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Today was a short walk to the library that turned long on an impulse.

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The robins have returned on our block. 

I stopped at the local accountant with a question about the soon-to-be-taxes.

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Jennifer’s office and her springtime window display. 

Helen, happily asleep in the above picture, woke up to check me out.

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tummy rub time 

Then it was on to the library. When that was done it was on to Black Lake as I had some extra time. There was still a trail I hadn’t walked yet. I should have brought a different camera as too many of today’s attempted pictures ended up tossed.

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A windless day

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Sometimes I can spot someone fishing at the point.

The swans have been back since the lake iced up around January 5.

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there are even more off the photograph

I heard a speculation that the swans may have returned because the vegetation killer has worn off since it was applied late 2015.

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dabbling

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A healthy way to stay warm on a cool day.

Aha, I discovered the prestigious Black Lake Yacht club still carries on. It is partially dedicated to providing local colour to our lake. 

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A graceful pair of patched-up non-regulation racing boats.

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Debris and rain water indicates the new season hasn’t begun yet.

Back in July 2014, I shared a boat here. The green one is ready to sail out and more often than not, rowed back.

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There are three routes to return south on the east side of the lake.

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The beginning of the Salamander Trail continues up a logging road.

The road climbs up along the forest’s edge to a recent clear cut.

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Brush piles and a notched horizon typical of logging country.

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Today I could hear brush being ground up.

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Looking back from where the trail enters back into the forest.

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The little camera didn’t adjust well to the dark. This moss display looks better in real life.

After an unphotographed walk through the woods, I was back at the lake.

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The mysterious pews that overlook Black Lake. 

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One of Black Lake’s docks at the southeast.

The calorie count on the phone’s MapMyTracks app only registered 323 calories, about the same as a low end Krispy Kreme. It also it thinks I paddled the route. These both could be alternative facts.

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Just a three-mile long, long way home. 

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Sunday, 22 January 2016

After a memorial service for our friend Steve, we did a tiny bit of work on the way home, clipping off old hellebore leaves at Long Beach city hall and the Depot Restaurant.

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time to clip away old hellebore leaves

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tidying up the ramp to city hall

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pulling frost killed annuals at the Depot

We did not have any work buckets with us so just made piles in the van.

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When we got home, a rainbow came out.  I had my nose stuck into news articles, so these are all Allan’s photos:

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first crocuses

Monday, 23 January 2017

I embarked upon my hoped for ten non-peopling-in-person days before the February 4th beach clean up.  I have 12 days in which to achieve this, and, because of two dinner plans, won’t get ten in a row.  (We have our weekly garden club meeting, and the next week there will be a Salty Talk AND a north coast Indivisible meeting on the same night, and I will have to choose between them.)

I’ve been pecking away for the last busy week at this book and finally finished it:

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It’s a glorious work of literature as well as of scholarship.

The dance of the city:

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Enticing descriptions of two parks:

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endearing names of neighborhood organizations:

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insightful:

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Great writing about nature:

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The story of the clay dogs:

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This book came out in 1961.  Why had I not heard of it until it was mentioned several times in Modernity Britain by David Kynaston (in the context of the building of unsuccessful housing projects here and in the UK)?  It would have been transformative to have studied this in high school.

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Allan’s photos: He made comforting chocolate cupcakes.

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And he watched the local kite walker’s kite soar by our back woods at sunset.

I have not been out to the bogsy woods for weeks. It has been so wintry until two days ago.

Tuesday, 24 January 2017

I needed an easy book for a change, so I breezed through The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher.  I resent that political stress has interrupted my grieving for her death.

Outside, the garden showed the results of the days-long hard freeze.

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Melianthus major in front garden

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I hope soon to find the energy to trim my own hellebore leaves.  I don’t want to leave my pile of books yet.

Allan made an excursion, to kindly do some sawing on J9’s cat entryway halfway up the Peninsula.

