Beef
Last night we went to dinner with some friends. It's kinda a long story but I ended up being in charge of picking the place.

Bob and I don't go to dinner much in Portland and when we do, it's usually in connection with a downtown event and between lunches and our events, I know downtown restaurants pretty well. I wanted to try something different not located downtown.

We have the Oregonian diner guide and I went through that cover to cover and ended up choosing Podnah's Pit Texas Style Barbecue which is a strange choice seeing as how I eat about 8 oz. of meat a week.

I had a plate of beef which I cleaned off and a beer and we split a piece of the best pecan pie on the planet. I was too full, but happy full and I slept 10 hours and woke up feeling like a million bucks so I think this beef has miraculous powers.

Of course, today I felt my need to eat meat sated until the next millenium. Bob said there were sausages in the fridge and I said: GAK!

Photo: Vancouver trainyards at Fourth Plain overpass.

Wednesday: Tips & Miscellany

1. Let your Verizon contract lapse. You will never get more attention from Verizon than when you are not locked into a contract with them. I get email and snail mail from them every couple of days. Everybody wants to talk to me and give me a deal. Sometimes a girl needs to feel special.

2. White Vinegar. I've always had a big jug of plain cheapie white vinegar in my cupboard but I don't use it much because it smells sort of nasty or like Easter egg dye. But really, that nasty stuff can leach the bad smell out of anything. (That I've tried so far.) We have two coolers we use for trips and both of them were getting gamy. The red one smelled like old socks. I poured in a little white vinegar, swabbed the entire thing with a washcloth and now: normal plastic-y smelling coolers.

3. In order to follow the rule of three I need one more tip here but haven’t come up with anything great. During the summer you can freeze berries to put in your breakfast yogurt during the rest of the year. The frozen berries will keep your yogurt cold until you eat it. Of course, here you could duct tape your breakfast container onto the roof of the car in December and it would keep plenty cold while you drive to work.

Another idea for a tip is if you make your lunch and it’s in the fridge and you don’t want to forget it. Put your keys in the fridge next to it.

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I thought it was a parody at first. I saw a commercial for a new Halloween movie. But it’s not Halloween, Episode 157, it’s a remake of the original. And rather than wait two months for Halloween, it’s coming out at the end of August.

Speaking of movies, did I ever say that we went and saw The Bourne Ultimatum for our anniversary date? Followed by a fabulous meal. It’s not really Bob’s favorite kind of movie but we both enjoyed it. I think Jason Bourne is my new boyfriend. He’s a great driver, he can keep you from getting assassinated in a train station and he can beat people up.

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Last night we watched an episode of the Henry Rollins show and he featured a guest who he said was known for the Obey the Giant images that virtually everyone has seen before or something like that. I should pay better attention when I’m going to write about it later. Anyway, I had no idea what he was talking about and even after seeing the images and reading the story – it says it was created in 1986 – I was not familiar. I guess my point being that (a) I’m not as dialed in to pop culture as I thought I was (I didn’t even know what High School Musical was) and (b) Henry, the images are not ubiquitous in the PAC NW.

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I want to buy a new work outfit for Fall and I’ve been waffling what store to go to. I decided to go to Nordstrom Rack on my lunch hour and I have no idea why I ever go into that store. For every 35 things I try on, I find one thing to buy. And of the things I buy, they are never my favorite things that I reach for over and over. I tried on one pair of pants that was skin tight in the thighs, gaping in the waist and would have needed a 14 inch hem. A women shaped like a pencil, take note.

Lunar Eclipse
I woke up at about quarter to 3:00 last night, as per usual. I knew there was a total lunar eclipse going on so I woke myself up all the way and found some binoculars and went to the living room window. There was a little sliver left when I sat down and I sat up almost a half hour until it was complete.

Of course I couldn't fall back asleep right away and I kept thinking, I wonder what it looks like now? And I'd sit up and peek out the window again.

It did look pretty cool like a glowing orange ball in the sky. To me, the regular moon looks flat but the eclipsed moon had a shape. Every once in awhile a car would come by and I wanted to wave out the window to make sure they saw it. Also at one point I heard what sounded like a small plane. I always wonder what people are doing out and about at 3am.

