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the rest of the day

We took an early dinner in Jackson at the Eagle Mountain House. I love this place, it’s so incredibly beautiful and peaceful. The inn has a large porch shared by a patio restaurant and about 20 rocking chairs for just hanging out in. It was a perfect afternoon.

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Independence Day

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For the first time since I started my new old job, Chris and I had a weekend off. Okay it was Wednesday and Thursday, but it’s my weekend, and more importantly it was two consecutive days off together. Before that we had one lonely single day off.

It was fantastic.

Wednesday was a day of errands and sleeping. But even that was really nice. I love having Chris home, even when I am essentially not paying any attention to him at all.

On Thursday, we we celebrated the 4th with friends near Hayden Island. I paddle boarded, we cruised the harbor in a little motorboat and had a feast dockside. It was lovely. I was with Chris :).

We headed home before the fireworks and had an early evening in. It was the first time ever I have felt rested and rejuvenated before I headed back to work. This is what people who have normal weekends with their family must feel like.

Poems from long ago

In the process of cleaning out my home for the big move, I have come across old journals. Ugh! In them I have found a few pearls, “special only to me” writings that I want to save. I will include them over the few weeks in an effort to preserve some memories..

29 August 1993
On the way to the Park

“That dog looks like Beckett, mommy.”
“I know”
“but Beckett has more spots,” she says pointing
to her body, “all over his body.”
“yes honey, and he had more hair too”
“I miss Beckett mommy”
she lays on the sidewalk and puts her head down
“I miss Kimmy too”
“I miss Kimmy too Dev, I’ll tell her you miss her next time I write”
“I’m sad mommy
I want my name to be Kimmy.”

Family History

Jack and Nora

I found this picture recently of grandparents. It’s a picture I had never seen before; I have no idea where it was taken, only that it was taken in 1972.

I love it; and them. They both passed several years ago. Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about them. My grandmother is the one who taught me to crochet and started my life long love of yarn and fiber crafts. My grandpa was a character, always up for some adventure. I remember once going up to New Hampshire; he begged me to take him, even though I knew he’d hate it. A remote house in the wilderness with no tv was not my grandpa’s idea of fun. We were there maybe an hour and half when he asked to go home. He stuck it out for two days…then I drove him back to Connecticut, stopping in every other New England state along the way to buy lottery tickets.

I didn’t see my grandparents regularly as a kid; one of things I would change about my childhood. The time I did get to spend with them was always fun and easy…nothing ever phased my grandmother. I most loved watching them together; he always called her “Mother” and she always called him “Dad.” I miss them both so very much.

on the northbound train

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on the northbound train
I met an Orthodox monk named Norman
who told me things he questioned telling me
which is how I find myself often
on the receiving end of otherwise untold stories

before I boarded, before I even got to the train station
I asked God for an intervention
He always comes through
He is the Good Shepherd
the Loving Father
never underestimate His love
I was once told

every day I am transfigured
small piece by small piece
cell by cell
most days I cannot feel it
which is ironic because I’m too sensitive
if I am any thing at all

A list of things I have done this year…for when I think I’ve I’ve done nothing..

