new camera
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Christmas
addition
F O G
new
Triumph
lattes
so long 2013…
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friend
Ever grateful to be surrounded by kind, generous, loving, fun, and funny people I so admire. We fill our time immersed in the beautifully mundane, like sipping hot cider and smoothies, dreaming, shopping, and texting. We spend mornings together in sunlit offices, some thousand miles apart. We walk and ride and chat, on bikes and in cars. We eat, gape, and sigh. But, best of all, we share the finest, most vulnerable and tender parts of ourselves. It’s not just friendship, it’s love.
birds
table
Thanksgiving feast for two, complete with our first successful batch of home made hard cider from our own apples. Woot!!
Awaiting “breakfast for dinner” with friends. The fabulous cloth is vintage and from my Grandma, and the tall crystal glasses (used for smoothies!) inherited from the hubster’s family.
basement
out and about
The bottom photo was taken at Stickers, one of our long-time favorite restaurants. They have, hands down, the best scallion cakes, kung pao chicken, and bulgogi beef the hubster and I have ever tasted, and believe me, we’ve tried plenty. It’s cozy and fantastically decorated, too, with a friendly staff and quick kitchen. Since it is neither new nor trendy, we’ve never had to wait for a table — in other words, the best of the best!
L I G H T !
Tags: Friendship, Oregon, Portland, Restaurants
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!
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 a 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!
A million thanks to Veterans and their families, for all you have given, for all you continue to give.