Deer in the Road
Shadow is my sister’s dog but Erin was out in the field so he was staying with Mom and Dad while we were visiting.

One morning we took him on a walk to Dolan’s. We park on the road and hike down a long hill to the river bar.

Shadow took off the second the car door opened. We followed behind in no big hurry. About halfway down the hill we rounded a turn and we could see Shadow, crouched in the dirt. We couldn’t figure out what he was doing until we got all the way around and there was a huge doe standing in the middle of the road.

I had my camera on me but I wasn’t fast enough. My Dad called the dog and I’m not sure who sprang first, the deer or the dog but they were off up the mountain crashing through the brush. We kept calling the dog, like that was going to do anything.

Shadow makes funny yipping noises when he’s chasing things, apparently. That’s what Mom said when I made a worried face. I didn’t think he could catch the deer but I was a bit worried when I heard that noise.

We continued walking and not far from where the doe was Mom stopped me in the road and pointed. Just off the road, standing in the brush and not moving except for the twitching ridiculously huge ears, was a little fawn. So cute. The doe was drawing the dumb dog away from her baby.

We did our entire walk without seeing or hearing the dog again. Dad was wondering if we should just come back later and look for him or what.

As we trudged back up the hill we kept calling him and as we got close to the top, we heard a voice and then came my husband followed by a tired dog with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. My sweetheart had come to join us. He found the dog flopped out in the shade from the car and it took a lot of convincing to get him on his feet and back down the hill to meet us.

Photostream is up!.

I've got a million things to do today so that's it for today.

How You Know When You're Old Married People

You know you're old married people when you're thinking, "I can't wait for my sweetheart to get home so we can go to bed." And what that means is, "I can't wait for my sweetheart to get home so I can get some sleep."

I read a Johnny Depp quote somewhere which went something like: you know you've grown up when you talk about sleep the way you used to talk about partying when you were younger.

I'm going to make tomorrow a no computer day. It's our 11 year anniversary and we're going to spend the day hanging out. Probably the Farmer's Market and visit some friends and later dinner and a movie.

Photostream on Sunday.

Bicycle Races Are Coming Your Way
Last week on Wednesday night, when we were on our trip, there was an Indian taco feed. We gave our orders to BG and she and a crew picked them up and everyone came over to Mom and Dad’s house and we crammed on the porch for dinner. Originally I thought someone was having a fund raiser but turns out it was two women who didn’t have a job and wanted to make some money. Good for us. No one had to cook.

It was a fun dinner and I took some lovely photos which are still sitting in the viewer, waiting to be lovingly tweaked, cropped and uploaded. Soon.

The next night was the surprise baby shower for Meredith. Remember the wedding in Reno in May? I didn't find out about the shower until I was already in Orleans which is not know for its shopping options. The nearest major store is at least a 1 1/2 hour drive away.

I quickly knit the baby an adorable outfit which drew oohs and awws from the crowd. Not really. I don't know how to knit and would like to learn but I barely have time for the things I want to do now. I actually subscribed to a sewing magazine because I thought I was going to get into that. I've read each issue cover to cover and really look forward to sewing someday. But I'm getting off my story.

Luckily, I had brought a teeny little something which wasn't really supposed to be the baby gift. It was something we had that I wanted to give to them. Mom and I wrapped it in tissue and Mom found a card in a drawer somewhere so at least we didn't have to arrive empty handed.

Meanwhile, while we're at the shower, we find out that the kids have been invited to play music for some bikers. Sophie was practicing piano down at the school or church or community center. I'm not sure. Maybe all of those. It's a small town and this is one of the main meeting spots for events. Someone from the biker group heard her play and thought it would be nice entertainment for the group.

Earlier in the day when we went swimming we saw all these people on bikes on the road. They are part of a bicycle club and their itinerary is here.

After the baby shower and sausage feed that Bob and Flori and maybe also Uncle Barry, I wasn't paying attention, made for us, we all jumped in a half dozen cars and caravaned into town to watch the kids play.

