If we had keen vision and feeling of all ordinary life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
George Eliot
It is Wednesday, and I cannot seem to wake up. Not that it being Wednesday has anything to do with it. I was tired yesterday, too. I actually fell asleep while listening to the radio, fully upright, in a chair. The minutes between 3:30 and 4:00 lost to a vortex of slumber. That is usually a hubster move. Bless his gigantic heart, that handsome fella can sleep anywhere, anytime. I tend to be more of the Goldilocks variety, so it came as quite a surprise to me.
It’s dahlia time in the garden, beautiful dahlias – such marvelously constructed flowers. And August. How is it August already? Maybe I’ve slept for longer than I recall. Maybe I haven’t been awake for a long time. Do you ever feel that way? Or maybe the opposite? Sometimes I wonder if, on those days when I am thoroughly spent by 8:00, and Charlie Rose, no matter how fascinating the guest, seems an impossibility, I’ve been so very awake, so hyper aware that my senses cannot take one more bit of noticing, feeling, smelling and collapse blissfully onto my pillow. Is that it? I wish I knew. I am my own mystery, gentle readers, truly.
Sure, there are things I know about myself, but so much more that I can’t quite put my finger on, so much that keeps me wondering. In some ways I like it, but in others, I just want some answers or a bit of clarity. Maybe an impressionistic painting. Who is going to paint a Van Gogh of my life? A good question to ponder on a sleepy Wednesday.
What question would you like answered?
The whole earth was brimming sunshine that morning. She tripped along, the clear sky pouring liquid blue into her soul.
Theodore Dreiser
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Singing the theme song. And no, she is not being beamed away in the process – just an ill placed light pole.
Two great minds that go great together (like Reese’s!).
Spock and Uhura
Khan!
Those compression chambers get me every time.
A preview of next season…
Awesome Portlanders!
Dang it, Portland, you are awesome, really. Filled with fine sights, lovely weather, a love for the environment, and that sometimes zany creative spirit, I can’t think of a finer place for this red roofed writer to call home.
Take, for instance, this past weekend. The hubster and I had a fine outing to North Portland (NoPo if you are so inclined – I am not) for a play-like production of an episode of Star Trek, “Space Seed” to be precise. First, I just love that a group of people would think to do this – a live production of an iconic television show, why not? Second, to be supported by such masses of people, Trekkies and non-Trekkies alike (peace and harmony!), that there was scarcely a place to sit within earshot after we arrived (90 minutes before showtime, I might add). Seriously, how cool is that?!
Anyhoo, it was a grand time, and though the set was rather simple, it was better than alright: the singing of the theme song, the sound effects, the witty repartee, and, of course, Captain Kirk battling with Khan(!). Called Trek in the Park and put on by Atomic Arts, it is word for word, blow by blow, and laugh for laugh accurate. I never thought it could be so fun!
We followed our adventure with a stop at one of our world famous food cart restaurants (Portland is ranked number ONE in the world for street food according to Budget Travel). A place I’d been wanting to try for ages, it didn’t disappoint. A perfect end to a terrific day, but I won’t spoil it with too many words. I’ll let the pictures do the majority of the talking…
Grilled Cheese Gromit!
Get on the bus…
Sip some bubbly…
Eat a sammy – The Jalapeno Popper and The Jersey.
Be Happy!
Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain and mist to cloud again,
Tomorrow be today.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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