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 The weather was messy today.  Rain came down, in sheets.   

I barely left the house.  Only went out to blue bag up cans to turn in for the nonprofit, that a kind lady brought me in regular bags. The regular plastic garbage bags she brought them in will not be thrown out.  They will line my kitchen can.  To get credit for the can deposits, in Oregon, I turn them in to Bottle Drop in blue bags, tagged with Happy Cat Club QR code stickers.   That way our account gets the credit.

Nonprofits make a lot of money off can return these days of otherwise vanishing donations.

In other news a long time Oregon business suddenly shuttered.  Rogue Brewery, maker of the infamous Dead Guy Ale, now gone.   They had a lot of debt, both in port rent at their main location in Lincoln City on the coast and in unpaid taxes.  

It's a shame.   I rarely drink and don't drink crafted microbrews at all.  Too expensive.  Rogue has been around a long time, an Oregon landmark sort of business.

Last night and today, could not even look at updates on the story about a young humpback whale, stranded on sand, fighting for her life, after becoming entangled in crabber gear over near Yachats at the coast.  Someone was able to cut the lines off her last night in the dark, out in the water, bless their brave heart, but she has not been freed from stranding.  Their weight is so extreme and the incoming tides only roll her in further.  She's likely near death now.   I don't know.   Fishing gear of all sorts sure harms all kinds of animals and birds.  I collect it when I'm out on my kayak in the reservoirs, lakes and rivers.   When someone gets a line caught and cuts it, I want to swear at them.   

I made carrot puree today from some extra carrots.  Been in the fridge too long to eat fresh.  So I cut them up and softened them in the slow cooker submerged in broth, then used my mixer to turn them, plus some butter, a little milk, into puree.  

Puree, ha, such a fancy term.   They are the consistency of mashed potatoes only they taste much better.  More flavor.  It is what I make with carrots going soft.

The kittens from the trailer  park are out with their sister from another litter now, in a cage in the garage.  Their older sister, the torti I named Butterfly, was lonely out there.  These are the three originally to be fixed last Wednesday. Finally, they will be fixed on Tuesday.   The other four going in, if all goes as planned---two cats dumped as kittens out on Brewster; another Waterloo stray boy, and the final unfixed cat out at the rural Lebanon colony fed by two older ladies who live across the street from one another.   That one is another boy, Oreo by name.

I dug out my old Canon camera.  It's one of those tilt LCD screen ones I'd buy for a few bucks on ebay when I saw them.  Canon quite making them maybe over a decade ago.   Maybe it was 2 decades ago they quit this model.   This one's LCD had died years ago, but I thought, why not try it again.  After about ten minutes, I got the LCD screen working.  I doubt its fix will last.  Big surprise when I finally got it to work.   

So these two photos I took with the ancient Canon.

Butterfly, the older sister

Sequoia and Willow

They're trying to eat me out of house and home.