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Saturday, 22 April 2017

The weather did not look good for our planned political activity.

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out the window: wind and rain

Such a day would have been just perfect to read this book that just came from the library:

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Nevertheless, we persisted in our plan to go to Astoria.  Maybe the weather would be better there, as sometimes happens across the river.

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crossing the 4.2 mile long Astoria Megler Bridge

The weather was not better.

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as we drove by to find a parking place

For two hours, about thirty people braved pouring rain and 30+ mph wind gusts to join in the nationwide March for Science.  Our version was a rally, not a march.  This intersection is one of high visibility where every vehicle going east through Astoria drives by.

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We parked and joined the others.

I’m pleased to tell you that during the entire two hours, even when the group dwindled toward the end, our ears were filled with a cacophony of vehicles’ horns tooting in approval, and we got many waves and upturned thumbs.  I saw only one negative face, followed by two bumper stickers: One read “Trump Pence” and the other read “[something something something] GUNS.”

my photos:

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I am slow with puns and just realized…There is no PLANet B.

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My sign held up well, covered with clear adhesive shelf paper and edged with packing tape.

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Some walked down to a traffic island down the block.  There, they were visible to traffic coming east and turning toward Commercial, and also to traffic heading west on Marine Drive.  I decided to join them, partly because I wanted a better look at the garden.

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a well kept garden

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My sign is a large one and the wind was strong on the traffic island.  I decided to rejoin the others over by the post office.

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That was the moment when my saturated camera said it had had quite enough of the storm.

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I hope it revives!

I turned to my iPhone for a few more photos and then decided that it, too, was getting much too wet.

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Here are four photos taken by another attendee (I do not know who):

Someone got much better photos of my sign than I managed to get:

 

Photos by Carol Newman: 



Allan’s photos:
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1:01 PM we were done!

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And then the rain stopped!

PS. Here is an earth day oriented gofundme to save a local woods. https://www.gofundme.com/help-save-a-forest

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Friday, 31 March 2017

I knew the day would be shortened by a political event.  It got shortened much more than that.

Skooter likes to go outside for about ten minutes after his bedtime snack, and then return to go to bed.  Last night, at 1 AM (typically late night for us), he came tearing up the ramp to the cat door and burst in to the living room at top speed.  Sometimes the cats enjoy chasing each other.  This was different.  Something rammed up the ramp behind him and slammed into the cat door frame. Then there was blood on the kitchen floor.

I got my shoes on and a flashlight as fast as I could, which was not as fast as I wished, and went outside for a look.   A woman was out in the street (at 1 AM?), and she seemed to be cradling and talking to something in her arms. She walked away so fast that I had no hope of catching up to her.  I  thought, does she have a little dog that got after my cat? That seemed impossible.

Skooter’s foot bled; he would not let us look at it, and he yowled and growled for an hour from his favourite late night sit spot in the hallway.  He then took his place next to Allan’s pillow and complained some more.  I felt terrible that he was in pain and got very little sleep myself.

I woke in intense anxiety at an early hour and got an urgent veterinary appointment for the afternoon.  But meanwhile, we had to go do some plant shopping and some work.

On the way to work, I felt compelled to pull some weeds in our volunteer garden at the Ilwaco post office.

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one weed bucket pulled, at least one more to go

The Basket Case Greenhouse

The Basket Case, under new ownership (Darrell and Roxanne) is now open every day.  We bought some violas for two jobs and admired the refurbished greenhouses.

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new greenhouse entrance! and new co-owner Darrell on the left

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checking out the annuals for later on

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check out desk with mosaic by Roxanne’s mother, Anna.

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fairy gardens

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Allan’s photo; That is a lot of fairy world for $25.00

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the perennials house

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bleeding hearts

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Euphorbia ‘Blackbird’

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Callistemon…choice, and unusual to see it for sale here!

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Plant talk with Darrell.  We take our plants to heart.

That was a pleasing visit and not one to cut short.

I still hoped to get two small jobs done before vet time.

Diane’s garden

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Next door: Horse bundled up for a rather cold day.

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The yellow ones are for The Anchorage.

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pots with a few pansies and violas added

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my good friend Misty

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Fritillaria meleagris (Allan’s photo)

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roadside garden

Bad weather has prevented the removal of the tree stumps. Eventually we will help with a re-creation of this front garden.

