016

Thursday, November 3, 2016

A true Cubs fan


Harriet just said, upset, I keep forgetting if it's 2014 or 2015.

Unfortunate situation, but what the reality of memory loss is about.

American politics

= ideological masturbation. It's all singing (shouting) to the choir. A disgrace.

What bullshit

A Huffington Post headline calls Oregon a "progressive paradise." Yeah, right, that's why blacks are fleeing, that's why a jury of Oregonians let the Bundys free, that's why housing prices are fastest rising in country and why Portland is becoming a white techie suburb of the Bay area. This myth started with the bottle bill. Washington always has been more progressive than Oregon with its racist roots.

Meanwhile, back in reality ...

World on track for 3C of warming under current global climate pledges, warns UN

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Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Despite two strange moves by manager, one costing 2 unearned runs

World Series 2016 Game 7: Chicago Cubs beat Cleveland Indians
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Good damn question

Why do we punish Dakota pipeline protesters but exonerate the Bundys?

Post-election violence

If HRC wins, it will be thrown at her. If DT wins, it will escalate from his over-reaction to protests.

Let me hide in Russellville!

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A woman president

A lot of women, particularly older, including my wife, are brought to tears voting for HRC. Idealists, particularly men, who say they are for a woman, just not this one, completely miss the point.

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Too much suspense

World series, election, selling house, future ... Enough already!

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Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Headline of the day

Woman Farts During Surgery And The Results Are Ghastly

But my dear Alfonze!

An income stream went dry, which means all my financial planning must be revised. Issues until we sell, but I'm scrambling to manage them. Just what I needed, of course.

Never a dull moment.

Go, Cubs!