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Owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are god. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realize that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they draw the conclusion that they are gods.
Christopher Hitchens
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Continuing my love affair with the Saint John’s Bridge…
and this city!
Warming up at the James John Cafe. Go for a wee biscuit and gravy! Mmm…
Happy 91st Birthday to you, Grandma! I love you…
Off for a long weekend retreat, planned when I thought a lack of sun would be weighing down on us. Happy to be wrong, we left sunny Portland for sunny Bend.
Mount Hood
Three Fingered Jack
Mount Jefferson
Fishermen on the Deschutes
Warm Springs
Railroad Bridge over the Crooked River at Peter Skene Ogden Viewpoint
Juniper Country
Gotta love a palindrome!
In Bend now, at the Old Mill District
The Hubster’s favorite.
Margarita and super fabulous Relleno at Hola!
We stayed at Brasada Ranch. Lovely and picturesque, it was everything we could have asked for. This was the awe-inspiring view from our room, with me waking early to watch the sun light the Sisters each morning.
South
I have never seen so many Robins! They are VERY keen on juniper berries.
gnarled old juniper
Fake smile and, quite possibly, the best pimento cheese ever at Drake. They have pretty snazzy cocktails, tip-top service, and a bad-ass roasted trout, too.
Homeward bound through fog-laden Prineville.
Mount Hood, again – jiggity-jig!
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly.
Theodore Roosevelt
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Happy Thanksgiving!
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How cute is our little Schmoo? I think that is nick name no. 100 for him, by the way. Funny how that goes.
My favorite four-year-old is now FIVE! It was a fun filled afternoon of picking him up from school (where he is rather handily learning and singing Chinese), choosing and reading books from the library, watching a movie, making pizza, puzzles, and colossal block towers. Squee!
We hosted a cocktail party with some of our best pals, with much imbibing, laughing, eating, and reminiscing after one GIGANTIC glitch. I went to the store to get ice and those last minute items one always seems to need, and on the way home the poor little Mini went kaput. On Powell Boulevard! During rush hour! Thankfully, I was rescued by Kate and Kimberly, two lovely ladies in a Volkswagen with Montana plates (Are you reading? Please let me buy you that beer!). They stopped to help while others zoomed and honked, even though my hazards were madly blinking. Then, the nice TriMet driver instructed a passel of burly teens to push my car to the safety of the Wendy’s parking lot. The cherry on top? Kate and Kimberly loaded the wagon of all my party goods without a second thought and whisked me home. Oh, fantastically marvelous helping hands of the universe, I LOVE YOU!
As for the Mini, it was the transmission, and it could not be salvaged. Apparently it was a problem particular to 2003, and one that we forestalled by babying it and only driving some 55,000 miles. So now, a bit ahead of schedule, we are getting a new Mini, and our mechanic is getting gently used one in fine condition, save one minor (ahem) detail. It all works out in the end, doesn’t it?
Banana Cardamom Ginger Smoothie
We bought a Vitamix, and it is ON, peeps, ON!
Sometimes I forget what a looker the hubster is.
This photo reminded me in a BIG way.
Her tights had sparkles on them!
Welcome to Under a Red Roof.
I’m Colleen Sohn, writer, poet, dreamer.
I like to take pictures.
I’m a bit silly, love yoga, dancing, eating, music, and good stories, because bad ones are a bummer.
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