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Meanwhile, at home:

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a photo to make a plug for the school levy vote

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more early crocuses

The emergence of some crocuses leads to the question of whether or not I will order a large pile of mulch to apply before it is too late to precede the most of the spring bulbs.  Will I next week? Or will books win out?

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the current line up

Guernsey Potato Peel is a repeat, inspired by watching two telly series about the WWII occupation of the Channel Islands, and I’m Judging You is the one humorous number in a serious batch of books. If I can keep away from constant attention to the truly horrible beyond belief (but not surprising, either) news, I might be able to get through these by next Monday.

To close, here are some photos that Melissa and Dave took at THE Oysterville garden. 

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22 January: community memories

Sunday, 22 January 2017

On the way to a memorial for our friend Steve, chef extraordinaire of the great day café and spouse of Shelly, organizer of our local beach clean up gang, I said to Allan that the gathering would not be appropriate blog material.  Soon after we arrived, I realized that it was an event to share, because it so reflects the love our community held for Steve and Shelly.

In the foyer, we were given a program by Chef Michael and Nancy of the Depot Restaurant, who told us “Here’s the program, but there is no ‘program’, and you are just in time for lunch.”  I photographed the paper after it had been in my pocket for a bit.

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Lunch was cooked by Steve’s local chef and catering friends and featured his favourite dishes.

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The gathering was full.

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Shelly was embraced by all.

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our friend before we knew him

More than anything, Steve had wanted to get well and return to making food for his friends and customers, which for him were synonymous.

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A screen showed photos and home movies of Steve and his family,

Melissa and I were especially choked up by photos of Steve romping with and hugging his beloved dogs.

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At one end of the room, a replica of the counter of the Great Day Café had been constructed with items from the café and a place to write memories.

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Let’s go back five years to when Allan and I were taking photos of the making of the great day café (that’s how Steve liked it, with all small letters) for their Facebook page.

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refinishing the floor, February 2011

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getting the railing in place, 2-19-11

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friends checking out the space, 3-9-11

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3-16-11, almost ready to go

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Steve’s club sandwich, a customer favourite

During the two years that Allan and I ran an offseason series of events called The Peninsula Cash Mob, in which locals descended upon a specified shop and then had lunch at a nearby café, we featured the great day café twice.  Steve was by far the friendliest and most enthusiastic host of the cash mob lunches.

In January of 2013, on the very first Cash Mob, we visited the Sweet Williams gift shop in Ocean Park and then had lunch at the tiny café.

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Chef Steve

 

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Shelly and Steve.  Left, Ginger from Charles Nelson Guest House helping out

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chili and cornbread

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Steve sent out a dessert for everyone: his famous Nanaimo bars.

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The tiny dining area had a view of the Surfside golf course.

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the view

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Steve was behind this counter cooking all this time.

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At the time, Shelly wrote, “Not sure if all us volunteers were helping Steve or not, but if sure was fun.”

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Allan (left) at an outside table with Kelly of Ilwaco’s Blue Crab Graphics

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Diana and John from Oysterville’s Harmony Soapworks

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Look at that blue January sky.  Owners of different businesses were meeting for the first time.

In March of 2014, we again combined lunch at the great day café with cash mobbing the nearby Oysterville Store.

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a soggy February Saturday

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Steve and his menu

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Chef Steve

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Shelly and Steve

 

Another excellent memory-making day of Steve was when he and Shelly came to our house on Halloween of 2015 to help us with the usual 400 trick or treaters.  They didn’t get trick or treaters at their own place and so they wanted to share in the fun.

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Steve and Shelly

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Steve brought us this decorated pumpkin.

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We so looked forward to this becoming an annual tradition, but Steve was not well enough to be there for Halloween 2016.  We missed him and will miss him at every Halloween from now on.

Our last get together with Steve took place last February at a birthday party (for Boreas Inn Bill) at the Salt Pub.

