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 Donald
Dean Sleight (82) and Judith Anne Sleight (82)
On the afternoon of the 25th, we received a
call from my nephew Jon Sleight. He called to tell us that
both his dad and mom, Don and Judy Sleight, had died.
On Monday the 21st, I'd driven brother Don
to Valley Medical Center while Nancy stayed with Judy. Judy
suffered late stage dementia. Don was convinced that he was
suffering kidney failure, but his many months of constant care for
Judy day and night had pushed him to his physical and mental limit.
Hospital tests showed his numbers were actually better than those in
February, including an eGFR of 49.
Don
was clearly not himself, but after a late meal, he insisted that he
be allowed to go home. He seemed to leave the hospital feeling
better than he'd arrived there. I drove him home and left him
in the care of his daughter Debbie who had relieved Nancy.
Don and Judy met at the University of
Washington and married on March 21, 1962. It broke Don's heart
to see his beloved bride of 62 years so reduced in mental and
physical capacity. He could not bear to live without her.
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I
Returned My Church
Membership to UPC
In recent years, I have only worshiped with Nancy
and the Disher's at University Presbyterian Church. I was a member there in the 1980s but had been
very active at Bellevue Presbyterian Church from 1989 to
2017.
I attended the two afternoon
membership classes, met with an Elder, and switched my
church membership back to UPC on the 20th.
Here are my answers to the membership questions.
During the four week process, I
called the pastor's attention to a typo on their application
form. The last phrase of the fourth of four questions
the new members were to affirm was just wrong. "Following
the Spirit, will you share hope in Jesus Christ, love your
neighbors, and live for the world?"
That last phrase should have matched what the class notes
said, "...and live for the transformation of the
world?" We agreed that a more Biblical word
would have been reconciliation, but the membership
form was promptly corrected and reprinted to match the class
notes.
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The
Monogram Club Met on October 3rd
We had only seven members attend
this month's Monogram Club meeting. The West Seattle
Golf Course enforced their requirement that we needed twenty
in attendance to justify using the banquet room.
So we met in the small restaurant
and Ted Foss sprung for our meals. Randy had to be
back in Everett by 2:30 PM so we had to duck out before a
tasty looking chocolate cake was served. Not
surprisingly, much of the lunchtime discussion revolved
around stories of military service and golf.
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 Trunk
or Treat at Bellevue Presbyterian Church on the 19th
My last event as a member of Bellevue
Presbyterian Church was their "Trunk or Treat" party. It
helped me confirm that rejoining University Presbyterian Church the
next morning was the right decision. I didn't recognize anyone
I knew at this annual candy fest.
Irene was napping so she missed out this
year, but Momma collected treats for her. These girls do not
do the door-to-door rounds on the 31st so this was their October
Halloween experience.

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 Autumn Harvest
The weather
cooled and the garden began to lose its nice look, but the harvest
continued. The photo at the left was the result of a brief
morning visit on October 7th. Here are my grades for this year.
Tomatoes in pots: A- Vigorous
plants. I need to move the pots farther apart next spring.
Tomatoes in the ground: D My
fault for not putting enough effort into preparing the soil at
planting time.
Peppers: A- 5-gallon buckets
were an ideal size. Like the tomatoes, I need to space the
pots farther apart.
Green onions: A+ More than we
can eat and no pests this year. I planted still more sprouts
this month.
Cucumbers: B+ Best harvest
ever. More than we could use.
Corn: F This is not corn
country.
Flowers: They all did well. I
should have planted more.
The rainy season arrived mid-month.
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 The
threat of cold weather made October 22nd Pepper Harvest Day.
Valerie helped this year.
I was very pleased with the harvest but
made enough mistakes to change what I'll do next year.
I'd planted ten Jalapeño and two Serrano pepper plants.
Many went to Joel and Susan.
First, I grew them too close together.
They were planted in 5-gallon buckets in a 3 (east-west) x 4
(north-south) pattern. The plants on the south and west sides
produced best. Because of the close spacing, one plant bore no
peppers and another had only one pepper.
Second, the two Serrano peppers were in the
middle spots on the south and north rows. By rule, I should
have grown them in the north yard far from the ten Jalapeño plants
in the south yard. I
knew that different varieties could easily cross-pollinate.
Apparently, the hot Jalapeño on the left and the hotter Serrano on
the right produced at least two plants with hybrids like the one
shown in the middle. Surprisingly, the hybrid lacked the
"heat" of either of the other peppers.