The Red Barn

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a mat of weeds mixed with California poppy seedlings

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Allan’s photo

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We did an adequate but imperfect job of weeding because we were running out of time.

 

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a mare named Sophie going out to pasture as the weather warmed up (Allan’s photo)

Oceanside Animal Clinic

At home,  Skooter did not enjoy being put into his carrying crate.

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our neighbours one door east 

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not a good day for our dear Skooter (Allan’s photo)

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one block north, on the way 

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at the vet, another orange kitty (Allan’s photo)

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member of clinic office staff (Allan’s photo)

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more cuties (Allan’s photo)

The veterinarian cleaned up the hurt foot that Skooter would not let us touch, gave him a two week antibiotic shot and a pain shot that will last for three days, and said that the bite on his rear paw had indeed been caused by a small dog.  She could tell by the kind of puncture.  I said, Could a small dog really run up a cat ramp? and she said yes, in the frenzy of chase.  The garden is almost dog-proof….but not tiny-dog-proof.  I can think of a couple of places where a small dog could have squeezed in.

Now, because the wounds are on his paw pad, Skooter has to stay indoors for ten days until he is healed (and must have hydrogren peroxide applied twice daily.  No one will enjoy that one bit).  He loves the garden so much, and the watching of the frogs in the water boxes, and he will not understand why he must stay in.  I feel almost as sad as if I had to stay indoors for ten days of spring time.  At least I would have books to read.  (Cats are said to live longer if they never go outdoors.  Humans would also be safer from predators, including bad humans,  if they spent their lives indoors.  The idea of that makes me feel suffocated.)

We had a very quick turn-around at home before going out again to arrive late to the…

Burma Shave Sign campaign to invite our Congresswoman and the community to our town hall.”

But first, a garden peek over the fence by where we parked in Seaview:

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nicely done

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and a Little Free Library across the street

We walked past a car with a bumper sticker that we knew had to belong to one of the demonstrators.

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on a different car

So the idea was to use signs to illustrate that we wish Republican Congresswoman Jaime Herrera Beutler would meet with her constituents on the Peninsula. (I, of course, have never voted for her.)  She has not held a town hall discussion meeting with her constituents here for six years, I am told.  As a group of local liberals, there are most certainly some items we want to bend her ear about.  Other speakers, including one of her potential Democrat challengers for 2018, will appear at the event.

my photos:

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oops, her name is misspelled on a last minute sign!

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except…Jaime is a congressWOMAN….

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Allan’s photos:

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by the busy Seaview intersection that is one main entry to the Peninsula

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We will be having the town hall with or without Jaime.

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group photo

Afterwards, most of us repaired to Chico’s Pizza for an early dinner and discussion hour.

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Back home: The work board list got just slightly shorter.

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This blog post got written.  And now for the poignant watching of the final episode of Grimm, one of our favourite telly shows.

You may have noticed we had a lot of rain this month.  From The Chinook Observer, our local paper:

“March came in like a lion and, well, pretty much went out like a lion. Rainfall for the month set a new 149-year record of 17.77 inches, smashing the old record of 16.16 inches in 1975. Third place goes to March 1997 with 16.15 inches.”

Also from the paper: The ribbon cutting ceremony from the new car charging station where we weeded yesterday.

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Sunday, 12 March 2017

Because we had a political meeting in Naselle this afternoon, we had decided to leave home in time to drive half an hour further and visit a museum in Skamokawa.

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driving along the Columbia River

I was not best pleased that it was a beautiful day and would have been excellent for weeding the boatyard garden.

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two wrecks?

Here is what the white remnant of a boat looked like in 1995, in the same little bay:

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For some reason, it had been deemed unsalvageable.

As we drove along, I pondered the fact that the many conifers along our roads are why our landscapes look more somber than the airier ones that Mr Tootlepedal photographs in Scotland.

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scenery heavy with evergreens

We arrived at our destination in Skamokawa: Redmen Hall, which I had read was hosting an exhibit about tugboats and steamers on the Columbia.

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The view from the parking lot

A back door offered easy access without all those stairs…and a disheartening sign.