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Shelly of the Grass Roots Garbage Gang and Chef Steve of Great Day Café

In memory of Steve, please turn out for our Grass Roots Garbage Gang beach clean up day on February 4th.  Also, in his memory, donations can be made to the South Pacific County Humane Society.

“In one sense there is no death.  The life of a soul on earth lasts beyond his or her departure.  You will always feel that life touching yours, that voice speaking to you, The spirit looking out of others’ eyes, talking to you in the familiar things he touched, worked with, loved as a familiar friend.  He lives on in your life and in the lives of all others that knew him.” *Angelo Patri

At home, on the evening of the memorial, we had a rainbow…

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Saturday, 21 January 2017

I’ve divided our local march into two posts because of the vast quantity of photos.  This is part two, after we left the rally at a downtown plaza.

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Because we were to walk on sidewalks, not in the street, the plaza remained crowded as we slowly filtered out to march.

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the plaza (Allan’s photo)

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waiting to join the march (Allan’s photo)

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Peninsulites Rebecca and Rita

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Allan’s photo

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heading out from the plaza

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along the sidewalk

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The Rabble sign is still my favourite of all.

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Lynn and her awesome sign

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Allan’s photo, Garden of Surging Waves

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Our friend Sean (Allan’s photo)

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Karen from the Long Beach Democrats (Allan’s photo)

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Allan’s photo

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drummer and chant leader (Allan’s photo)

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walking on both sides

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Allan’s photo

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leaving Duane Street for Commercial Street

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Allan’s photo

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crowded sidewalk on Commercial

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Allan’s photo

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We had chanting, in which I participated.

Call and response: “Whose streets?” “Our streets!” “Whose rights?” “Our rights!” “Whose bodies?” “Our bodies!

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“Tell me what democracy looks like.” “THIS is what democracy looks like!

And chants of old:

“The people united will never be defeated.”

And chants specific to these times:

“Refugees are welcome here!” “Muslims are welcome here!”

 

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our Peninsula crowd

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on Commercial Street

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Allan’s photo

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along the waterfront, Marine Drive (Allan’s photo)

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along the way (Allan’s photo)

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politely waiting at the crosswalk (Allan’s photo)

Waiting for stop lights and traffic got the march rather strung out.  As vehicles drove by, many drivers and passengers honked and cheered and waved.

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Allan’s photo

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on the left, our Ann from Portland!

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and in red checks, our friend Sean from Gearheart

Even though the rain was not heavy, it did make some signs drizzle.  Helpful hint: buy clear shelf paper, and carefully smooth it onto your poster.  Allan did ours, because he is much more patient and precise, and it worked great.

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Hipfish is our local arts and politics paper.

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Allan’s photo

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crossing guard with sign

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Allan’s photo

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our friend Thandi’s daughter on her first march (Allan’s photo)

I will spare you a rant about how this baby girl shouldn’t have to march for rights that should have been solid decades ago.

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our Jenna (Allan’s photo)

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Allan’s photo

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Allan’s photo (and a good example of why two sided signs are best)

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Edgeworthia in bloom in the Garden of Surging Waves (because this is, after all, a gardening blog…or so we say).

Back in the plaza, participants were able to sign up for the first local Indivisible meeting, coming up in February.  We hope you have read Indivisible…here it is.

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some singing to close out the event (Allan’s photo)

Our crowd had gotten scattered.  Later, we found out that Melissa and David had ended up at Buoy Beer, Pam and Sean ended up at 14th Street Café.  We found Roxanne and Veda and went to the Blue Scorcher for lunch.

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on the way

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leading the way to the Blue Scorcher Cafe


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Blue Scorcher…we got the last four seats. We heard the first wave of marchers had already been and gone.