While it is possible to over-winter peppers
because they are perennials, instead, I will try to continue to grow
these five small peppers I never transplanted.
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Grandkids Corner
No need to buy toys. The
neighbors are happy to unload theirs on our girls.


Irene at 1 yr. 9 mo. even
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Nancy
Spent Six Days Five Nights at Overlake Medical CenterOn
Thursday afternoon the 3rd, Susan ushered
Nancy to Overlake Urgent Care just a few blocks away.
Following X-rays that showed pneumonia, they in
turn sent her to Overlake Medical Center via ambulance. Nancy was checked into the hospital. She
had been coughing and running a temperature up to 102 degrees for
most of the prior week.
Her oxygen intake and heart rate were
monitored continuously. My heart rate is typically around 84
bpm but Nancy's was consistently over 100 and as high as 120.
With her treatment, her oxygen measurement rose from the mid-80
percent mark to the mid-90% over the time of her hospital stay.
I visited for an hour on Friday and briefly
on Saturday. Susan also visited. Nancy was
originally in W404, a double room with her bed near the door.
She was then moved to W428, a small single room on the south side
with a view of downtown Bellevue. Susan and I visited at the
same time on Sunday.
Many of us in the house have the same
persistent cough but it has not progressed beyond the common cold.
These symptoms started in September. For my part, I contacted
Optum and held an "On-Demand Video Visit" and was prescribed an
antibiotic and other medicines. On the 26th, we learned that
daughter Jean was also diagnosed with pneumonia.
My own prolonged weeks of coughing has had
one silver lining. My appetite has declined. From an
average of 181 pounds last month, my weight hit 174 on October 7th.
On the 22nd I was down to 170.8.
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 Bits and Pieces
Randy
stopped by the Trunk or Treat event on his way back north after his
Pioneer Association service in Seattle. I had him take my
picture. Once again, I'd gone as an Arizona Ranger. At
least one of the four photos he took with my Nikon was sharp!
"Glory
to God." Will Rogers, University of Washington quarterback,
following their 27-17 victory over the University of Michigan (#10)
on October 5th.
Last January, #1 Michigan defeated #2 Washington for the national
championship.
Have
I bit off more than I can chew? Preparing to lecture on the Book of
Job in January is a massive task. But I do trust that "...God's
gifts and his call are irrevocable." Romans 11:29 NIV Here is
the
outline that organizes the five lessons, three of which
will need to cover ten chapters each. The
Bible
reading by Sir David Suchet is once again an amazing
resource. (Book
of Job Summary: Animated Overview)
On
the morning of the 22nd, I was seen by Dr. Christopher Johnson at
the Kirkland offices of Eye Associates Northwest. Happily,
there was once again no sign of diabetic retinopathy. I
subsequently ordered two new pairs of glasses at COSTCO.
Once
again this year, we had no Trick or Treaters visit 1228 99th Ave NE.
We are the very end of a long, mostly dark cul-de-sac. It was
raining and our main gate is wired shut with a sign that directs
folks to an opening in the fence off our easement near our northwest
property corner. While ours is the biggest house on the block,
it is also the most obscured from view from the street.
  The
State of Washington's Electoral College votes will be cast
for Kamala Harris no matter how I vote.
I've made it clear that I likely would have approved of just
about any other Republican nominee for President than Donald
Trump. And if the Democrats could have found an
intelligent, thoughtful challenger to Trump, I could have
even been persuaded to vote D. But Kamala Harris has proven
herself to be an empty pantsuit. She expects votes on
the basis of her race and gender, not due to her competence
and statecraft. See how close we come to my prediction
for Tuesday, November 5th.
Harris 226 - Trump 312 |
Upcoming
events:
November 2: I plan to attend the Hope Presbyterian
Church Saturday Men's monthly breakfast and discussion time.
I miss having male peers as friends.
November 6: Nancy and I will attend the scaled back
Emeriti Dessert at SPU.
November 12: Nancy and I have been invited to dinner with
Pastor George Hinman and his wife Ann at their home in
Laurelhurst. |
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My Quote from October |
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In Christ Alone
Words and music by Stuart
Townend and Keith Getty (2002) |
In Christ alone my hope is
found,
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone! – who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe.
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save:
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied –
For every sin on Him was laid;
Here in the death of Christ I live.
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There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious day
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine –
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand:
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand |
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