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NOOOOOOOO

Across the highway, below, is a general store and café where we have stopped before.  I thought that, because of Skamokawa being such a small town, I might luck into a museum docent there.

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looking down on the grocery store and post office

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Redmen Hall from below

In a room right on the river, behind the store, an antiques sale was on for the day.

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antiques in a light filled room

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I used to have an apple like this till my good friend Sophie (a dog) broke it…for which she was forgiven.

I found two things to buy.  One is a present so I cannot show it!

And sure enough, when I mentioned having driven from Ilwaco to find the museum was closed, I learned that one of the docents was ill, and another one offered to open it for us.

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behind the store/café

Off the deck by the store, a boater was buzzing around.  I am sure Allan wished he was out boating, too.

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Allan’s photo

We followed the docent back up to Redmen Hall.  The hall was once a school house.  Amazingly, it used be down where the highway is.  When the road was put through, the building got moved up the hill with “steam donkeys” (not really donkeys!).

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The old school house remembered.

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Allan went straight up to the bell tower. (I did not.)

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Step on a pedal to open the shutters for the view.

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The views from the bell tower.

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river town from high above (and a boat ramp)

On the second floor, well designed historical panels go all around the walls of a big open room.

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What Skamokawa means

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interpretive panels

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the kind docent who let us in.  The way the panels are put together reminds me of my grandma’s scrapbooks.

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when the road went through

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a dance where “ladies may walk on their partners feet, and no questions will be asked”.

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another strong woman

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river pictures (Allan’s photo)

A glass case held birds provided by the Audubon Society…

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an erstwhile Mr Grumpy had fine plumage.

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the view

We dropped a contribution into the money jar and also spent a pretty penny in the well -stocked gift shop, including two books (quiet, because one is a present), a documentary called Work is Our Joy (about gillnetting), and some notecards.  If we’d had time, we could have watched Work is Our Joy right in the museum.  I will enjoy it from my comfy chair at home.  I already identify with the title.

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One of three nooks of books.

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Well represented: the books of Grays River author Robert Pyle

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Musician Doug is the spouse of our friend Beth; they live nearby but we had had no time to look them up.

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river town art

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most of our purchases

The hall is open Thursdays through Sundays from noon to four.  We recommend a visit.

We had a little over half an hour to to get back to our Indivisible meeting in Naselle.  I could not resist a side trip to the historic 1905 Grays River covered bridge.

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on the way

Tying in with our visit to Redmen Hall: author Robert Michael Pyle lives in a house with a view of the covered bridge.  I thought it would be kind of nosy to add a photo of his house, so here is the bridge.

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under the bridge (Allan’s photo)

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The river running fast and high.  (Allan’s photo)

In particularly stormy times, the river has flooded the valley.

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Allan’s photo

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Here we go.

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the other end

Before we turned around, I had to get a closer look at two trees beside  the parking area.

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going in for a closer look

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moss and licorice fern

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Allan’s photo

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assorted critters

Ooops.  I suddenly realized time had slipped by and we would be 25 minutes late to the meeting at Hunters Inn, Naselle.  I told myself that it was ok; we have been to almost every liberal political meeting available since November so we could be late to just one.

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part of the gathering

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postcards laid out on three booths

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One member brought this.

We discussed, shared ideas, and laid some plans for future events.

On the way home, Allan and I detoured to look at a garden we had admired when attending last month’s meeting.

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The garden in question is next door to Naselle Timberland Library. (Allan’s photo)

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lots of narcissi about to bloom (Allan’s photo)

Next door: a large garden which I intend to look at every time we have a Naselle meeting.

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Allan’s photo

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pieris and the church next door

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Right across the street sits another charming house.

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I wonder if there will be sweet peas on that fence in summer. Or that could be a dog path!

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wrap around porch

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a tree with personality

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Allan’s photo

As we got close to home, I looked at the weather forecast and must admit I did begin to fret about losing what might be the only nice gardening day this week.  Remembering that we now have light till after 7 PM (yay for daylight saving time!), I resolved to get two hours work done in my own garden.

While clipping some Joe Pye weed, I gave an experimental dig at a large fuchsia.

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one of two many fuchsia magellanica

To my surprise, it shifted, so Allan helped me pull it out.

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after…Ok, he pulled, I watched and encouraged.

