It was otherwise a pretty uneventful weekend in Oregon for Lisa's birthday. I gave her a big fluffy bath sheet as a present. We ran some errands in Salem. We did some work on her Big Orange Van. (The Vanagon of Doom is out of service for the prosaic reason that Lisa broke the windshield wiper lever -- you can't operate in that climate if your windshield wipers don't work.)
We didn't win the PowerBall lottery. We did make a point of buying our tickets at the local hardware store as a favor to the store owner -- they get 1% of the jackpot if they sell the winning ticket, plus all of the extra business of people rushing to buy their future tickets at the 'lucky' outlet.