It was amazing. The club had brought in all this infrastructure like a portable shower truck and potty truck and there were tents all over the place. It looked like a fun thing to do. Well, if you like riding bicycles and I do not.

Inside the room was packed and quiet while the kids played. They have a string ensemble and their Mom plays the flute -- it's very von Trapp family. I asked if I could sew them some outfits from curtains. They sounded fantastic. I stood in the back and a man leaned over and said to my Aunt, "Aren’t those kids beautiful?" and my Aunt said, "Those are my grandchildren." We were all so proud.

Meanwhile, I'm going on night three of I N S O M N I A. My sweetheart has been in Seattle for a work related training and I have one more night before I get him back. Hard to believe I have trouble sleeping without the snoring lump of mammal.

"I ate 6 tacos today. Anything could happen."
I just read in the paper that there's going to be a Macaroni and Cheese cookoff in September. How I can be a judge for this contest?

Last night I sat on the DVR remote and accidentally hit the "lock" button. I didn't even know a lock button existed and there was much frantic pressing of buttons, buttons in combination, power on/off-ing and changing of batteries and changing of batteries again while pulling my hair out because all I wanted to do was have a quiet relaxing evening and catch up on a few shows and not get into some sort of problem solving with a broken remote. Also I couldn't control my DVR in any way and I hate the sound of the television unless I am sitting in front of it watching it. I had to turn it off with my show (The 4400) still running. Several wads of hair later, I learned of the existence of a lock button. Press and unlock and rewind. All was well with the world again.

I never learn anything more about technology than what I need to get the job done. No doubt there are all kinds of short cuts and tricks to make technology more useful that I'm too lazy or too stupid to learn. Even if someone says, "hey, look at this great feature" I will be, "That's so handy. Thanks for showing me," then five seconds later I can't remember how to do it.

In the last post before the trip I mentioned that waterers had disappeared. They turned up about a half hour before we left for our get together. And they did a great job. Just in case you were worried.

Also right before we left we saw Patti Smith at The Bite of Portland which was fabulous. There are some good photos, not by me, here. The bummer was that we arrived a wee bit late and had eaten before we got there (because of the get together) so we totally missed out on the food which looked great. We took a quick tour through the booths before making our way to the stage. I'm sure you will drop your teeth when I tell you that, yet again, we were right next to a huge group of people talking loudly, over the music, during Patti's set. What is wrong with people? This was a huge event. There were beer gardens and tables all over the place. Why would you park your butt 10 feet from the stage to talk? I think it should be legal to assault these people.

A lady did chew them out and they rolled their eyes and then wandered off for a bit although they did return later but didn't talk as loud. I bet they spent the next day bragging about how awesome Patti was at the Bite. And she was. Favorite quote, "I ate 6 tacos today. Anything could happen."

The Itchy and Scratchy Ultimatum

First, the definition of grubstake (one word) is food and equipment furnished to a prospector on condition of participating in the profits from mining. We all learned something today. In my head I like to think of it as Grub Steak.

What a welcome home. I woke up in the night to the sound of rain. Not like a refreshing summer shower but like dismal never-ending drip. I also woke up with that faint feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach like the feeling I would get right before school started in the fall. Remember that feeling when you got older so you weren't necessarily terrified, but there was a little nervousness about the first day of school?

Even my psyche recognizes when summer is over.

After my shower I had the opportunity to inspect the damage from the mosquitoes and poison oak. Boy howdee. Usually I get bitten on my feet so I always sprayed them in the evening. This time I got bites in all sorts of weird places. I must have whipped a branch of poison oak against my arm because I have a thin line of it from my wrist and twisting around part of my forearm. Not too bad, really. But itchy.

My bangs had last week off and were free to do this thing where they split in the middle and curl around so it's like I have a mustache on my forehead. This morning they weren't pleased when I tried to curl them in a graceful fan and instead stuck straight out like a big brown comb.

Then there was a traffic accident and it took a half hour just to get to Delta Park. I was all worked up by the time I got to my desk but now I've had my tea and sorted through the mail and I'm ready for my day.