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project: clean up middle bed, before…

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and after

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Woe!! One of two matched asophedels has disappeared from the right hand pot.

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I will snag this asphodel from a different pot.

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Frosty

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bogsy wood swale

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Oh for more time in the garden; so much to do.

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Skooter obsessing about the frogs.

The unfortunate forecast:

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Resolved: no more daytime meetings on nice days till we have spring clean up done!

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Saturday, 11 March 2017

I can tell you the library joke now, shared by Maggie Stuckey at her talk two days ago.  I found a version online:

A chicken walks into the library. It goes up to the circulation desk and says: “book, bok, bok, boook”. The librarian hands the chicken a book. The chicken tucks it under her wing and runs out. A while later, the chicken runs back in, throws the first book into the return bin and goes back to the librarian saying: “book, bok, bok, bok, boook”. Again the librarian hands over a book, and the chicken runs out. The librarian shakes her head. Within a few minutes, the chicken is back, returns the book and starts all over again: “boook, book, bok bok boook”. The librarian gives her yet a third book, but this time as the chicken is running out the door, the librarian follows. The chicken runs down the street, through the park and down to the riverbank. There, sitting on a lily pad is a big, green frog. The chicken holds up the book and shows it to the frog, saying: “Book, bok, bok, boook”. The frog blinks, and croaks: “read-it, read-it, read-it”.

Bad weather made me happy today because we had an afternoon meeting: an ACLU training session focused on supporting undocumented immigrants.

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The Long Beach welcome sign today

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both sides

On the way, we ran a couple of errands in Long Beach.  I was started to see that the planter just north of Dennis Company has been completely browsed by deer.

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The planter looked raggedy.

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every tulip nipped by deer

I am beginning to wonder if any place in Long Beach is safe for tulips.  I just hope they don’t take a liking to the tulips in the welcome sign garden.

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container outside the Adrift meeting room (Allan’s photo)

People Power ACLU meeting

Today’s ACLU  meeting was one of 2000 simultaneous watching parties across the country, with 200,000 people signed up to attend a broadcast of the actual live meeting in Florida.  We had 22 in attendance, one all the way from Westport.  We all appreciate Adrift Hotel providing the meeting room for free.

Since the election, membership in the ACLU has swelled from 400,000 to 1.2 million members (including me).

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sign in and cookies

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Resistance Training on the big screen

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discussion time afterward (A few folks had departed.)

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It saddened me to hear, again, that there have been immigration raids on at least five local families, with fathers taken away.  These are men who are known to be hardworking good folk, certainly not the stereotypical “criminal”. It is difficult and can take years to become documented, especially for folks from Mexico and Central America; it is not a matter of laziness or wanting to be “illegal”. (By the way, it is considered much kinder to refer to someone as “undocumented” rather than “illegal”.)  Many folks in the room had grandparents who were immigrants, in one case, by illegally stowing away on a ship.  Mine on my mother’s side were immigrants (and invaders)…of the Mayflower type.
If you would like to watch the presentation that we saw today, it is said to soon be available for viewing right here.

“Even when we lose we must not despair, for there is dignity in entering this battle”, said ACLU executive director Anthony Romero.

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“As DT is going about his amendments of hate, we need to live our love”, said Faiz Shakir, ACLU political director.

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Allan’s photo

We heard three other speakers as well, Louise Melling (deputy legal director), Andre Segura (an ACLU attorney), and Padma Lakshmi, a star of Top Chef,whose mother was an immigrant and who said “I want my daughter to live in a country of compassion, not fear.”

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I fell in love with audience member Daisy. (Allan’s photo)

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so soft

This is all going to lead to a whole ‘nother set of meetings, all with a productive and well informed agenda.

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the beachy view from our meeting room

at home

By the time we got home, we had an hour and a half of daylight and a cessation of rain and wind.  Some front garden clean up was suddenly possible.

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before

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Skooter inspects, 20 minutes later.

That was a favourite sit spot for Skooter.  He may have liked it better before.

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before

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after, much weeding still to do. I look forward to it.

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hellebore

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Clematis ‘Freckles’ has been blooming on west garage wall all winter.

