I went to Savannah this past week to celebrate Ben and Danielle's wedding. I left Portland on Thursday about 9 AM (10/9) on a little prop plane to Seattle, it was a short, very entertaining flight. The two flight attendants were actually stand up comics (or they had me and the rest of the flight convinced of it at any rate) and just did the stewards thing on the side. The gals were absolutely a joy with their witty comments, big smiles and their light spirited safety information shpeel. It was a fun way to start the journey. When I got to Seattle, I hiked across the airport and found the gate from which my next plain was departing. In the Sea-Tac airport there are numerous coffee shops, the most popular being Starbucks of course. Northwesterners take their coffee pretty seriously, ya know. Another interesting observation is the presence of built in recycling receptacles to all trash cans in both Portland and Seattle., no recycling to be found in the busy Atlanta airport.
The 4 hour plus flight to Atlanta was a loooooong squished to the window sort of flight. Thank goodness Delta had free satellite TV. Me and Rachel Ray had a good time in the kitchen and I have oodles of design and storage ideas for our house, thanks to the Home and Garden channel. As soon as I stepped off the plane, there was no doubt I was back in the southeast, I could easily shed the winter layers in which I started my journey.
After finding a bite to eat at the Checkers, I found my gate and the sat to people watch in Atlanta for a good 3 hours. Then it was time for another short plane trip to Savannah. There must have been a Red Hat Society convention happening in Savannah that weekend too. There were all sorts of ladies sporting their purple and red wear. There where several carrying red hat boxes while they sported red visors, purple wraps, red shoes or purple sweaters. There was even a gal with purple overhauls. I am sure the whole crew was in for a fabulous fun gathering in Savannah.
As we approached Savannah, I could see lightning flashes in the distance. It was a good ol southern thunderstorm that we were flying into.
We landed safely, the rain must have just passed as there was a smell of rain on the air but nothing falling to the ground. I waited for all the red and purple and black bags as they were carried around the baggage claim carousel and no bag looked familiar to me. Then came the dreaded "final bag" sign and I still had no luggage. So I wandered over to the Delta office, and there was my bag sitting waiting for me. I guess it took a different flight to get to Savannah. My brother was waiting for me and we journeyed to his house. By then it was 11:30 PM. Long day.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
It is hard to resist a sprinkler on a hot summer's day...
Really, who doesn't want to go running through the sprinkler on a hot muggy summer afternoon? This family had the right idea!! (Make sure the sound is on when go to this link.)
http://www.maniacworld.com/twin-baby-moose-in-sprinkler.html
http://www.maniacworld.com/twin-baby-moose-in-sprinkler.html
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Garden Harvest
Saturday, August 30, 2008
It's not summer without a trip to the beach!
I brought a friend of mine with me from Wintergreen farm, where we board. She has a 3 year old draft cross named Special.
We got to our camp site Tuesday afternoon just in time for the tide to be out which makes for great beach riding. We took a short ride letting the wide eyed Special take in the sand, the salt and the sound of the ocean. Warren had seen the beach once before so he did not seem to surprised with the scene when we got to the top of the sand dune. We took a stroll in the wet sand where the waves hand washed it smooth. It did not take long for even the horses to become
soothed by the rhythmic sounds of the ocean. Even though Warren and Special are both comfortable with water, water that moved rapidly towards their feet was a new concept to them, it took a few walking forward and running backward maneuvers until the two of them figured out that they were not going to be attacked by watter approaching them.
Tuesday night we had a potluck dinner with the rest of the gang and hung out for awhile enjoying stories from the season's competitions. Then we all turned in for the night. Warren and Special each got their own corral at our campsite and while Lea camped out next to her horse, a wet, sandy Phoenix slept with me in the horse trailer. (While the horses initially had a little apprehension about the water, Phoenix had no aversion whatsoever; she plopped right in with typical wallowing Phoenix grace and style)
About 2 AM I woke to the sound of rain. It was a little cool and the horses had no roof over their heads so I felt compelled to go through a rain sheet on them. So I used one of the handy super bright flashlights that I had been so lovingly equipped and got the horses tucked in a little snugger for the rest of the night. By the time we started thinking about getting going in the morning, the rain had let up and there was blue sky tyring to break through. After an easy breakfast, Lea and I took the horses down to the beach walk in hand (no riding). As I suspected, Warren couldn't resist the soft sand, he had a lovely roll in the soft stuff. Special had an exciting romp on the beach when her lead line broke and she got a chance to run around freely. Fortunately, she had deiced that Warren was her buddy and after running around Lea in a few circles, she wasn't too interested in getting out of her pal's sight and Lea was able to catch her easily enough. Wednesday afternoon turned out to be beautiful so Lea and I went for another ride, we rode all the way down to Nahlem Bay. It was quite exhilarating to be cantering along the beach with the rhythm of waves crashing on shore and the sounds of two pairs of thunderous hoof beats drumming along.
Early Thursday morning we went for one last ride on the beach before heading home. It was a beautiful morning with the tide and the fog headed out and the sun rising to warm the day. We had a fun time on the coast and look forward to the next time we will return!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Russ the Inventor
Russ loves designing and creating ways to improve the function of a particular tool, widget or gadget. From door knobs to the bathroom shower curtain, our house is full of thoughtful fixes that make living just a little more efficient. This affiliation for engineering has carried over into his hobbies as well. Most of the flashlights in our house (of which there are many, as Russ is an avid collector of high performance flashlights), are modified to hold ultra brigDid you know there is an entire community across the nation that is just as interested in flashlight mods as Russ!!? Well my dear husband has tapped into the community and is learning all kinds of information!!! He has even found a flashlight friend locally in the Portland area! The share all kinds of flashlight stuff. In the past 8 months Russ has been mentioning the need for a lathe to make more flashlight parts for his modifications. With this piece of machinery, he can make even more customized parts. Besides the fact it is another piece of machinery to figure out how to work. It just so happens that our friendly neighborhood craigslist had exactly what he was looking for at a real bargain of a price! In the last few weeks, Russ has not only figured where to get parts and how to run the lathe but he also managed to turn out a large number of flash light parts too - woo - hoo!!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Happy Birthday!!!


We celebrated Russ and our friend Jade's birthdays on the lake in early August. It's not a party on the party barge without balloons and party hats, so I made sure we had both! There was recycled cake (Erica's sister's wedding cake leftovers) and hamburgers cooked with plastic forks (it makes grilling way more exciting!!) and tubing fun to be had by all!!


Saturday, August 9, 2008
August Already!?
Back on the homestead; I have managed to find a way to keep the girls in their pen, they aren't too thrilled with it, but Fern has gone past just laying eggs in random places in the yard. She was jumping the fence and hanging out in the neighbor's yard. That is not okay! So now the chickens are confined we aren't home and they let me know exactly how they feel about it, too! burrawk cluck cluck brrraaawk sqwaaak squaaaak.....
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