Monthly Archives: June 2009

License Plates

Oregon is bringing back the blue-and-yellow license plates from my youth, which I was super disappointed to discover I could no longer get when I moved back.

They will be $100 with the money going to the Oregon Historical Society which I know has been struggling this year and also the State Capital Foundation. Wish I could justify it – I love a good Historical Society, and this is definitely my history here. Maybe as a treat next year, I’ll splurge and get one.

Feels like summer is finally here.

Today has been really cool so far.

I didn’t sleep very much last night, and what sleep I got was peppered with bizarre and surreal dreams (I was often happy that I woke up and after the worst one at 3:30 a.m., I stayed up reading for an hour to clear my head). Despite that, it is impossible not to be happy today with 77 degree weather, and an impossibly blue sky.

I hopped in the shower right away this morning, grabbed my cowboy hat and strolled up to the King Market Sunday farmers’ market near my neighborhood. I didn’t grab much of a bag, just a backpack purse because I was only going to check it out. Snort. Not only did I fill the backpack to bursting, but I had to carry a seperate bag in my hands.

It is a good market – a good number of my favorite vendors from the PSU market were there. I bought blueberries, blackberries, potatoes, green beans, and summer squash. I’m counting the walk back as backpack conditioning. Next time I go, I am going to sample the tamales vendor – they looked really good and they had a vegetarian tamale that had jalapenos in it which looked sooooo yummy.

Got home and discovered that the blackberries were ever so slightly soft so I decided to use them up in agua fresca. We’ve been getting about 2 cucumbers a week from Groundwork Organics in our CSA box, and not being a huge cucumber fan, I decided to use them up in agua fresca. Blackberry cucumber agua fresca is an odd combination, but strangely refreshing and I’m enjoying drinking it quite a bit today.

Only other major plans today are to work on some freelance and then Katie and I are going to walk to dinner somewhere. Yay for more walking!

Gretchen and her kids arrive in less than a week, I am so excited!

Feels like summer is finally here.

Today has been really cool so far.

I didn’t sleep very much last night, and what sleep I got was peppered with bizarre and surreal dreams (I was often happy that I woke up and after the worst one at 3:30 a.m., I stayed up reading for an hour to clear my head). Despite that, it is impossible not to be happy today with 77 degree weather, and an impossibly blue sky.

I hopped in the shower right away this morning, grabbed my cowboy hat and strolled up to the King Market Sunday farmers’ market near my neighborhood. I didn’t grab much of a bag, just a backpack purse because I was only going to check it out. Snort. Not only did I fill the backpack to bursting, but I had to carry a seperate bag in my hands.

It is a good market – a good number of my favorite vendors from the PSU market were there. I bought blueberries, blackberries, potatoes, green beans, bay shrimp and summer squash. I’m counting the walk back as backpack conditioning. Next time I go, I am going to sample the tamales vendor – they looked really good and they had a vegetarian tamale that had jalapenos in it which looked sooooo yummy.

Got home and discovered that the blackberries were ever so slightly soft so I decided to use them up in agua fresca. We’ve been getting about 2 cucumbers a week from Groundwork Organics in our CSA box, and not being a huge cucumber fan, I decided to use them up in agua fresca. Blackberry cucumber agua fresca is an odd combination, but strangely refreshing and I’m enjoying drinking it quite a bit today.

Only other major plans today are to work on some freelance and then Katie and I are going to walk to dinner somewhere. Yay for more walking!

Gretchen and her kids arrive in less than a week, I am so excited!

In which Dean and Michele come to Portland; we see more of the coast

View from Ecola Park.

View from Ecola Park.

Michele and Dean came for a visit. They were here for a few days and then drove to Coeur d’Alene to watch the Ironman.

Michele and Dean on Hwy 101, north of Cannon Beach.

Michele and Dean on Hwy 101, north of Cannon Beach.

While they were here, we headed to the northern part of the coast to drop them off for a bike ride. We got a late start, so they ended up only riding for a few hours, but they said it was a completely beautiful ride. They went over the passes on Hwy 101! They took the ride that I always say “wow, these are brave and crazy people to climb this mountain on a bike.”

Dean said the only really scary part was going through the tunnel, despite the fact that you can hit a button as you enter it that causes a light to flash and indicate “Bikes in the tunnel” “Bikes in the tunnel!” This is supposed to tell car drivers to go 30 mph, but I’ll be honest and say that this is the first time I noticed that I was supposed to go 30 when the light flashes, so someone might want to make that a little clearer. I wonder if I will ever be a person on a bike who sees a hill and says “Oh neat!” instead of “oh shit!”?

We picked them up just south of Tillamook and drove into Lincoln City just before sunset. We ended up eating at Fathoms and watching the sunset.

Lookign toward Cape Foulweather from our room at Inn at Otter Crest.