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narcissi

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Skooter’s way in (where a bottom piece is missing)

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front path looking east

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hellebores

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the floppiest hellebore

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double white hellebore

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“black” hellebore…with mulch of last autumn’s apples

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Pieris finally sizing up and blooming (left)

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Iris histroides ‘Frank Elder’

Because it was at the same time as the ACLU training, we missed today’s postcard party.  Here are a couple of photos (by Michele) of the latest efforts.  You can stop reading now if you don’t like the postcard efforts, because they comprise the end of today’s post:

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Bannon is the most terrifying of all…

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Dang! I wish I’d been there.

Tomorrow (Sunday): an Indivisible meeting which we are planning to combine with a brief and, we hope, photogenic side trip to Skamokawa.

 

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Monday, 6 March 2017

I woke to sunshine and thought we could work…until I took a look out the window.

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view out the south cat door

Never mind.

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Skooter, staying in.  (Allan’s photo)

Allan took some snowy garden photos:

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I see a black spotty hellebore leaf that should be removed.

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hypericum

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When he went to the post office and dropped off three books at the library, he took more photos of the community building garden’s crocuses.

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Meanwhile, I was reading.

IMG_0352.JPGIt was difficult to leave the book for an early evening meeting of the Living Liberally Pacific County group.  I had only heard of Swallows and Amazons in the past year and was recently reminded of it by a mention on the Tootlepedal blog. 

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At Adrift Hotel in Long Beach


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Folks barbecuing nearby in icy wind.


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determined to wrest all enjoyment from their vacation


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into the meeting room we go

After another productive political meeting, Allan and I repaired upstairs to the [pickled fish] restaurant.

I’d been wanting to try absinthe for some time, because I’m a fan of artemisias in the garden.  It is made from Artemisia absinthium, which you can read about here. [pickled fish] serves it “in the traditional way”, involved a decanter, a spigot, and the melting of a sugar cube.

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absinthe: licorice, sweet, strong


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delicious fennel sausage pizza

Upon departure, I was especially struck by the beauty of the planters in the foyer.  Perhaps the absinthe enhanced my appreciation.

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some artemisia (but not absinthium)

Swallows and Amazons

During the day and into the night I read Swallows and Amazons by Arthur Ransome.  How did I miss this 1930 classic as a child, especially since I had then sought out British children’s book authors (like Edith Nesbit and C.S. Lewis)?  As I read today, I occasionally felt verklempt about being old.

A few favourite bits from this delightful adventure of children camping on an island in the Lake District:

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Oh, to have a mother as open to her children having adventures:

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I have learned that the book is the first of a series.  I will be reading more of them.

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public service announcement

Maggie Stuckey, author of one of my favourite kitchen gardening books, The Bountiful Container, is going to be speaking at all four Timberland libraries on the subject of vegetable gardening in containers.  While I would most like to attend the talk at our local Ilwaco branch, it conflicts with an ACLU training session, so we will go to the Ocean Park one.  Allan took this photo at the library today.

 

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Thursday at Ocean Park, Saturday at Ilwaco

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Saturday, 4 March 2017

In the early afternoon, we crossed the Astoria Megler Bridge and joined a roomful of like minded folk for an Indivisible North Coast Oregon meeting.

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a darling small house by where we parked (Allan’s photo).  A sunny garden in front would have no privacy, though.


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Allan’s photo, on the way

Astoria was parked up because of a winter brewery festival. We walked two blocks in the rain, passing one of my favourite little gardens on the way to the Fort George Brewery meeting room.

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Allan’s photo

This ornately fenced garden is built by piling soil (now mulched with washed dairy manure) on top of pavement.

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Allan’s photo


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Allan’s photo: tulip foliage, and pigeon pecking in the manure

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a goodly crowd


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Allan’s photo


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Allan’s photo


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a neat driftwood thing

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Some thoughts from the meeting:

Indivisible is opposed to the ABC of authoritarianism, bigotry, corruption.

A speaker advised that we send postcards to politicians…”even a picture postcard works because I think they stand out,” she said.  This made me smile because of our recent art postcard parties.

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an example from one of our postcard parties

A woman from Germany spoke, saying “who would have thought a little painter from Austria could have killed millions” and she asked, “How could my people not see this coming, how could they look away?”  She said “My life is a series of attempts to make up for the crimes of my ancestors”.  When she goes to a protest, her thought when seeing a photographer is: Is he from the newspaper or from Homeland Security?  She believes she sees the early signs of fascism.  Right here is her recommended reading on the subject.