One last story before I run. Yesterday in the car my dear husband was kind enough to drive the whole way while I napped and stared at the scenery and counted car accidents. (One on our side, one on the other side plus on our side: a ginormous tanker thing in a ditch with haz teams and all sorts of excitement).

Bob had loaded up the CD player with a variety of stuff including things I would like. Somewhere around Grants Pass this one CD came on and I didn't like it very much. I listened to about three songs and finally asked, "Who is this?"

"It's Benny Sings. Why? Is it bugging you?"

Since he was nice enough to do all the driving and since I wanted him to enjoy the music he liked, I said, "No, it's fine. Let's keep listening to it." (Who says "Let's keep listening to it?" – that should have been a clue that I hated it.)

An hour later, it went to track 15. We were STILL listening to this thing and I said, "I've had enough of this. This is awful. I would never have said it was fine before if I knew how long it would go on."

Bob laughed and said there were 22 tracks. Then we listened to The Frames.

Black Tube in Blue Water
We got home a couple of hours ago. Pooped. That last 100 miles was killer. Two accidents plus regular weekend traffic. I thought we'd never get here.

We've got the car unloaded, laundry started, most everything put away. Pulled the photos off the card and can't wait to work on the photostream (probably next weekend).

This is the swimming hole at Grub Stake. (Salmon River.) There's a story about the name which I intended to clarify and totally forgot about so maybe in the future. Unbelievably gorgeous. More photos to come.

The Last Big Rush
We haven't left town yet but these last few hours are full, full, full. We're about to depart for a local get together and from there we go downtown to see Patti Smith at The Bite. Tomorrow we aim to leave at the buttcrack of dawn. We'll see.

This is the half-assed version of the post I had planned.

My yard waterers dropped off the face of the earth. I recruited them and asked them to stop by and then phoned them (no answer, no machine) and not a peep. Now we're leaving the house for the rest of the evening so no chance to catch up with them before we go.

I think St. Joe of 44th street (next door neighbor) will cover for us. I can water in the morning and that leaves maybe two days of filling in. I'm mostly concerned about the tomatoes and pumpkins. Tomatoes and cucumbers are bursting on the scene now, of course, when I can't be here to enjoy them. I'm sure there will be tons in Orleans and tons when I return.

Meanwhile, the zucchini bandit was here and dropped off some of his bounty so at the moment I'm doing something creative with things I want to clear out of the fridge which include zucchini, tomatoes, salsa and cucumbers.

I'm 75% packed which is my big downfall — I'm always 75% packed until it's time to load the car, then I'm running around like a crazy person and never fail to forget at least one vital item such as a toothbrush or something to tie my hair back.

Yesterday there was a hawk in the backyard. Only the second time I've see that. It was in the hedge. I think there's a hummingbird nest in there. It flew from the hedge to the apple tree and it's not just that it's big but it's so substantial. I've been trying to find a word to describe it since I saw it and that's the best I can come up with.

It sat in the apple tree for a few minutes while at least a half dozen hummingbirds buzzed it and chittered away. I've never seen them so noisy. Meanwhile, high above on the powerlines, a row goldfinch (? - not a bird expert but that's my best guess) did their best not to attract any attention. Finally the hawk swooped out of the tree and over my head, really amazing sight, and then did a couple of turns over the yard, with the hummingbirds in hot pursuit, before it took off for other parts of the neighborhood. About 3 minutes later, a buzzard flew right over the yard. Huge bird, right overhead.

Big thrills in suburbia.

In my last post I mentioned my appetite had been weird and about 30 minutes after I posted I ate a half a pan of lasagna. I guess I'm back to normal. But just in case this blog has some sort of supernatural qualities, I'm going to complain that I never win the lottery jackpot.

Last few items to keep you busy while I'm offline.

Here's the Flickr set from last year's trip: Orleans 06.

I just updated my Flickr stream with photos from the July trip.

My favorite regular blog read is Jezebel including what is probably my favorite post and comment thread of all time. (Totally NSFW.)

boingboing.net also never fails to please.