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marchers at rest

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a delicious frittata

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a perfect mocha

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and one last sign in the window

Later, I read many articles about marches around this country and the world.  Favourites:

PBS: pages and pages of wonderful photos

NY Times: Pictures of Marches on Every Continent

KGW: Portland, Oregon

Capitol Hill: Seattle, Washington (my home town)

Daily Astorian: Astoria, Oregon

KAST radio: Video of Astoria march

CNN: aerial views of marches around the country

Mother Jones: “heartbreaking, uplifting, enormous crowds”

I appreciate Mother Jones’ use of the word “heartbreaking”.  Before leaving for the Astoria march, I read a few incoming stories of the Washington D.C. march and others around the world and simply started to weep…from sheer joy that so many were attending, and from sorrow that our rights are so threatened that we must do this.

From looking through hundreds of photos till late into the night (and I still wasn’t done), I found some great slogans (and was moved by a photo of an old man wearing a “WWII VETERAN” cap).

“Sorry I was late to the protest but I thought we got this done 40 years ago!”

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This photo included the grandma herself flipping the bird.

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And my favourite, that a couple of people shared with me because they knew I’d like it:

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Saturday, 21 January 2017

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The march drew residents from the Long Beach Peninsula, Washington and the north coast of Oregon.  Our march was one of many sister marches nationwide and world wide for today’s huge march in Washington, D.C. Because we have so many photos, I’m dividing the story into two parts.

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We gathered in downtown Astoria at a plaza near the Garden of Surging Waves at 11:00 AM.

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on the way with some other marchers we met.

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The Long Beach Peninsula was well represented.

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Allan’s photo

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Karen, potter from Long Beach

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Queen La De Da as Wonder Woman

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Gene, former city manager of Long Beach (Allan’s photo)

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Hello to blog reader Judy, on her phone (Allan’s photo)

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and me (photo by Rebecca F)

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Rebecca, in disbelief, as am I

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signs from last weekend’s sign painting party.

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Our peninsula friend Lola

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Lola again

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Our new-this-year friends Roxanne and Veda, in hats knitted by local Ocean Park artist Michelle.

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Laila from our favourite hang out, Salt Pub

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me with Ann from Ilwaco

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our good friend Susie from Long Beach

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Wendi, Bruce, Jane, Betsy

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Allan’s photo

I almost wept when I saw this photo because I have not thought of this poem for years…All I needed was to see the words “common woman” and it all came back to me.  “I swear to you, I swear it on my common woman’s head, the common woman is as common as a common loaf of bread…and will rise!” by Judy Grahn.  I suddenly remembered being 22 years old and loving that poem. And here we are again 40 years later with the same rights under threat….and worse threats to so many.

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Our canine sisters and brothers also attended.

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Reminds me of someone who said she was a “breed snob” about dogs.  Equality for dawgs and people!

 

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The crowd kept growing and growing, making it hard to move around, carrying a sign, and taking photos at the same time.

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11:00 AM

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I would not approve of an All Lives Matter sign.  This is a clever play on that and appeals to me as a gardener.

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As does this one.  (Allan’s photo)

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Allan’s photo

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It is always good to put a back on your sign so it looks good from both sides.

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beautiful crowd, beautiful town

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Allan’s photo

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a little after noon…some had already started to march out of the plaza.

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Astoria is a tidal fishing town!

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off we go to march through town…

to be continued…

 

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Tuesday, 17 January 2017

After two days of reading The Death and Life of Great American Cities (with poor concentration and lots of clicking onto news sites), Allan and I left home in the evening to have a birthday dinner for Dave’s birthday.

It was faintly adventurous because of 70 mph winds at Cape Disappointment, 63 mph in Ilwaco, and a bit less in Long Beach by the Adrift Hotel.

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Adrift Hotel; [pickled fish] restaurant is upstairs.

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Allan’s photo

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While the evening started quietly, the room soon filled up.

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Allan’s photo.  [pickled fish] has exceptionally good pizza.

Our garden gang was not in full attendance.  Todd is in on a working vacation in a warmer clime.

Our gifts to Dave were the practical sort: chemical toe warmers for comfort at work and some cans of Fort George Vortex IPA for unwinding after work.

