Thursday, September 22, 2016

Tosss Up Thursday


Update:

BAse, today started at 7:!5 local time. Aumsville, Salem, A McMinnville and King City were all points of contact today in my hours of meandering. Boy Am I tired. Tomorrow I have Salem Portland Grand Rhonde Salem once more, but at least hopefully more relaxed of a day.

Wacky Wednesday



 Contact established. Hello base, agent Pepper'n Cheney here.

Start of day 5:15 am local time


Salem to Grand Rhonde, back to Salem, to Portland To Grand Rhonde To Salem was the order of the day of September 21 2016, known as "Wacky Wednesday."

An unusual September Thunder and Lightning Storm has decided to pay a visit forcing me to temporarily shut off electronics, which was good since I lost power for a minute.

this prompted an impromptu game night of sorts with folks who claim familial relation to me, and after much outburst the storm passed And I can now finish my report to you.
this is Pepper'n Cheney Signing out, For now.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Tuesday report


Pepper’n Cheney to Base, Pepper’n Cheney to Base, come in.

Neglected to mention on the day of September 19 2106, now forever known as “Mayhem Monday” that repair was done to the requisitioned vehicle I use. The Repair took 20 minutes, heat and ingenuity of a friendly, likeable mechanic who did it as a complimentary service, Rest assured he shall see my business again.
 To today’s update:

Work, work, work. It began as it sometimes has in the past at 4:15 local time. Destination: Grand Rhonde Oregon, then to Portland, then back and back to the area locally referred to as Salem/Keizer, my established operating base. I travel today with a charismatic yet challenging atheist acquaintance.
Tonight I shall endeavor over to partake of this harmonious vocalization referred to as “Barbershop” which appears to be mostly old folks enjoying songs most people my age doesn’t know.



Roger Base, as of this line I’ve got nothing better to do then sit outdoors in a shady spot, laptop on my lap writing away boredom till I’m released for other endeavors.
Today’s weather is sunny, warmish for fall and there is occasional breeze to relieve the warmth, and shade form buildings, and what trees have not yet lost their foliage. Today is September 21, 2016, which I believe I shall call “Tedious Tuesday.” Tedious due to early start, combined with sporadic busy-ness and down time up to this point at which I now pass this rather useless information onto you.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Action, Adventure and A new daily thing?




Just another average Monday. After putting in near 6 hours on a day I normally have off from work I now sat at Allen Bro’s in downtown Salem Oren, laptop resting on my lap Jehovah’s Witnesses standing kitty corner from me, a full docket of tracts available to the traversing public. It is cool, overcast and smells like rain, I even spot a few changing trees from where I sit, Alone. My camera ever ready should I spot something of interest, and some who walk by, or may be watching out the interior windows, wonder what this odd character is up to. A trusty black and white mocha sits on the table ready to be consumed as I see fit, my cell phone holstered at my side attached to my ever mysterious and unpredictable contents fanny pack and old computer bag laying within easy reach on the pavement. Tennis shoes, jeans a nice non collared shirt an Oregon Ducks cap and a black rain jacket complete the odd ensemble. Actually I’m 90% certain exactly what where in my fanny pack, and old bag without looking, because the contents haven’t changed much since I loaded them late yesterday. Actually, there’s nothing average about this particular Monday, at least, not when It starts at 5:15am. I met up with a friend to talk about technical things, but as usual we never really got to much of what I was planning to discuss, but hey, that’s the price of flexibility. In retrospect it was a pleasant and fruitful talk. I now sit at home with my laptop plugged in on its desk writing like it’s some sort of personal blog novel that anyone would bother to read. Let alone comment on and ask for me to do more. It was a creative spark, as one might say, will it be a trend? Who knows. I could go on until I bore myself, and any third parties willing to risk reading the inner working crazy of my brain.
Will I write more either today or ever? That depends, who knows what my Monday night may hold, or the subsequent following days, should anything be of interest enough to attempt to colorfully dramatize in written form.


This is agent Pepper’n Cheney making contact for the first time in 28 years from hostile, or at the very least, questionably friendly territory.
 Please advise next move or contact time or day.
 Will report again when deemed interesting, or as headquarters requests.