I'm signing off. Have a good week and be back soon.

Simpsonize Me

I simpsonized Bob.

I'm just stalling on another project I have to get done today and it got too hot in the backyard for weeding and bushwhacking so I'm back in the house finding things to waste time on. Time wasting and a general non-specific dissatisfaction with life. Could there be a connection?

The big news is that I bought a bathing suit on my lunch hour. I didn't think that was even possible. I went to the bathing suit store downtown. The lovely gal helped me get started. I picked three to try on.

One the bottom was too small. One the top was too small. (Guess which configuration I preferred?) And one fit just right. I didn't LOVE the top but it covered everything which was my main criterion. I paid and was on my way, all in under an hour. There must be an award for this somewhere.

Next I dropped by the bookstore to buy a gift and to pick up a mass market paperback for braindead reading fun.

Did I mention I'm on vacation for a week?

The book is The Ruins by Scott Smith. I vaguely recall reading a book review that said it was really scary and disturbing and hard to put down. I keep thinking that my major aversion to literary fiction will pass and any minute now I'll pick up that damn Kite Runner or The Known World and read something challenging. But every time I finish a book, I look at the pile and skip over them and pick something short and/or easy. I'm wondering if I should just get rid of all the books in the to read pile and start all over.

The other thing I was going to talk about that doesn't seem that interesting right now, is that my appetite has been majorly wonky the past couple weeks. I'll be starving and then eat three blueberries and then be stuffed and won't be hungry again until several hours later and the same routine, I'll eat half a burrito and then wrap up the rest for later. I don't think this is a health problem. I'm eating enough to keep me alive and unable to fit into a bathing suit bottom size small. (I grabbed the small by accident. I wasn't that optimistic.) It just seems weird that it would change like that.

Back to work.

Stardust

I actually have other items to post about here but haven't managed to get to it today. But I'm going to use this moment before dinner to tell you that I went to Stardust today and it was awesome. The review in the paper said that the movie started out slow but won you over as it went along. The first hour in I was thinking, "Yeah, solid B+." But then the second half is totally off the hook and fabulous. I've seen it compared to The Princess Bride and I'll go with that.

The trailers were nerdgirl porn heaven. The Golden Compass, The Seeker: The Dark is Rising, something I've never heard of called The Spiderwick Chronicles which stars Freddie Highmore who broke my heart in Finding Neverland and the Mom from Weeds. Also a trailer for Beowulf.

If I was a person who hated fantasy movies I'd note some major similarities and images that all these movies have in common. But I don't hate them. So I'll just say they looked "omigod, if I get a terminal illness in the next few weeks I'll kill myself" great, except maybe the need for more dragons.

If there had been a trailer for Prince Caspian they would have had to wipe me off the floor. (Teaser for Caspian here.)

Completely unrelated but for the third Friday at dinnertime in a row, some young person has stopped by our door for some stupid reason. Person #1 wanted to give us a "free" security system in exchange for putting a sign in our yard. Since my colleague has such a "free" system installed for $275 and I am old enough to know that "free" is a big fat lie, I declined.

Last week was some kid who is very concerned about global warming. It's not a joke and we need to do something about it. And something seemed to involve me writing a check. Besides that, I didn't hear anything about what they were actually going to do about global warming. I sent him on his way as well.

Spoiler alert but I almost never give money to people who come to my door. My only exception is for really cute kids selling candy that I would actually eat for ballet or something like that.

Today a young gal came over and wanted to know if she could put a small sign for her company, which she pointed their logo on her shirt to emphasise, in our front yard, because they wanted our neighbors to get familiar with the name.

"I'm not interested," I said.

"It's really important that we get our name out there," she said.

"It's not important to me. But thanks for stopping by." Begin closing door.

"It's just a small sign. We'd pay you for it."

My head spinning around and the dragon breath shooting out, "I don't want your sign in my yard. I was polite I said no thank you, good bye."