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Wednesday, 18 January 2017

Allan walked his winter day route to the post office and library, and considered the Black Lake trail system.

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Due to continuing blustery wind, he reconsidered going on the tree-lined trails.  He says, “Mr. Tootlepedal would at least have brought back some photos of fungus,” but Allan didn’t.

In the evening, we attended a full house lecture at Salt Pub, given by our friend Debbie Teashon of Rainy Side Gardeners fame.  Based on her book, Gardening for the Homebrewer, her talk addressed how to grow the herbs and flowers that can be used to flavour beer, wine, and liqueurs.

Debbie does a “hero pose” before each of her talks.  She says it works to give confidence and strength.

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Our Debbie, shoulders back, hands on hips.

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full house at Salt Pub

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Allan’s photo

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Debbie at work

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Debbie has been a professional photographer for decades.

Debbie’s next speaking engagement, Toasting Your Health, From the Garden to Your Glass,  will be on one of the big stages at the Northwest Flower and Garden Show in Seattle at 5:45 PM on Thursday, February 23.

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You can glean recipes and how-tos from her book, which is available locally at Time Enough Books:

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A tasty smoked tuna melt sandwich went down a treat while I listened to the lecture and admired Debbie’s gardening slide show.

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at Salt Pub

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a well-received talk (Allan’s photo)

Thursday, 10 January 2016

We joined Debbie for a three hour catch up session over lunch at Salt Pub.  Debbie had already been for a walk with her dog after a restful sleep at Salt Hotel.

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Salt Hotel

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the Port reflected in Salt Pub mirrors

 

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my view

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Bloody Mary (Allan’s photo)

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Pho at Salt Pub

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and broccoli cheese soup

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Allan’s photo

 I spent the afternoon spiffying up my signs as best I could.

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back

Allan had acquired some clear shelf paper to cover them with.  We have had torrents of rain all week (over four inches in just one day) and more is predicted for the weekend.

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working on the one sign I had left to do…turned out to be a rough draft.

For the back of this one:

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I finally came up with this one (below).  I wish I were a better letterer, as I lack patience.  I should have added that Asian women make about the same as white women; that was in the original and was changed because I wanted fewer words.  I couldn’t find up to date statistics for Native American workers.  I chose the word Latinx rather than Latina and Latino  or Hispanic, because my reading tells me it is a word of choice for Millennials, and they will inherit this country.  And so I continue muddling along toward racial justice, assuredly getting some things wrong along the way.

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Here is an image that strongly spoke to me today.

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I prepared for Friday’s social media theme of changing one’s profile photo to one of the Obamas by choosing a photo of them on a train and altering it in Prisma.  The original is in this photo essay.  A comfort on this day was Barack Obama’s promise to emerge after a restful break and continue to be “with us”.

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I chose for a Facebook cover photo an inspirational image  of Barack and Michelle in Michelle’s White House garden.  This is the garden that the execrable Ann Coulter tweeted should be turned into a “putting green” and that Rush Limbaugh contemptuously said made him “gag”.

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Is this beautiful garden going to be bulldozed? Or will Melania or Ivanka get their hands dirty in the soil?  I’m curious to see.

Friday, 20 January 2017

I was unable to sleep till after 4:30 AM because of a sense of doom….and then I had a dream of finding beer cans and cigarette butts in the far corners of my own garden.  In my nightmare, Allan found a leather collar, human sized with iron crosses and the word FURY on it, outside our door.  We called the police. The police chief told us the collar was part of the attire of a dangerous local white neo-Nazi gang and that we should keep our doors locked and guard our garden gates because the leader of the group was clearly prowling up to our front porch.  I woke to the news that a former KKK leader had expressed pleasure about our country’s new president.

Although I barely had time in the morning to glance at the news, I found two moments of amusement: Photos showed an enormous difference in the crowds at DT’s inauguration compared to the first inauguration of President Obama, and there was a spike in Google searches for the meaning of the word “carnage” after DT used it in his dark and dystopian speech.