The following speaker quoted this: “What you would be doing in 1930s Germany is what you are doing now.”

Action item: A member of KMUN radio asks that we write to or call members of the Senate Committee on Appropriations asking that public radio continue to be funded.  Small rural stations like Astoria’s KMUN depend on federal funding far more than city stations do.

Afterwards, we were encouraged to sign up if we had interest in particular topics (education, environment, immigration, health care, equal rights).DSC06882.JPG).

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Allan took the opportunity to buy a women’s march copy of the Daily Astorian.

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Afterwards, we walked by the Fort George Brewery’s lower garden, also freshly mulched.  The ornamental grasses have been cut back since last time we went to the Blue Scorcher Café next door.

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Fort George garden

We walked by the temptations of the Blue Scorcher because we wanted to try out a new restaurant in Seaside, Oregon.

In Seaside, it was too wet and miserably windy to walk around and look at Pam Fleming’s city gardens.

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drive by photo

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Allan’s photo


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a new restaurant (Allan’s photo)


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Allan’s photo

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a warm and simple place


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Allan’s photo


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something so sweet on the menu


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many choices

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I had to try the cauliflower appetizer, hoping that it would be similar to the zahra from Seattle’s Mediterranean Kitchen…and it was.

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Allan’s chicken sandwich

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The tasty baba ganoush had pickled on it; I just put them to one side because I’m not used to that.  All food is made fresh so I bet I could ask for no pickles next time, and there will be a next time.

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the turnaround at the end of Broadway


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Pam’s garden on the turnaround (Allan’s photos)

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We shopped at Costco.  Wouldn’t this elaborate plastic apple container make an interesting little seedling greenhouse?

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stormy crossing of the Columbia on the way home: freighters at anchor, waiting


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light snow and fog on the hills on the Washington side of the bridge


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in the dusk, golden daffodils that someone once planted on the hillside

According to the weather forecast, we are due for several days of bad weather, possibly even light snow.  I will not mind reprising staycation.

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Friday, 3 March 2017

If you don’t enjoy progressive politix, you might want to skip this one, because that’s all we have on offer today other than some faux chickens at the very end.

In shockingly cold and windy rain, we drove north to the Naquaiya Studio for the pleasure of participating in a postcard party.

Part of the mission is a mass mailing to the preznit in mid March, coordinated from liberal groups all over the country.  Perhaps all it will do is inspire us.  I don’t expect it to change anything. The meetings are productive in another way as we have excellent conversation throughout.

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An excellent time was had by all.


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a studio filled with art

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me, Judy, and Yudy.

My mind is still boggled by how much Yudy looks and talks and laughs like a Judy I used to know.  The resemblance makes me smile every time.

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This ongoing group effort by local artists is all old folks, as far as I know.  I am especially pleased with how punk rock the postcards are.

Michelle had printed out all sorts of bits of topical text that she calls “pasties” to add to postcards.  She observed that the news changes so fast that some of them are outdated already.

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inspirational notes:

hope

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Yudy’s ideas for wording


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Yudy’s cards of the day


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a beauty, made by Carole

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also by Carole


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another by Carole

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by Carole’s friend

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Carole’s friend made these with a nice cut out for inserting the address.

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by a postcard-er with a beloved transgender family member


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four cards, fronts


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Seniors are mad!

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These original pieces, by someone who wasn’t in attendance today, were especially interesting to me.

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I just the straightforward simplicity of these to the point messages.

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He has said so many terrible things about women.

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I am using seed catalogs to assemble postcards, so mine are pretty pretty.  Two of them are planned to be thank you notes for politicans who are defending the EPA.

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Whoever in government defends the environment next gets this one.

On the way home, Allan and I stopped at Dennis Co for a remarkably cheap sale on Rustoleum spray paint…not for graffiti, mind you, but for the repainting of my bamboo poles.

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Dennis Company store display

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Tomorrow, more politics, possibly mixed with a delicious lunch in Astoria.  I have a sad on that I might miss the next postcard party because of an ACLU training session.  These parties do my heart and energy good.

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