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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Another Boatload of photos

Nicole B. is hosting another scavenger hunt.

I just love photo memes. Especially the ones with a challenge.

Most of these photographs were taken since the first of May. A few had to be pulled from my archives in order for me to make the deadline and get on the road. Yes, I'm leaving in the morning and will be out of touch for awhile.

So here's the list. Done at last!

1) A Souvenir. Our daughters celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary with a surprise Hawaiian luau in the back yard. That's my lei - I couldn't throw it away.

2) A Fish. "Blub Blub" and his pal were so happy in our pond. When we saw babies, we realized that happy wasn't the half of it.

3) A Religious Building
. A repeat from three years ago. Yes, I've been blogging religiously for three years. June 11, 2006. Happy Blogiversary to me.

4) A Fire Department. Reminds me of those days when my husband was fighting fires and saving lives. That was years before the doors were pink. (Okay - it was the sunset that painted them pink.)

5) A manhole cover. Poignant. Every manhole cover needs a control valve.

6. A Postcard. Of a much larger hole. Mount Mazama Volcano and Crater Lake Caldera in Oregon. A very very old postcard with an artists rendition.

7) Water. Several times a week I walk the creek path. This bottle sized boat was caught in the churning water under the berm. Maybe a little Sasquatch earning a scout merit badge.

8) A communication device. How does a blind person feel when he/she hears the screeching star wars call to battle and then the countdown. "Five, four, three, two..." Freaks me!

9) A life event. One that few people will experience. There were two cakes, and enough left over for her 200th birthday. She could make it.

10) A foreign stamp. Lucky for me, my daughter is involved in Post Crossing and I snuck into her stash of postcards and rifled through them. I didn't think she'd notice. I wasn't aware that she kept them stacked neatly in the order in which each was received.

11) A tree. It looks like the last embrace. "Please don't leaf me." Too late.

12) The living space of a non human. Possibly alien. You really want to know? It's a Bullocks Oriole nest in the top of a tree, next to the Christmas Tree dump.

13) A Street Mirror. Does this make my grass look big?

14) A Decoration Fixed on a house. My neighbors who live behind us. Although she insists we live behind her.

15) A Foreign Flag. It's in front of McDonald's, so I think we'll rule out Mordor, the land of shadow.

16) A Fire. Speaking of Mordor...! Okay, just a big bonfire after the corn roast.

17) An Antenna. He's checking out why the reception is so snowy. Feather brain, we're on cable.

18) A Phone Booth. Booth? Uh..............

19) A "verboten" sign. Toss, as in salad? Or Toss one's cookies? (I betcha that WT has another entirely different meaning in the land of Oz.)

20) A Beach. Here's some tossing I get. Tossing waves. And hungry gulls feeding at the water's edge - behind me and The Caboose!

21) A Cityscape Portland in February with a backdrop of Mount St. Helens. (She tossed her cookies in 1980.)

22) Something Goofy. Colton's nose. You can't stop looking down into his nostrils, can you?

23) Something Carved. My husband bought this little wooden man forty years ago in Guayaquil, Ecuador. It's about the size of a four year old and had to be stored in and slept with in his bunk on the submarine all the way around Cape Horn.

24) An Eye. The eye of a dragon being restored in a carousel museum. If you dare to look deeply into it, you'll discover that his icy glare captured my spirit.

25) Something Rural
. The scavenger hunt is over for the season!

Did you make it this far? Well, thanks for sticking with me.

As always, you are invited to see the other "hunters" over at Nicole's blog.


PS ...................... I'll see you when I see you.
One of these days I'm going to have a lap top to travel with me.)

Looks Warm This Evening?

I woke up at sunrise yesterday, grabbed my pillow and comforter, padded quietly out to the hammock on the deck, and snuggled down in hopes for another hour or so of slumber.

I may have drifted off for a moment. Not long. I realized that my little blanket wasn't going to keep me comfortable in the cool moist dawn air.

Easy answer, you say? Just pad back in and grab another blanket?


The sprinklers came on and surrounded my one dry spot with more cooling splatters of water. They don't call them rainbirds for nothing.

So, I just wrapped myself up, waited, and shivered. I listened to the birds waking up - so it wasn't time wasted.