Allan and I met for lunch (breakfast for us) with a group of liberals at El Compadre Restaurant.

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El Compadre in north Long Beach

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inside El Compadre

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The group included local artists, Democrat leaders, and our own Mayor Mike.

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second from left, a regular blog reader, Judy, whom we met in person at last.

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Our very good friend, artist  Joe Chasse.

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a margarita for the drowning of sorrow

Everyone at the table had energy and ideas, and much comfort and inspiration was found there. (We forgot to sing protest songs.) We are FIRED UP and READY TO GO.  Although I must admit that I am still hoping to get ten, just ten, non-peopling days IN A ROW at the end of our staycation, starting Monday.  Wish me luck!  I have not gotten to the bottom of my stack of winter reading yet.

On the way home, while Allan popped into Dennis Company for more sign protecting clear shelf paper, I pulled old foliage out of one planter…

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…and then we clipped back the Melianthus major and a few other perennials in Fifth Street Park.

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Fifth Street Park before a bit of clipping.

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We picked up the trash but will wait till February to cut the sedums and pull the wild garlic.

Coming up:

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Saturday, 14 January 2017

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On another cold and icy day, we headed out. with a stop at the post office three blocks east.

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I decided the gaura MUST be trimmed.  We just had time.

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Our destination was mid-Peninsula to one of my favourite gardens.

Of course, I took a self guided garden tour as soon as we arrived.

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a netting of old nasturtiums

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a side view of the Imperial Chicken Palace

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around the other side of the house

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some of the girls

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The round table was one made for the glorious Pink Poppy wedding in summer 2014.

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for fungus lovers

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old swingset beanpole

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viewing platform

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The painting party was taking place in the garage.

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Young Luna had been booted out for getting in the way.

And so I joined the painting party, where Allan was already at work.

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sad this is blurry…you get the idea. Stoopid camera.

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Allan’s photo

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The mom of a rabble rousing millennial

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and a millennial’s dad (Allan’s photo)

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Allan’s photo

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Allan’s photo

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Allan’s photo

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Allan’s photo

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Allan’s photo

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mine


mine…but I can only carry one  

Still trying to decide on a slogan for the other side of the above…”Tax The Rich, We Don’t Want to Have to Eat Them” or the more placid “Bridges Not Walls.”
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Allan’s (both sides)

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my favourite sign of all

On the way home, we took some photos at NIVA green for the shop’s Facebook page.

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proprietor Heather Ramsay

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one of Heather’s lamps

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a piece by our good friend Joe Chasse!

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by Joe Chasse.  The mouth moves and the plaque says “I just came in for a sandwich.”

Now…two days of reading can ensue before a busy six days begins.

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I started this last night.  It was oft referred to in Modernity Britain by David Kynaston.

Reminder about Wednesday’s lecture, at 6:30 PM (get there early!). It is sure to be good—Debbie has been a speaker on the main stage at the Northwest Flower and Garden Show.

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“There’s no feeling quite like cooking with home-grown carrots or grabbing a fresh handful of cilantro from your own yard. Well, unless you’re growing fruits, vegetables, or grains for brewing that is. Debbie Teashon is a freelance garden writer, author, and award-winning photographer from Kitsap Peninsula, WA. Articles and photographs of Teashon’s work have appeared in magazines such as Fine Gardening, West Sound Home and Garden, Master Gardeners, and The Oregonian among others. She has gardened most of her adult life and written about it for over two decades.

Join Teashon as she discusses her latest book, Gardening for the Homebrewer, as it brings an introduction to the wide variety of plants that you can use for fermentations or infusions. In her experience as a gardener, she writes to help explain if your yard is a perfect site for barley or whether it’s better suited to a fragrant collection of herbs. Teashon spends her time gardening, taking classes or researching plants for articles and the online plant database she maintains on Rainy Side Gardeners (www.rainyside.com), a website to help gardeners in the Pacific Northwest.”

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