I HATE marketing. I hate that every inch of clear space in the universe has to be plastered with an ad. I hate branding. I hate loyalty programs (mostly). Now I'm supposed to do some sketchy company a favor and let them put an ad in my yard? Now I can drive through my neighborhood and be assaulted by marketing in people's private yards?

And she didn't even tell me what the company does.

Johnette

Yesterday Johnette Napolitano played downtown at lunchtime for Noon Tunes, some sort of summer program that I've never paid much attention to. She was the lead singer for Concrete Blonde which was one of my very favorite L.A. bands in the 80's. I saw them a bunch of times. I last saw them when they came through town in 2002.

I was having challenging day so it was nice to get out and have something fun to do at lunch. It was down at Pioneer Square and I failed to crop and upload my own photo so here are a couple of good ones not by me. (I can't decide which I love more Wikipedia or Flickr.). The audience sat on those steps and there was this random 10 foot square patch of grass in a wooden frame and a few chairs in front of the stage.

I got there right as she started and it was one of those perfect blissful collisions of past and present, hanging outside, woman and guitar, kooky dancing lady at the front of the stage, that for a full 5 seconds I considered joining, and my P and J sandwich. The faint scent clove cigarettes wafted by. I was thrilled to be there.

She played a combination of covers, new stuff and classic Concrete Blonde. The audience was part longtime diehard fans like me and then lunch crowd people stopping to check it out. She got some passionate applause and she sounded knock-your-socks-off fabulous. At the end she played Joey which was a minor hit and you could sense that audience shift whenever an act plays a song everyone's dying to hear. Right about then a group of high school age kids who were probably not even alive when this song was on the radio shuffled through the stage area. They did this sort of mocking conga line thing like you would have done at that age if you walked through your Aunt Eunice and Uncle Larry's 50th wedding anniversary and they were playing Love Me Tender. It was funny and sort of depressing at the same time.

My only complaint, and stop me if you've heard this before, is what is up with those people who take the time and trouble to show up at live music and then proceed to talk during the entire thing? You can eat your lunch anywhere. Why show up at this thing and yak yak yak. I finally moved and sat on the ground by the stage.

More Failure Notice Troubles
Sorry, I know my technical woes are not remotely interesting but I'm explaining why you may have gotten a failure notice if you sent me email. I continue to use my C- technical skills to try to fix my email spoofing problem which I have just now learned has a name: backscatter. I managed to set up a separate email box and my mail was piling up in there but thenI couldn't get to it. I kept getting a bad password notice. I un-set up that but lost everything in there. Then I reset something so that I was generating failure notices again. Now I've just fixed that. I think.

It's All About Me
Many years ago I paid $100 an hour to hear something that I'm going to tell you for free:

It's not always about you.

I know. Take a moment. Absorb that.

I had this idea for a post where I was going to ask about having secrets that you would never tell anyone. Ever.

But then I realized that, of course, everyone has secrets that they keep to themselves. It doesn't have to be some sort of mobster style crime just thoughts or feelings you're, whatever, I suppose the base emotion would be shame, so, too ashamed to share even if you've drank too much and are sitting with your best and most trusted friend of all time.

And isn't this a conceit of being a human being that you wander around through life thinking you're the only person who has ever gone through what you're going through? How many times in your life have you felt relief when you learned that a behavior you have that you have deemed crazy, is business as usual for someone else?

I just read this book by Francine Prose which I didn't like. BUT, there's a scene in the book where this character has just had an awkward experience and he's trying to reel himself in and he's self-conscious and he goes into his office and even though he's all by himself, he goes through these motions, as if someone were watching, to indicate, all is normal. Have you ever done that? No ones around but you act as if people are watching? In the book he's opening and closing desk drawers and shuffling papers. I have. I never imagined other people doing this yet here it is, in a book.

Then Daria on the radio was telling a story about driving her family out to the coast and having all sorts of driving anxiety: what if the car breaks down, what if I get lost, what if I'm in the wrong lane and no one will let me over? I am the queen of all forms of driving anxiety. And here is cool radio personality telling the same story.