If you take a look at the right side of the photo, you can just make out that the net is still on the pond. It will probably be a few weeks before the water lilies provide the fish protection from the marauding King Fishers and Giant Herons.

As for other news, I'm just waiting for that call from California - where I'll be heading for the arrival of our 10th grandchild.

Do you think we need a net set up to discourage the storks, too. (I'm making myself laugh.)

Friday, May 22, 2009

The Yard Sale

The house towards the end of our street is hosting a yard sale this 3-day weekend. For a very good cause: Relay For Life.

They have a very large team of people who spent most of Thursday evening delivering items to be sold as well as organizing tables and displays.

This morning I drove past at 6:45 and saw bargain hunters scoping out the junk treasures in spite of the sign that said: We open at 9 o'clock.

To be nosey neighborly, we walked up there late this evening to see how things were going.

M was exhausted. Friday was her burden as many of the participants worked at their regular jobs.

Then she shared the worst part of the day.

Her next-door neighbor boy stopped by early and propped his bicycle by a table where some of the things still needed pricing stickers.

She sold it.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Sign Language

This is week number fifty in Carmi's Thematic Photograph series. He is intrigued by the fact that signs are everywhere, " but they seem to pass through our lives almost invisibly."

Not this one.

It was kind of smelly.

Post your interesting photo and SIGN up at Written Inc.

(ps. Haven't been home much lately and visiting my favorite blogs has been limited.)

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

28 What?

Happy Birthday Mandy.

Where does time go?

Forty years ago I graduated from high school. I didn't go to my reunion (long story), which was 5 hours away on the west side.

Two of my high school friends now live here in the valley - minutes away from me, and one lives several hours to the west in a small town on the Oregon side of the Columbia River.

The four of us got together and looked at Diane's photos from the reunion that Kari, Polly, and I failed to attend.

We ate Mexican food, laughed, reminisced, and wondered out loud "why" we didn't do this every month.

Kari, Diane, Polly

Love you guys!

(But why didn't you tell me my hair was such a mess?)

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Tailgating -- On the road

Roller skate in a Buffalo Herd

My Mom Better Than Yours

I love Dana love Shelby

Support Strippers

Monday, May 11, 2009

How Does Your Garden Grow?

(Me & my dad)

The best fertilizer is the gardener's shadow. ~Author Unknown

(My little vegetable garden this spring.)

Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden.
~Orson Scott Card

(In our flower garden last June)

I think that if ever a mortal heard the voice of God it would be in a garden at the cool of the day. ~F. Frankfort Moore, A Garden of Peace

This week you'll find everyone one talking about gardens for Fun Monday over at Faye's Summit Musings. Please join us!

Friday, May 08, 2009

The Yellow Pages

Carmi (who also happens to be a year older today) is using YELLOW for this weeks theme - The first time he's used a color.

Yellow is a great indicator of spring! Look at the lovely blossoms in my garden.

Isn't baseball a harbinger, too? The sports complex I passed this morning on on my daily walk is getting a fresh coat of paint on the dugout -- and has a brand new yellow pad on the outfield fence line.

Go team!

Let your fingers do the walking to the other yellow pages out there who are linking back at Written Inc!

Thursday, May 07, 2009

Feeding the Chickens

Great Aunt Jennie and Great Uncle Arno. Feeding the chickens.

Jennie was 45 and Arno was 30 when they married in 1907. She had a son and daughter from her previous marriage. I'm assuming that their father died.

This photograph is most likely taken in Boulder, Montana where she and Arno resided until she died in 1937.

Her given name was Phoebe Jane and her twin sister was named Telith'a Anna (Annie). They were four years younger than my grandpa William. Their brother Benjamin died while a toddler.

Ten half siblings were born after their mother remarried - their father died from Typhoid while serving in The Civil War. I know there were other twins, and more childhood mortality. Bernetta, their mother, died at the age of 42.

William, Annie, and Jennie - probably in the 1920s

Arno, Jennie, and her lovely daughter Lulu.

Daughter Lulu in a hat. I recently learned that Lulu died in 1999 at the age of 105.

Jennie on her front porch reading the newspaper.

Jennie has been a popular name. My grandmother on my dad's side was a Jennie. My husbands grandmother was a Jennie. Even our middle daughter is a Jenni.

