Saturday, April 30, 2011
I could have also titled this post, Crazy which probably goes without saying.
Anyway, the bamboo is running rampant (literally) in the yard and needed a home where it wouldn't roam. We bought these "cattle watering units" in town to use as planters. I thought they looked like bathtubs and wanted to have some fun before they were filled. Because Bob is as equally crazy, he agreed.
Won't this photo make a nice Christmas card?
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I stumbled upon this rather disturbing scene on my way to the beach. It appeared to be a fresh grave set at the edge of the Wayside. After a momentary panic, I realized it was the remains of the town cow I posted about a few months ago. http://saltairstation.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-now-green-cow.html
What the heck happened to it? I remember there was talk of a petition to have it moved, but that was the last I had heard. I searched the area for clues, but found none. Since there are no "Missing: Have You Seen This Cow?" posters stapled to the telephone poles around town, I must believe he is in a better place.
Monday, April 25, 2011
I too love the sound of the kids on our street playing outside on a spring day. I also love all the other sounds they make like crying for a bottle, squealing as they run from the waves and shouting at each other as if being louder will win the argument…or will it?
Even on an airplane, the sounds they make don’t trouble me. They are just being kids. Kids who don’t know why they must stay buckled into a chair for hours. It must be very frustrating to be held captive and not to understand why. In fact, when I hear a child screaming five hours into a flight, I am thinking “You said it, buddy, I feel the exact same way.”
There are also days when I have to use all of my "adult power" not to:
Hop around, wildly flapping my arms when I find a dollar bill in my coat pocket
Scream because I can’t have any dessert
Make faces at people during a meeting to try to make them laugh
Throw myself on the floor because I don’t want to go to the grocery store
Tell the airport security agent to, “Make me!” when he asks me to take off my shoes.
How delightful to be able to express what you are feeling. It is truly joyful noise!
Saturday, April 23, 2011
These are Bob’s beach barbells. He built them with two floats and a piece of driftwood we found on Nedonna Beach. He then proceeded do his strong man act for me and I was, of course, required to swoon.
Besides finding the100 year old shipwreck , we really haven’t found too many treasures while beachcombing. The good news is we haven’t found too much garbage either, our beach is pretty clean. All that might change in the upcoming years as researchers in Hawaii have created a simulation showing exactly how the houses, tires, chemicals and trees washed to sea by the March 11 tsunami will float across the Pacific and eventually hit the US coast.
“PSU oceanographer, Curt Petersen, has studied ocean currents for years. He says debris from the Japanese tsunami is currently making its way across the Pacific Ocean. Debris is getting caught up in the system of ocean currents that will eventually circulate it over to our coast. Peterson believes the heavier debris will sink, but he predicts we will see the lighter stuff, including washed-up timber from all the devastated structures, in about a year.” Source: The Oregonian.
The devastation of the tsunami will be undeniable for those of us living on the Oregon Coast.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
With hair wet enough to cause streams of water to run down my forehead into my eyes, I stomped back down the street. Along the curb beside me, the water rushed toward a storm drain. The drain at the corner drain was clogged and had caused a rather large puddle to form. Smack in the middle of the puddle was a crow. This crow was having a fabulous time in the water. He was dipping, flapping, rolling and splashing like a character from a cartoon shower scene.
His antics got the better of me and a smile crept upon my face. Just upturned corners at first, but then a wide grin followed by laughter. Apparently, one woman’s puddle is a crow’s afternoon at the spa.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Please let me know asap! Thank you.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
When I say everything, I mean everything. Doorknobs, cars, outdoor furniture and food containers are all fair game. The metal tins of spices in my cupboards at first just clumped all of the contents into an unusable wad of spice and then proceeded to rust around the edges staining the cabinets.
I thought it was so strange the Tillamook Fred Meyer’s had plastic shopping carts when we first moved here. Now I get it. The realtor who sold us the house told us the type of door locks to buy that wouldn’t rust shut. I get that too. I try to use stainless steel, glass and wood whenever possible (although our stainless steel heater managed to rust indoors, over the winter).
Our recent trip to the local hardware store for a wheel barrow was another reminder. The clerk was extremely excited the best one currently on sale. When she brought it out for us, we saw that it was molded black plastic. The disappointment showing on our faces, Bob questioned her about it. Her response, “Really, sir, it won’t rust!” We shut up and bought it.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Braving the weather, I pulled up at the store and opened the car door. It caught a gust of wind and quickly blew back on its hinges. Hopping out into the downpour, I wrestled the car door shut. Running the 20 feet into the store caused me to get completely drenched and wind whipped. The store's door opened with the same velocity as the car door just had and closed with a similar amount of effort on my part.
Once the door was secured, dripping wet and disheveled, I turned around to face the shopkeeper who had been watching my struggle. Without batting an eye, in a completely monotone voice, he said, "They say it's supposed to rain today."
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Yes, radiating out from the corners of my eyes were crow’s feet—three telltale wrinkles. Oh, how happy I was to see them on my own sweet face.
Even as a young girl, I always loved crow’s feet. My grandpa had them. So did Robert Redford as I gazed up at him on the big screen in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. I saw them on sailors who spent time in the wind and the sun and the water. I savored them on old women, whose wrinkled faces radiated compassion and told the story of their lives.
Gentle, beautiful wrinkles accentuating the eyes that have witnessed our entire lives. They are the sign of time spent outdoors in nature, the sign of aging with grace and the sign of wisdom. I wear mine proudly for they are a symbol of the understanding I have gained thus far and the knowledge still to come.