Tried to capture the beauty of the tulips Kari gave me. They were gorgeous! Of course, little Trudi seemed to get in the background of the picture. Ohhh, and the bright light glow from outside… How I love the changing from Winter to Spring!
Monthly Archives: February 2010
night of chill music at the Doug Fir
What a great night we had last night with friends at the Doug Fir. Shoeshine Blue set the mood to “chill-zone”. They are super mellow, folk, Bob Dylan type band. I really like them! The other band, Peter Bernhard jammed out to some up-beat Paul Simon type tunes. Rad rad rad!
Doug Fir, I think I luuuuuuuuuv you.
repeat
Repeat. I know. I suck. But, I’ve got Junet on the brain. The last time I saw her was … gasp…October. We went to Tapa the World for a yummy dinner with friends and then to Celesin’s for tasty drinks and a rum cake for dessert. I took this photo at Celestin’s. I love it. And, just perfectly,… it reminds me of “Junet”.
Anyway, I’m sad for Junet. She is like one of my life-long best friends. She’s like a sister to me. We might not talk everyday, but we’ve got a psychic connection with each other. We’re very connected. Each time we talk whether by phone, online, or in person we totally regress to our silly, dumb ass high school days of pure– giddy. Her cat Tikken just died. And, I know just how sad she is. I can feel the sadness in my heart. There is nothing like losing a pet. A pet who you’ve had for YEARS. Sometimes, pets are with you longer than your current partner/spouse or more. Day and Night. They greet you at the door, tell you all about their day, and just when you feel like you don’t have an ounce of love to give them — they jump on your lap and warm you up with purr purr purrrr.
I’m sorry, Junet. I’m sad for Bebe.
RIP Tikken.
like a lizard to a rock
Wow. So I finally experienced it first hand. What I’m talking about is the “lizard on a rock” syndrome that everyone experiences in the northwest. This winter has actually been quite mild. But, because it’s my first winter since I moved from NorCacky — but really NorCal — it’s been a trip to experience this climate first hand. I thought I was doing okay with my daily Vitamin D intake. I thought I was feeling fine and not too bothered by the GREY DAYS the northwest blankets on me. I knew that I was depressed for parts of November & December, but then I got a job and I thought I was smiling big and ontop of the world – again. I never realized the true effect that the lack of ***sunshine*** really had on my mood until last weekend. The weather has been truly mucky-muck since before the new year. Then, the northwest was graced with this flukey 60 degree weather for a solid week. Yay! I decided that it would be good for my spirit and soul to be outside. I decided to go out and catch as many rays as possible before they disappeared again. Saturday and Sunday we did just that. I took these photos on Sunday afternoon at Laurelhurst Park.
At first, it was just me & Kari and a few families here and there enjoying a nice stroll through the park. We decided to sit for a while on the grass. As I nestled my sweatshirt under my bum I began to look around. I noticed that people were coming out of the woodwork like pod people just to sit in the park and sun bath. The “Lizard on a rock” syndrome that I’m talking about. What a trip!
As I write this, I am sitting on my couch late at night listening to the sounds of the rain drip drip dripping again. In less than 24 hours, the sunshine has gone back to hide-n-go-seek and the rain clouds have blanketed this wonderful City of Roses once again.
I’ve gotta say that I’m thankful that it’s been a mild winter. I’m hoping that by next winter I’ll be a millionaire so I can jump the next flight to South America on my private jet —whenever I want to in order to soak up the blazing sunshine on my cheeks instead of being part of a torture experiment by the “drip-drip-drip.”
Portland murals
If you like public art, then Portland is the place to visit. Portland murals can be found on practically every street corner especially in the SE quadrant of the city. I pass by this particular one at least once a week. It speaks volumes about not only the thriving, robust art community in Portland, but it also highlights the coffee drinking trend that is rampant here.
sunny February in Portland, Oregon
I know I should be complaining about this flukey 60degree week, long weather that we’re having in Portland. This is more than likely a true sign that global warming has amounted to climate change. It really is terrible what humans have done to expedite the warming of the earth. However, you’ll need to pardon me for a moment.
Can I just say that it has been such a treat to have the sun warm up my bones and pull me outta my Portland-wintery-funk for a few days. I ain’t complainin’ one bit!
Thank you, Mother Nature! Bring on another week of sunshine!
clouds and angels
Portland, Oregon weather report is 60degrees and sunny for the next couple of days! I’ll take it!
birdhouse in your soul
I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend
But really I’m not actually your friend
But I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It’s a simple message and I’m leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e
My story’s infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn’t rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend
But really I’m not actually your friend
But I am
There’s a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
I’d be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels its always near
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
(and while you’re at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you’re at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you’re at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