Well . . . all this because the chicken photo caught my eye this afternoon.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Where's My Mouse?

Cannon Powershot (Digital Zoom)

Monday, May 04, 2009

Laughing With (at) My Daughters

Fun Monday 's theme is Kid's Say the Darndest Things (or your pet does the darndest thing, whichever) and Karisma (Karisma & Kids) is the party hostess.

Our daughters were no exception to making us and others smile. I decided to share a moment from each of my now grown up girls. (There are many more moments somewhere locked in my mind - but these are the ones that surfaced first.)

Once upon a time when Amanda was still a little Cakers.....

I was driving home in my little yellow bug one evening when Amanda leaned forward and asked (with her five -year old raspy voice) one of those philosophical questions.

“Mama? Is there an end to the world?"

Karmyn, was in the passenger seat and her spreading smirk told me that she (the teenage smarty pants) was going to enjoy listening to my response to this one.

“Well….!” I spoke slowly, to garner time. “There are people who think that the world will end in fire, and others who think the world will end frozen in an ice-age and blah blah blah……”

I rambled on for another minute.

“No mom!!” Amanda started bouncing on the back seat with enough frustration to make the Volkswagen jerk a little.

Her impatience with my response could be heard in the delivery of part two. Louder, with a bit of dramatic emphasis, she demanded,

“Don’t you ever just drive past the last house, and that’s the end of the world?”

* * * * *


Then there was the middle child.

We took a trip to see my brother who lives on a peninsula overlooking Hood Canal (in Puget Sound) where the roads cut through the dense growth of massive firs and cedars. It's a gorgeous area that smells green and woodsy.

It must have been overwhelming for a three-year old who was accustomed to rolling hills and trees planted in yards and along the sidewalks in careful design.

As we drove through the deep shadows of the sky sweeping giants Jenni whispered uneasily, “Mommy, is this the forest?”

I answered in the affirmative.

With a very soft voice she wondered aloud......

“Why did they build it so close to the road?”

* * * * *

(3) The eldest

Karmyn was a few months shy of seven when we moved across the fence from Megan, who was the same age. The girls became inseparable that first year, so WR made a gate for the girls to pass through the tall cedar barrier.

Late one afternoon Karmyn bounced into the kitchen as she often did at dinner time to see what was cooking. I noted that she ran to the sliding back door and divulged the menu to Megan. Megan made a dash through the back gate. Apparently they were going to figure out which house had the better fare, then weasel an invite.

"We’re having spaghetti!” Megan announced when she reappeared.

"Again?” Karmyn almost sounded upset. “You’re mom fixes that all the time. Are you Italian?”

Megan put her hands on her hips and proudly declared, “No, we aren’t Italian. My parents came from Pennsylvania!”

With a quick intake of breath, and that little “whhhhooo” sound on the way out that emphasizes amazement, Karmyn gasped

“Pe-e-e-e-e-e-ennnnnnnsylva-a-a-a-a-nia? Did your parents know Dracula?”

* * * * *

As much as I enjoyed the last one, the rest of that story is probably what cemented it into my mind all these years.

The following morning I shared it at the office staff meeting. My co-workers erupted in guffaws and giggles, including Hoyt. He was the one person that never seemed to understand jokes or humorous banter. I considered him socially inept in many ways, and wondered how he could possibly interact with our investment clients in a positive way.

Later in the afternoon I walked down the hall only to hear Hoyt call out my name. “Hey, Pam?”

As I stepped back to his office door, Hoyt leaned back in his swivel executive chair.

“Ha, Ha, Ha,” he spat. These weird fake laughs characterized the beginning of many of his odd conversations.

“I was thinking about your daughter and her friend and Dracula.”

I probably shook my head up and down.Mostly I just remember standing there thinking he was such a doofus. (Well, he was.)

“Hmmmmph,” he said, followed by more forced Ha, Ha, Ha-s.

“Here I am - 37 years old - and I didn’t know that Dracula came from Pennsylvania.

He was serious!

With a forced straight face, I informed him that Dracula was actually a resident of Transylvania.

“My daughter just got her Sylvanias mixed up,” I explained.

“Oh!” He looked somewhat relieved, then ended our short discourse with,

“Ha, Ha, Ha.”

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