Lookign toward Cape Foulweather from our room at Inn at Otter Crest.

We stayed at Inn at Otter Crest again, which was alright. The restaurant is closed now, and it sounds like the hotel is undergoing a change of management. We stayed on the headland side, right up front. Very beautiful, and we had a few colonies of harbor seals in front of us, which were great to watch and listen to the next morning. We also watched the fog roll in and out as we waited for low tide.

Michele tidepooling.

Michele tidepooling.

Wandered down to the Devil’s Punchbowl tidepools, where we saw more hermit crabs than I’ve ever seen in a tidepool, and some spider crabs, and a ton of anemone. No urchins this time, although we did find bits of their tests. Given that urchins are often signs of an unhealthy tidal pool, that was great.

Michele, Brian and Dean inside the Devil's Punchbowl.

Michele, Brian and Dean inside the Devil's Punchbowl.

We wandered into the punchbowl during low tide (I’m so overly cautious about this due a number of people getting trapped there) and then up to Mo’s for some clam chowder, the reward of tidepoolers in Oregon. We saw some whales too – but I didn’t get a good enough look to identify. I’ll say greys, but I think they were smaller than that.

Finished up the day by going to the Oregon Aquarium and watching all the fish. They’ve raised the rates to $15/person, ouch! Maybe buying a membership again makes sense. We’ll see. I told Brian that maybe some marine biology or oceanography classes would be a nice birthday or Christmas present for me. I also think I should go volunteer at the Aquarium, it’d make me pretty happy. We’ll see, I’d have to pay for a hotel or camp, so that will have to wait until I have a job, and if I have a job, I’ll not have too much time to do it.

Then, off to Coeur d’Alene to watch the Ironman – I’ll post some pictures of that later. It was strange to be there without saying hello to Wilma, but fun to wander downtown.

Post weekend typing.

Let’s see, what have I been doing? Laying low mostly, I guess.

Tim came for a short visit – he flew on on Wednesday and flew out on Saturday. It was for an interview, which they rescheduled to a date after that once he was already here. He had a different one though, so maybe that’ll pan out. We took the bus over to Ground Kontrol the first night he was here. One of Brian’s friends was DJing and it was free play night (yay!) so I got to play any game that struck my fancy. It was a great night to be downtown, and we stayed pretty late and had to take a cab home.

Friday night, Brian, Tim and I headed out because I won tickets to Mississippi Studios to see Jonah, Caught in Motion and Tango Alpha Tango. I was stoked because I’ve really wanted to see Tango Alpha Tango, and also wanted to see Mississippi Studios (I had hoped to go the night Thao played there, but we were were too tired from driving back from San Francisco and had to pass).

Started the night at Por Que No for dinner and moved onto Amnesia for a beer or two before the show. Brian’s beer allergy is somewhat back and they don’t have liquor at Amnesia so we moved to Crow Bar. Hadn’t been there yet, and I have to say I really liked it. Brian and I will head back sometime soon.

Mississippi Studios is a great place to see music. It’s recently been renovated, and the lower area is for standing, and there’s an upstairs area that has theater seating and a row of chairs. Kinda reminded me of a more intimate High Noon Saloon. We were there early enough to get the first row upstairs so we sat there. In listening to myspace before the show, I really had though we were going to like Jonah best, but we all really loved Tango Alpha Tango. Brian shushed me at one point because I was talking more than he’d like – he wanted to listen to them. Neat. They are playing at the end of the month and I think I’m going to try to go to it.

Oh! And! I got to try the Grill Cheese bus. On the way home we swung by it and split a grilled cheese. Yum! They were closing for the night and it was only 12:30 so I hope they are doing better than that implies. I still want to go on a night where I am there just for them (but oh, the Bye and Bye’s siren call is hard for me to resist). Still, eating grilled cheese at a picnic table at night rocks, and if it’s raining, they have a bus you can sit in to eat your grilled cheese. Mmmm.

This week I’m doing a bunch of freelance, which I am going to try to get wrapped up before Dean and Michele get here on Friday night. All sorts of things to do then – the coast, and a hike or two, and just loving Portland.

Ichabod.

Ichabod.

While I was fighting for control of my workout mat this morning to do yoga (yeah, how relaxing is that, battling evil kitty strikes?), I was thinking about when Ichabod was a little kitten, and how odd his learning process always has been.

There was one point when he was really little (maybe six months?) and I was getting something out of the dresser. He was sitting on the bed and I had my back to him. For some reason, he thought it would be a great idea to launch himself from the bed at my ass, all four sets of claws out. I was wearing a skirt that day, and the yell I let out probably not only scared him, but our tenant at that time too – when you are not expecting a cat-attack to the ass, it is a startling thing. Come to think of it, I never expected that until just that moment.

All sorts of fun visits and visitors coming up – really looking forward to it!