My final example has to do with what I refer to as nervous traveler. I don't eat ginormous quantities of food on vacation. I always thought I was the only person alive who came back from vacation having lost weight. And look here, Eden articulates my problem almost perfectly, "I have this thing when I travel where I can't eat very much? It's a combination of nerves and an irrational fear of experiencing a food-borne illness in a city thousands of miles from a familiar bucket to barf in."

I'm sure the world is a better place with some secrets.

Ferk.

I got a response from my domain host telling my how I can stop getting the 10 jillion bounced messages from the latest spammer spoofer debaucle and apparently I fixed it so all my email was bouncing.

So I've just now set it back how it was. I need to read these instructions more closely and I don't feel like it right now.

Meanwhile, something I forgot to mention in my earlier post is that Bob and I saw a movie called Once. More, including clips and music.

It's an Irish film and sorta a romance and sorta a musical but not in any conventional sense. Wonderful music. We both loved it.

I Don't Feel Tardy
I always used to wonder how a person could abandon his or her website. There's always so much going on, how could you ever run out of things to say? Or how could you put so much energy into something and then just stop doing it?

Now I get it. I'm not saying I want to abandon my website. Just that I can understand how this could happen.

The past couple of weeks every post has been like pulling teeth. It's like I just don't want to talk about it. It all seems too boring or too hard to put into words. Or whatever. Not in the mood.

There are some things going on which I don't care to talk about at this time but go under the general umbrella topic of change.

I'm not a person who embraces change. I did not grow up in a house where risk-taking was encouraged. I've managed to set up my life with very little stress and a built up a fine and heavily padded comfort zone and comfort zones within my comfort zone. I think it's probably good for me to step out of the comfort zone for a change but I'm not enjoying it and feel like I'm always on the verge of either throwing up or bursting into tears. Or both at the same time.

More on this as it develops.


This morning we went to the Farmer's Market in Portland. It's bigger and has different vendors and Bob has been trying to talk me into going over there with him for a couple of weeks. I had on light pants and a sleeveless top and I considered that I might want a sweater. But c'mon, it's August. How can I wear a sweater in August? I was cold the whole time and grateful when we finally got back in the car.

Meanwhile, I'm cold and glum and we went to the coffee stand and somehow they gave me the wrong drink which I didn't notice until we'd wandered around a bit. So I hiked back to the stand and they were like, "Yeah, there's was a person with the same name so you took the wrong drink." A customer stood next to me and said, "Yeah, it was mine." "Sorry," I said and then they deigned to make me a replacement drink, like they were doing me a favor.

Isn't there some basic tenet of business where you don't make the customer feel like shit when a mistake is made? Especially since I didn't make the mistake. By my reasoning, they served me the wrong drink. The customer should be giving them the stink eye and they should be apologizing to me. That added to my dark mood.

But we did find a giant fabulous piece of fresh salmon for dinner tonight. Fresh salmon will save me.

This is the current state of my front yard pumpkin patch. It's bursting. The other photo is an osprey family on the Columbia River.

I'd Like to Buy a Bowling Ball
A couple of weeks ago I had a comment on one of my flickr photos. It's my neighbor's yard. She uses bowling balls for decoration.

The following is the conversation:

Him: is the one near the bottom right hand corner of the photo a red, white and blue ball by AMF, if so, would you consider selling the ball perhaps?

Me: Hi: You asked about a bowling ball in a photo. It's not mine, it's in a neighbor's yard so I don't know what kind it is. Sorry I can't be more helpful.

Him: could you do me a favor, could you go to your neighbor and ask about the ball and maybe also ask to see if hey would consider selling the ball?, and where are you folks from?

Me: Sorry I can't help you.

I don't know this person I just said hi and commented on her yard. I don't feel comfortable going over there and telling her someone on the Internet asked to buy a bowling ball.

Him: hi, can you ask your neighbor if its a ball by AMF Voit and red, white, and blue in color and see if they will sell the ball and maybe take a few more photos of it also? where are you guys from and is this your next door neighbor?

Now me commenting : Does this sound like a prank? Like I have nothing better to do than run around the neighborhood helping some guy with his bowling balls?