Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Ode to Company

(Ahem)

My visitors have come and gone
We dashed about
and now we're done
It's back to the grind
"worker-bee" time
So sad
.. and so bad
... and we're bummed

The silverware is still intact
(Ryan wanted to know that fact)
Though the tulips we bought are fading fast
(even the one Maddie chewed and passed)
the dahlias got planted
the train ride - enchanted!
So sad
.. and so bad
... and we're bummed

The End.

(Big, big thanks to Janet and Render for coming to visit - and we're really looking forward to Carl and Kathy coming soon!)

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Company's coming!

My brother-in-law's business trip to Seattle means that my sister gets to tag along and visit - they'll be here tomorrow. I love getting visitors - and this is the first time anyone from the family has been to see our house so that's exciting in itself. Unfortunately the weather is 'iffy' (but when isn't it in Seattle?)

While trying to think of what to do - tourist activity wise - while they are here I realized that Mark and I haven't done the extensive exploring in this area that we usually do when we move to a new place. To some extent that has been influenced by the fact that we were here as tourists before moving here and already had some favorite places - which we keep going back to. But in addition, the distances involved, and the winter closings in this pretty-far-north place have necessarily minimized our wanderings. We're also finding it a bit crowded; Seattle-ites like to get out too!

But mostly it is because we spent those hellish months in that awful apartment situation and now that we finally have a home again, where it is peaceful and interesting and where much needs to be done to make it our own, we are content to stay in it.

In all my moving around the country the thing that has characterized my lifestyle more than anything is this "when in Rome" sort of thing - adapt to what is there and what the moment calls for. In Alaska I quilted, went to potlucks, and read a lot. In Oregon we wandered in the city, took long walks and gardened. In California we hiked. (And hiked. And hiked...) In Kentucky we explored.

And here? Maybe we are just meant to be homebodies.

Still, it's nice to be getting company.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Working

I suddenly find myself the reluctant holder of a full time job. Not of my asking. Not my intention at all. (And decidedly NOT part of The Plan!) But things happen that way on occasion and I just need to make the best of it. The other person of our 2-person staff is suddenly gone and now I’m ‘it.’

Temporarily.

And so it is back to juggling meals and housework and errands and personal business with a job. It’s hard to do. And I think I’ve forgotten how. Ten hours away from home each day is going to be hard on me – and hard on the cats. Yet poor Mark has been doing it all along. So I need to ‘suck it up’ and get back in the swing.

It’s only been a day and a half – and already I am very glad it’s Friday!

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Cooking Shows

Somehow I can’t resist them – the cooking shows on Food Network. My favorites, just now, are Barefoot Contessa and Everyday Italian, although ‘favorites’ can often change. Mark can’t stand Rachel Ray so I don’t watch that one any more but I’ve gotten some great recipes from her show… Don’t trust the one with the unnaturally thin woman (no good cook is a skinny cook?) doing Semi-Homemade and, although Paula Dean (who always starts cooking with a pound of butter) is my kind of gal I am finding her a little over-exposed and loud these days.

But I have some ‘pet peeves’ about cooking shows (“of course,” you say.) And they are these:

  • Why don’t they ever scrape the bowl or the beaters or whatever container they are using? They waste half the recipe by simply not getting it out of the mixing bowl. “That’s 3 cookies you are washing down the sink!!!” I want to scream at the screen.
  • They don’t wash or wipe off their hands in between actions – so they are tossing vegetables in olive oil with their hands and then picking up the baking dish and opening the oven door and sliding the dish in the oven… the dish will burn oil off the bottom and they will have oily fingerprints all over their kitchen! Were these women born in a barn?
  • What’s with the spreading of salt from a dish by hand? (See above sanitation comment.)
  • Either they don’t measure at all – “just add about a quarter cup” they say, while pouring in three times that – or they measure carefully and then just leave half of what they measured in the measuring cup. I know they are on a tight schedule, but really!
  • And who decided that they always have to ‘taste’ the end product and roll their eyes in ecstasy or otherwise indicate, visually, that the food is good? News here: you can’t convey taste with anything but a taste.

Ok now. I feel better. Don't you?

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Skagit Valley Tulip Festival





It's tulip time! Somehow we timed it just right again this year, and found a wonder-world of flowers in the Skagit Valley.




Hope everyone has a Happy Easter!

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Can they do that?

The lead story on MSNBC for a while yesterday had to do with the miseries of air travel. It was accompanied by a picture – two middle aged, overweight people, a man and a woman, trapped in the middle seats on a wide-body jet, heads back, eyes closed, jaws slack, hair askew…



Can they just take a picture of anyone in a public place and use it in a news story? That must be the case, because I can’t imagine that they got permission from these poor folks.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

A mini vacation

We took a little weekend vacation to Cannon Beach, Oregon; three glorious days where the rain only happened when we were inside anyway, the food was great, the hotel quiet, the sunsets sensational and the temperatures almost balmy. It was wonderful. We hiked in the hills, walked on the beach, poked around in all the little 'artsy' shops, took a bazillion pictures and added two more lighthouse visits to our list. Weekends should be like this.


Mark has renewed his determination to win the lottery.






The bridge is at Astoria and over the very end of the Columbia River. Our vantage point was the Astoria Column, high on the hill overlooking the town.


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