Saturday, September 28, 2013
In the late morning, I wanted to get a telephoto of how the two flags at the port office (signifying a gale warning, 39-54 mph winds) had slipped halfway down the flagpole. It came out rather blurry, but there it is. The wind, while strong (I later learned it had been 61 mph at Cape Disappointment, the backside of which I can see from my window) was not a cold wind. So during a lull in the rain, I went out to take a video of the windy bogsy wood with my phone. You may be able to view it here.
I became thoroughly occupied with a new Facebook page that will be a repository for my non-Ilwaco photos of the Long Beach Peninsula. I had no intention of going to Olde Towne in the bad weather…until I get a message from Luanne who sounded kind of lonely! So we went, and I was glad we did as our friend Kelly was there and, with no other customers except for her niece, Luanne was able to sit and visit with us.
I was also glad that I had not walked there as the rain was absolutely sheeting down beyond any amount I have seen so far this year. (I later learned that Astoria had something like three inches of rain.)
Amazingly the rain stopped for awhile after we returned home. The Danger Tree was still standing and had not lost a limb.
In a lull with no wind, I took a walk through the bogsy wood. It had been completely devoid of any standing water the evening before.
It’s rare to see the water standing this deep on the lawn to the north of the bogsy wood.
I’ve never seen the bridge swale this deep this early in the year.
Sad though it is, I think I must admit that the cosmos in the garden boat are goners. Some years they bloom into bulb planting time.
I’m not much for going out in the evening (except for dinner) anymore. Something certainly changed in me along the way because in my twenties and thirties I was out clubbing two or more nights a week. (Some of those evenings turned out so boring that I would have been better off staying in and reading a book, although many excellent bands were seen back in the day.) However, after our recent daytime visit to The Sou’wester, where I lived for a year in 1993, I resolved to go out to more of their musical events…for old times’ sake. It was an effort to leave home comforts to go out the door at almost 8 PM to hear a concert opening their Artist Residency program!
Once we were there, the living room felt so familiar.
We talked with a teacher and mechanic couple who were visiting from Portland. She had fallen in love with the Sou’wester much as I had in 1991. I warned her how I had come on vacation in fall of ’92, a vacation that got longer and longer until I suddenly upped stakes and moved here. She loves her job in Portland, but don’t underestimate the lure of Seaview. While we talked, I absorbed the familiar details of the room.
The sound of guests in the four upstairs suites going up and down the stairs took me back twenty years.
Many an hour I had spent in the office just to the left in the above photo.
New owner Thandi has a staff of friends to help her run the place. Back in our time, Robert and I were the only staff to do all the cleaning, repairs, office work, lawn mowing to help the previous owners who were in their mid 60s at the time. With the staff who were there that evening, and a few guests who attended the performance, listening to songwriter Nick Jaina was a quiet and personal experience.
Allan took this photo just as the show started.
I wanted to get a photo that captured how I felt being surrounded by Sou’westerness again and listening to the songs at the same time.
He told us the story of having stayed in one of the vintage trailers to write twenty songs in one day. In his article about that experience is a photo of the exact trailer (I think) that Robert and I lived in for several months in ’93 (unless the resort has acquired another Spartan RV with curved front windows like that).
I remembered so many things while sitting in the living room listening to Nick’s excellent songs. How I knew that the previous owners had bought the Sou’wester (in a state of great disrepair) when they were fifty. I moved there when I was thirty seven, and ever since I have thought that age 50 was the benchmark for starting a big new thing and after age 50 it would be too late. Now I am 58 and that is a disturbing thought.
Then I thought about age for quite a few minutes. A lot of the people at the Sou’wester now look to be in their 20s and 30s. I thought, Do they realize we are pretty much the same? I know I did not realize that about “older people” until I became an older person.
Nick closed with the most amazing song…something like “I’m in the middle of a story that is breaking my heart; I won’t be with you when our plans finally come apart.” It certainly brought back memories of assorted heartbreaks. As I said, I have not been to a concert of this sort for a very very long time. I bought Nick’s CD. The song is called “I’ll Become Everything.” Give it a listen for some angsty memories.
Upon departing, the sight of the lodge with its windows aglow reminded me of evenings walking back from the beach at dusk and seeing these lights, and then the light in the window of the old Spartan Manor trailer that I stayed in.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Rain. Wind. Blogging. Did not set one toe outside. Deleted over 2000 extra photos from iPhoto and got the “Our Long Beach Peninsula’ page well stocked with photos. I want to leave some history behind, but it is all based on the hope that WordPress and Facebook will linger on long after me.
Allan pointed out that our dinner was 75% food from the garden: three different kinds of peppers and garlic sauteed with baby red potatoes, and tomatoes, and Cox’s Orange Pippin apples all next to some fish.