Modigliani...Gypsy Woman with Baby..at the National Gallery, Washington DC

in no particular order…

1. got married 🙂
in our church and had a lovely reception at the Podkrepa
2. graduated college
3. went to Washington DC
4. went wine tasting in a school bus
5. visited Crater Lake
6. had a painting get accepted into a show
7. went to the coast for Valentine’s
8. took many many, walks with my beloved around the city; some of them very long walks..
9. went on the tram by OHSU
10. threw a great dinner party in our living room
11. watched fire works from the City Grill
12. went to San Francisco and visited family
13. saw those cool jelly fish at the Monterey Bay Aquarium
14. taught yoga
15. learned how to screen print
16. went to Livingroom Theater many times and saw many movies
17. saw the Christmas lights at Peacock Lane
18. spun wool
19. knitted a shrug
20. went to the lovely 50th Anniversary party of Bob and Sylvia and danced with my husband
21. Autumn Supper at the Andersons
22. had mimosas at brunch at Jake’s
23. in fact..I’ve enjoyed many of Portland’s eateries..
24. run with Luka
25. stargazed
26. I’ve painted
27. and made books
28. made lovely dinners for my husband
29. went to a U of O football game
30. watched my step son play high school football
31. went to many art shows
32. celebrated Emily’s birthday in her backyard
33. rode my bike to work
34. helped decorate my church for Christmas and hung out afterwards
35. hosted an adult Formation mtg at my house
36. ate soup with good people at Tamara’s house
37. planted kiwi
38. had my house painted
39 …and my oil tank decommissioned
40. cleaned out my closets
41. made mulled wine
42. read a book, finally!! in fact I read several
43. recovered cpb’s iPhone from a homeless man
44. hosted Thanksgiving dinner
45. played bocce at the Trunz’s
46. and enjoyed fondue at their house too
47. went to two parties at Roxanne’s and Johnny’s
48. played trivia..and even won a few times
49. took many baths
50. went to a BBQ at Mike B’s
51. grew vegetables in my garden..and ate them
52. ate homemade icecream..cpb made it
53. rode on the scooter with cpb all over town
54. ordered pizza at a tiny airport on the Oregon coast
55. spent time with my grown children
56. bought a camera took many photographs
………57. published my 400th post on wordpress

December in Portland

I finished school. Really finished it…as in got a degree finished. I can only say I am relieved.  As much I know that going to college is a privilege, as much as art school is really a luxury, I am relieved.  School stresses me out.  I wish it had been different, that I could have enjoyed it more, but that’s not how it was.

Maybe it was the constant justifying of my going to art school (“yes, art school…what do I intend to do my degree?  Why be an artist of course..”); maybe it was that I am freak around getting a good a grade and not disappointing anyone; maybe it was putting the house on the market and getting married while attending my final quarter of school. I am glad I finished…that’s all I can say.

So it’s the middle of December in Portland now. It’s cold, although not rainy; and I’m not feeling all that Christmasy. I am not feeling all that much of anything but tired and stressed.  I went to mass on Sunday; the sermon made me nostalgic for the passionate and energetic self I have misplaced.  Maybe I’m just getting old.

Chris is off this week, well most of this week.  We didn’t have a honeymoon after the wedding; he went back to work and I went back to school.  Maybe we can honeymoon now.  I think we need a little rest.  And some fun.  I want to laugh; I want to see new things; I want to read and knit and paint…paint just to paint….I want Chris to relax…I want him to write and listen to music and eat well.  I want to see sunshine and take my dog for a walk.I’d really like to see my children, but will have to settle for phone calls and texts.  RJ told me yesterday, “I’m a grown up mom, I live on my own now.” I guess we’re all grown up now.

Autumn Supper

One week after Chris and I were married, we attended the Annual Autumn Supper at Mike and Tina Anderson’s lovely home outisde of Vancouver.  This was my second year attending the beautiful dinner. Last year when I went with Chris, we had just started dating.  This year, we were married.

The dinner was wonderful, served family style around a long table, you can see the picture above.  Many of the people in attendance had been  there last year, some have been there many times, as Mike and Tina have been hosting these dinners for many years.

It was really a sweet evening; a time for gratitude and family and friends.  Children from last year were older and a little bigger.  It’s important to stop and enjoy our days. Too many days we rush around, failing notice what we have and who we share our lives with.

Thank you Mike and Tina for slowing us down…

Text Message from my Daughter in College

Daughter: How would you feel if I bought a shot gun

me: Chris Blair (he texted back first after I read the text aloud): this is either the best bad text or the worst good text I’ve ever read

me: Ditto…Mom

me: How would you feel about having a baby sister or brother

Daughter: I would shoot myself with the shot gun

Daughter: