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Sunday, 17 January 2016

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the event

Again, I reluctantly broke the seclusion of reading time.  Earlier in the week I had thoroughly enjoyed the memoir Get it While You Can by Nick Jaina.  We’ve seen him perform twice before at the Sou’wester so I knew the show would be worthwhile.  I took an old copy of Hardware Wars as a gift to the Sou’wester video library.  (They still have an old VHS machine in play.)

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Allan took most of the photos this evening.

To my delight, Nick not only sang but read from his book.

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Nick Jaina

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musical accompaniment to reading

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Nick and the band

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Stelth Ulvang

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After alternating singing and reading, Nick closed with my favourite song of his.  You can listen to it here.

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chatting with Nick after his set

Stelth then took the lead singer role with Nick playing guitar along with the rest of the band.

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During the intermission, I’d asked Nick if he minded if I used excerpts from his book in a blog post and he assured me it would be fine.  I said on Goodreads that I’d rate Get it While You Can 25 on their scale of 1 to 5.  He asked me to describe to him what the book is about.  I said the life of a traveling musician, science, philosophy, writing, being lovelorn.

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Here are some of my favourite bits:

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I’d like to be able to tell you who Nick is quoting, above, but I’ve lent my copy of the book to J9 so I cannot (yet).

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This speaks to me of where I live, as well. We call ourselves end-of-the-roaders here.

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from a chapter about different kinds of sadness—Melancholy:

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melancholy

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One of my favourites, from a chapter about looking for words for certain things:

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Because I had a dream like that:

Allan and I had just moved into a grey house on a small knoll to the west of an industrial neighborhood in north Seattle.  A two lane road in front seemed like it should be busy but was not.  The simple old house was one story with a front porch and an attic window.  Inside one entered the living room, with the kitchen in back and bathroom and bedroom off to the side. We had just moved in so the living room had just a couch and chair, and the kitchen a table and two chairs.

 

The house looked sort of like this.


or more simple, like this, with an attic window

 

My parents came to the front door with my old labrador dog (Bertie Woofter).  Unlike in his real life, he was well behaved, and unlike in my real life, my parents and I were close. I was in my early 40s in the dream, maybe younger, so my parents were still healthy and vigorous.

We walked around to look at the back yard, a large rough lawn inside a rickety old fence.  It verged onto a meadow which I hoped was also part of the property.  It was a completely blank slate to start a garden.

The view to the south from the front porch was over a couple of blocks of old houses on streets that sloped down to a slow-flowing slough.  I could see a café with a brick exterior on the next block downhill so we all walked there to have a meal.  The charming interior with lots of art and big windows welcomed us and I knew we would go there often.  It was a little bit upscale with nice tablecloths and white dishes.

Someone had told us that the neighbourhood was pretty quiet except when once every two weeks trains arrived at a nearby train yard and made lots of noise coupling and uncoupling cars.  I knew I would not mind.

I LOVE that dream from over a year ago and I think about it often when I need something to soothe my insomnia.  So what IS the word for that?

Moving on:

What Nick wrote about New York sort of reminded me of how I try to describe daily life in this blog:

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Is this feeling possible in Ilwaco?

Below, Nick captures the Columbian Café in Astoria.

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Sorry the end trails off there…and my friend J9 has the book!

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I love this quote by Steinbeck

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coincidences

I used to keep a list of weird coincidences in my life, often things from books.  Here are some I listed in a notebook:

8-28-97 In the morning I read about adders in The Ghost Road by Pat Barker. In the evening, I read about adders in a reference to Precious Bane by Mary Webb.

1-17-98 reference to a poet named Herrick in both a novel and a gardening book (I Capture the Castle and Remembered Gardens) on the same day.

earlier: The poem Troubling a Star is part of a book title.  In the next book I read, by Beverly Nichols, has the poem on its preface page.

2008:  Two books in a row mention Paul Auster (someone previously unknown to me).

2003:  Watching the art documentary series by Sister Wendy.  She shows a painting of Marat killed by Corday.  Had never heard of this before.  Next day “Corday’s victim” is a crossword clue.  Same thing happened when she mentioned Caves of Lescaux.  Next day it was a clue.  We were watching her series on video, not on live tv.

And this very month: Two novels set in the Isthmus neighborhood of Madison, Wisconsin and a third, a memoir, by someone who taught college there. (The memoir doesn’t feature Madison itself.) I’ve never given a thought to that city before. Now it seems so appealing. 

I have a feeling Nick is talking about coincidences more real life than literary; maybe I spend too much time at home to have real life ones.

  I hope you are inspired to read his book.  What attracted me to it was the promised chapter in which he asked women he’d written love songs to just how those songs had affected them.  I was curious to know how they answered. The whole book was entrancing beyond my expectations.

Next post: we get back to a gardening theme.

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Saturday, 21 November 2015

My big plan for the day was to get Klipsan Beach Cottages and Marilyn’s garden both erased from the fall clean up work list, and then to finish Ilwaco and Long Beach tomorrow and have staycation begin on Monday.  (Except for the post frost clean up.)  Didn’t quite work out that way.

We pulled the last of the cosmos out of the post office garden.

We pulled the last of the cosmos out of the post office garden.

post office window

post office window

Before driving north, we swung by the west end of the port to get some photos of the crab pot tree decorating party.

My good friend Misty was there.

My good friend Misty was there.  (That’s Allan taking photos.)

Misty getting her butt scritched.

Misty getting her butt scritched.

That meant our gardening client Diane was there, also.

Diane decorating the crab pot tree

Diane decorating the crab pot tree

Saturday Market manager Bruce Peterson on the right

Saturday Market manager Bruce Peterson on the right

Our former garden client and realtor Cheri Diehl (Discovery Coast Real Estate)

Our former garden client and realtor Cheri Diehl (Discovery Coast Real Estate)

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Allan’s photo

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On the way to KBC, we dumped yesterday’s last partial load of debris in the city works pile, figuring we would need room for lots more at Marilyn’s.

park debris from Long Beach, and a sign we found floating in Fifth Street Park pond yesterday.

park debris from Long Beach, and a sign we found floating in Fifth Street Park pond yesterday.

The day was progressing as planned when, about halfway to KBC, we passed a cat lying in the road, and Allan said “he’s alive”.  A surprising amount of traffic was on the highway and as we slowed and turned around (not easy with the trailer on), we saw him get bumped twice by cars, one of which appeared to run over his tail and one which maybe just jostled him or came really close.  It was a traumatic sight.  Allan ran back and scooped him into a bucket (while I hobbled along).  With the bucket set down on the edge of the side street, I hurried to the nearest house and knocked, and asked if the resident knew of the cat.  He did not, nor did his sister who lived just north.  Meanwhile, the cat lay sideways in the bucket.  We called the shelter and were told we could bring him in.  Thank goodness, because we could then count on a volunteer from there to take him to the emergency vet, which we knew from experience might be all the way to Seaside, Oregon.

Allan’s photo: After looking almost deceased, the cat nestled into the bottom of the bucket.

In the van, the cat curled into a ball and let me pet his head.

In the van, the cat curled into a ball and let me pet his head.  His breathing was ragged.

The rescue operation went pear shaped when we got to the shelter.

South Pacific County Humane Society

South Pacific County Humane Society

Thinking the cat was pretty much comatose, Allan got the bucket out to carry kitty into the shelter and suddenly kitty woke from his stupor and ZOOMED out of the bucket and around the neighbouring building.  We and three humane society people followed; they got a cat carrier and a blanket to catch him with.

in an open storage area

in an open storage area

humane worker goes with blanket to nab him

humane worker goes with blanket to nab him

And VROOM, kitty ran out and around the building and disappeared.  Damn it.  We felt like pretty lousy rescuers even though he was better off than an awful death in the road.  The humane society folk said they will put out food for him and I suppose they will put out a live trap.  Feeling frazzled and unhappy, we went off to work an hour later than we had planned.

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The first thing on my mind for the job was to clip a climbing rose that had been drooping last time.  Today, it was right down in the path, so both Allan and I worked on it in succession.

rose over path

rose over path

later the same work session

later the same work session

Meanwhile, Allan spread 10 bales of Gardner and Bloome Soil Building Compost and I got myself into a pruning mess.

This rose and honeysuckle combo was way tall over the fence, which unfortunately this before photo does not show.

This rose and honeysuckle combo was way tall over the fence, which unfortunately this before photo does not show.

Once I began clipping, I simply could not stop till the climbers were well thinned and off the fence and level with the top of the arbour.  Mary and Denny were grateful because now they will have a winter view of the garden from their dining room and kitchen.

end of day, Allan rakes the debris while Denny enjoys "beer-thirty".

end of day, Allan rakes the debris while Denny enjoys “beer-thirty”.

What with embarking on that project and the hour lost to feline almost-rescue, I realized we were not going to get to Marilyn’s in time to accomplish enough, and therefore we stayed at KBC to make the pruning job pretty near perfectly detailed.  You can see in the background, above,  the deck from which Mary and Denny will now have a good garden view.

I clipped some perennials as well: shasta daisies, old hellebore leaves, Persicaria ‘Golden Arrow’, lavender.

garden all mulched

garden all mulched

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KBC garden is now officially cleaned up for 2015.

KBC garden is now officially cleaned up for 2015.

the debris pile from the rose and honeysuckle pruning

the debris pile from the rose and honeysuckle pruning

Score! Denny gave us this picnic table that he built years ago.

Score! Denny gave us this little picnic table that he built years ago.

On the way home, we drove by the humane society again just to look for Mr. Orange, to no avail.

sunset from the humane society parking lot

sunset from the humane society parking lot

He is very much on my mind.  At least I noticed, back at the shelter,  many doorless storage areas, nooks and crannies where he could shelter out of wind and frost.

We had a look at the progress on the crab pot tree.

We had a look at the progress on the crab pot tree.

I hope Mr. Orange Cat ends up as safe and contented as these two who had snoozed the day away at home.

I hope Mr. Orange Cat ends up as safe and contented as these two who had snoozed the day away at home.

Staycation will be delayed by one day as we will now hope to do Ilwaco and Long Beach tomorrow and Marilyn’s on Monday.  That will be better.  We won’t be rushed, we won’t end up doing a half-arsed job trying to fit Marilyn’s final fall clean up into the end of a day, and we will be able to take the debris to the dump instead of ending up stuck with it at home.  (Later: or so we th0ught!)

the work board as of tonight

the work board as of tonight

I just had time to post the crab pot tree photos on Discover Ilwaco and write up this post before turning around and going out again to a musical evening at:

The Sou’wester

The band tonight was Jenny Don’t and the Spurs, an ensemble featuring an alumnus of Napalm Beach, one of my favourite punk rock bands from olden days.   Click here to listen to a love ballad by Napalm Beach with an unusual subject, one of my favourite pop songs of all time.

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Later: We had an exceptionally excellent evening at the Sou’wester.  Not only was the band great, but I had the delightful experience of finding out that a Peninsula acquaintance of mine (soon to be a closer friend, I think!) was the mother of the bass player and therefore had known many of the punk bands that I knew back in the day.  I’ll call her Ocean Park Debby to differentiate her from my good friend Bayside Debbie (with whom I share plants for the Master Gardener Plant sale).  We’ve met before when her garden was on the 2007 Long Beach Peninsula garden tour, and she’s friends with Prissy, the legendary plantswoman who used to be at Back Alley Gardens in Gearhart.

OP Debbie and I enjoyed our conversation and agreed that it is funny how people who meet us now just think of us as nice older ladies.  I certainly would not have guessed the truth, that her spouse played in a band that even predated my days attending show after punk rock show in Seattle.

on the sun porch at the Sou'wester

on the sun porch at the Sou’wester

It's an honor system store.

It’s an honor system store.

Jenny Don't and the Spurs

Jenny Don’t and the Spurs

I love the new neon sign in the living room; the trailer and car rock up and down.

I love the new neon sign in the living room; the trailer and car rock up and down.

It is based on this image.

Here is a clearer photo from a seller of this charming piece.

At the beginning of this brief video clip, if you look closely, you can see the trailer and jeep rocking.  It just made me happy and I gazed upon it frequently during the evening.

Allan’s photos:

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my friend Debbie's son!

my friend Debbie’s son!

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appreciate audience

appreciate audience

the wonderful sign

the wonderful sign

Folks got up and danced.

Folks got up and danced.

Debbie and I

Ocean Park Debbie and I

I was quite possibly telling her that sometimes, at a show like this, I desperately miss being young and not in pain and able to dance until the wee hours of the morning.  Yes, sometimes that makes me sad.  I feel so old when I hobble around but in my mind I am still dancing.

Debbie recommended to the entire audience that we watch the band’s video filmed in the desert.  While they were filming, a fellow offered to do a shot for them with his drone and it turned out very well.  Here it is: Rattlesnakes and Dogs.

If all goes as planned, we’ll return to the Sou’wester for their Thanksgiving Potluck and then for a show I’ve been anticipating for a month:  A band called The Skinks will perform the entire Village Green Preservation Society album!  We ARE the Village Green Preservation Society, so I can hardly wait!skinks

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Saturday, 24 October 2015

Smokey and Mary say good morning.

Smokey and Mary say good morning.

Yesterday, I had gotten a message from a Canadian Facebook friend, Karla, saying that she and her spouse planned to be passing through Long Beach and wondered if we could have dinner with them.  We’ve been imaginary friends since August 2008, the year that I was obsessed with playing Scrabulous.  When the game of Scrabulous was discontinued, we continued to be imaginary friends.  Karla and Gary had some car trouble and did not make it here yesterday, so today I was waiting for a phone call saying that they had arrived so we could meet them for lunch.  That call came at 12:45 and Allan and I left immediately to meet them at the 42nd Street Café.

Meeting in person for the first time went very well. (Allan's photo)

Meeting in person for the first time went very well. (Allan’s photo)


Gary and Karla watch Allan taking photos of the food.

Gary and Karla watch Allan taking photos of the food.


I had the tuna sandwich, Garden Tour Nancy's favourite.

I had the tuna sandwich, Garden Tour Nancy’s favourite.


Karla and Allan had delicious mushroom quiche.

Karla and Allan had delicious mushroom quiche.


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo


Gary's photo

Gary’s photo


Gary and Karla (Allan's photo)

Gary and Karla (Allan’s photo)

We all found it easy and natural to converse as if we had known each other for a very long time.  Our friends had come all the way from near Toronto.  As Karla said, she loves meeting old friends she’s never seen before, and as they continue down the Oregon Coast and then across country to their winter home in Florida, they might visit more Facebook friends.

After lunch, we had the pleasure of accompanying them to the Seaview beach approach where they saw the Pacific Ocean for the first time.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo


meeting a cute little dog named Taco (Allan's photo)

meeting a cute little dog named Taco (Allan’s photo)


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

The tide was out, making it a long trek over tire tracks to get to the water.  They agreed that it is weird and not very nice to see vehicles driving on the beach.

Looking back from the shoreline: I was embarassed that they had to cross this ugly mess to get to the beach.

Looking back from the shoreline: I was a wee bit embarrassed that they had to cross this ugly mess to get to the water.


Gary, Allan and Karla on the clean wet sand.

Gary, Allan and Karla on the clean wet sand.


looking south toward North Head

looking south toward North Head; edited out the wide view that would have had an SUV in it!


Gary's first visit to the Pacific.

Gary’s first visit to the Pacific.


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo


It's a long walk to the water at low tide. Karla, determined to get her feet in the Pacific!

It’s a long walk to the water at low tide. Karla, determined to get her feet in the Pacific!

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chasing the waves

chasing the waves


a dream fulfilled!

a dream fulfilled!


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo; the water is cold!

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contagious happiness

contagious happiness


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

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 Karla and Gary left to go down the Oregon Coast where they will get to see miles of spectacular beaches (with no cars on them).  We will be following their journey on Facebook.  The visit was joyous and too brief.  I wish we had a guest cottage where we could have put them up and taken them round to see all the sights…and yet they do need to get across the country before winter, and we do have a lot of sights.

At home, we spent the late afternoon working on the Corridor of Spooky Plants for Halloween.  We cannot assemble it all now in case there might be a windstorm.  It’s good to get the basic structure done a week in advance to avoid a last minute rush.

assembling the corridor (Allan's photo)

assembling the corridor (Allan’s photo)


Allan putting hops on the arbour.

Allan tying hops on the arbour.

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the framework in place with some Thalictrum 'Elin' and some spooky alder branches tied in place.

the framework in place with some Thalictrum ‘Elin’ and some spooky alder branches tied in place.


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Evening brought the task of B&O taxes and state tax figuring, and I give myself a gold star for taking care of business.

Sunday, 25 October 2015

My rainy day with Susan Conant...sort of a friend from afar because we are Facebook friends.

My rainy day with Susan Conant…sort of a friend from afar because we are Facebook friends.

Monday, 26 October 2015

I had hope for another rainy day so I could read the next in the Dog Lover’s Mysteries.  It was not to be and so became a gardening day.  Allan took the opportunity to paint the trim on the front fence to match the new arbours.  This made me very happy.

setting up

setting up (Allan’s photo)


Allan starts painting.

Allan starts painting.


I was pleased to see a flower on my Tetrapanax.

I was pleased to see a flower bud on my Tetrapanax.


And lots of buds on my Eupatorium hernandezii , a plant from Todd that should bloom in winter.

And lots of buds on my Eupatorium hernandezii , a plant from Todd that should bloom in winter.  (With Mary)

I decided to clean up the back garden middle bed.

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Smokey was hoping for a campfire.

Smokey was hoping for a campfire.

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It was wonderful to see shy Calvin being brave out in the garden.

It was wonderful to see shy Calvin being brave out in the garden.

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Next door: The crab pots are being readied for commercial crabbing season.

Next door: The crab pots are being readied for commercial crabbing season.


my project: 2 PM

my project: 2 PM


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo


5 PM

5 PM


I also kind of hoped Allan could move our "park" sign which does not show well with a passion flower and clematis growing over it.

I also kind of hoped Allan could move our “park” sign which does not show well with a passion flower and clematis growing over it.


speaking of which: passion flower still blooming

speaking of which: passion flower still blooming

It turned out that sign was attached with bolts that had rusted tight.  Allan managed to remove it and is going to rust proof the sign so the fine details do not not wear away.

The last photo of the sign in this spot.

The last photo of the sign in this spot.


Smokey continued to hope for a campfire, but we had other dinner plans.

Smokey continued to hope for a campfire, but we had other dinner plans.


Allan's paint job.

Allan’s paint job.


Allan's photo

Allan’s photo


I had added more material to the Corridor of Spooky Plants. (Much rain is predicted for Halloween, sadly.)

I had added more material to the Corridor of Spooky Plants. (Much rain is predicted for Halloween, sadly.)

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Allan's photo

Allan’s photo


Allan's painting sheet looking like modern art.

Allan’s painting sheet looking like modern art.

In the evening, we began a visit with another friend from afar.  Carol (my friend for 37 years!) was here from Seattle and we had dinner at the Depot Restaurant.

mango scallops at the Depot

mango scallops at the Depot


Wilted spinach salad is back!

Wilted spinach salad is back!


Allan's delicious French Onion Soup

Allan’s delicious French Onion Soup


Cinghiale Brasato, my favourite winter menu dish.

Cinghiale Brasato, my favourite winter menu dish.


8 PM at the Depot

8 PM at the Depot

After dinner, we took take-out desserts to Carol’s home for the night, the Zelmar Cruiser at the Sou’wester Lodge.

I love visiting the Sou'wester. The Zelmar Cruiser (Allan's photo)

I love visiting the Sou’wester. The Zelmar Cruiser (Allan’s photo)

When I entered the Zelmar Cruiser, which I had cleaned many times during my year of working at the Sou’wester (1993), I found myself hugging the round wall at the back of the kitchen!

The bathroom and bedroom are through there. (Allan's photo)

The bathroom and bedroom are through there. (Allan’s photo)


in the Zelmar Cruiser (Allan's photo)

in the Zelmar Cruiser (Allan’s photo)


the living room (with take out dessert from the Depot; Allan's photo)

the living room (with take out desserts from the Depot; Allan’s photo)


Carol in the Zelmar Cruiser living room

Carol in the Zelmar Cruiser living room


as we leave, more trailers: The Potato Bug and The Blue Wave (Allan's photo)

as we leave, more trailers: The Potato Bug and The Blue Wave (Allan’s photo)

Next: Carol and I tour Cannon Beach, followed by Allan goes boating.

 

 

 

 

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Monday, 6 July 2015

I'm pleased to have sweet peas successfully growing on one of my old crab pots.

I’m pleased to have sweet peas successfully growing on one of my old crab pots.

lilies in the front garden

lilies in the front garden

leaning lily in our post office garden...

leaning lily in our post office garden…

just starting to bloom

just starting to bloom

watering Long Beach

We found the planters not too badly affected by the Fourth of July crowds.

Allan did find a broken plate in one!

Allan did find a broken plate in one!

A June Bug taking a swim as Allan waters a street tree.

A June Bug taking a swim as Allan waters a street tree.

Allan's photo: kids getting their picture taken in the cartoon cutouts (where just their faces show): "I want to be the mermaid!"  "I want to be the shark!"

Allan’s photo: kids getting their picture taken in the cartoon cutouts (where just their faces show): “I want to be the mermaid!” “I want to be the shark!”  That’s Gaura ‘So White’ in the foreground, in Fish Alley.

Allan's photo: Patrons Debbie and a friend deadheading the Long Beach Tavern planters.

Allan’s photo: Patrons Debbie and a friend deadheading the Long Beach Tavern planters.

One of the Basket Case baskets in Fifth Street Park

One of the Basket Case baskets in Fifth Street Park

with Rose 'Super Dorothy'

with Rose ‘Super Dorothy’

another of Basket Case's baskets

another of Basket Case’s baskets

basket, planter, and wind

basket, planter, and wind

Cosmos 'Sonata'

Cosmos ‘Sonata’

one of my favourite planters,  by Herb 'N' Legend Smoke Shop

one of my favourite planters, by Herb ‘N’ Legend Smoke Shop

California poppies

California poppies

Tigridia (Mexican Shell Flower)

Tigridia (Mexican Shell Flower)

After we had watered all the Long Beach trees and planters, we dumped the plant debris we had collected at the city works yard.

I was amused to see tomatoes volunteering by the debris pile.  How did that happen?

I was amused to see tomatoes volunteering by the debris pile. How did that happen?  I smelled the leaves…definitely tomatoes.

Basket Case Greenhouse

We had not been buying plants lately, so we stopped by the Basket Case just because we miss Fred and Nancy.

We bought our van from Fred and Nancy.  Shadow remembers it and always hops in.

We bought our van from Fred and Nancy. Shadow remembers it and always hops in.

By the time you read this, Fred and Nancy will have closed for the season.  They will still sell you what's left at clearance sale prices, by appointment.

By the time you read this, Fred and Nancy will have closed for the season. They will still sell you what’s left at clearance sale prices, by appointment.

I know they still have Geranium 'Rozanne'.

I know they still have Geranium ‘Rozanne’.

I got the very last Clematis roguchii.

I got the very last Clematis Rooguchi

Peninsula Landscape Supply

The reason we had headed north was because I could not resist getting mulch for my own garden.

Peninsula Landscape Supply

Peninsula Landscape Supply

a yard and a half of Soil Energy coming right up

a yard and a half of Soil Energy coming right up

and a purchase of some of these water plants...water hyacinth? for my latest water container

and a purchase of some of these water plants…water hyacinth? for my latest water container

No, they are not water hyacinth.  They have blue flowers, and are unidentified…

home

Allan went off on his own to water the Ilwaco street trees and planters while I spread my lovely yard and half of mulch.

an Ilwaco planter (Allan's photo)

an Ilwaco planter (Allan’s photo)

This bathing jay kept an eye on me.

At home: This bathing jay kept an eye on me.

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I was offloading with the trailer parked in Nora’s driveway, and felt another’s eyes on me…

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I got this close.

I got this close.

Applying the mulch to the areas I had cleared yesterday felt difficult, and at the same time it went far too fast, as usual, and I wished I had more.

all ready for some new plants

all ready for some new plants

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former home of huge Siberian iris and drab daylily

former home of huge Siberian iris and drab daylily

Note how brown the lawn is.  Usually the lawn in the back garden stays lush and green all summer.  This year, it is turning brown except for back by the bogsy woods.  We have had but a rare, light spattering of rain.

Tuesday, 7 July 2015

At the beginning of the day, I picked a bouquet and we delivered it to Salt Hotel for their afternoon and evening open house.

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Mike’s garden

We began our workday with Mike’s front garden, intending to weed but finding that watering was the most urgent task.

Mike's front garden

Mike’s front garden

corner of front garden, with table to put sprinkler on

corner of front garden, with table to put sprinkler on

The only casualty was this year's growth on the schizostylis; it grows along rivers in South Africa and likes some moisture.

The only casualty was this year’s growth on the schizostylis; it grows along rivers in South Africa and likes some moisture.

We are assured that more watering will be done from now on.  People are taken by surprise at how unusually dry our weather has been.

me feeling stern about watering (Allan's photo)

me feeling stern about watering (Allan’s photo)

Escallonia iveyi in Mike's garden

Escallonia iveyi in Mike’s garden

Long Beach

Allan took on the task of pruning the white rugosa rose off the sidewalk at the Long Beach police station.

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Meanwhile, I tackled a pruning job in the pocket park behind Lewis and Clark Square.

First, because some paving is being done, I cut back the spillover cotoneaster from the patio behind the park.

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after

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Awhile back, the owner of the building to the east of the patio asked us if we would take several perfectly pleasant perennials out of a bed by the wall of his building.  That’s not the kind of job I enjoy, so I declined.  I seem to recall that they were shasta daisies and a couple of other plants….

Today, I saw that this was the solution to what Evelyn Hadden would have called a “fragment” garden.

a little paradise paved over

a little paradise paved over

Huh.  Well, maybe they will put some pots on it, or maybe a café will open there (it’s for rent) and use that for an outdoor table.

The owner of the building to the south of the square had politely asked if we could make the rhododendrons not touch her wall, and I decided that I would like to be able to get underneath the rhodos to pull bindweed, so….

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Before

after (I was using the camera known as "Spot")

after (I was using the camera known as “Spot”)

Now I can control the bindweed, and the lawn mowing crew member will love me for making his job easier.

Now I can control the bindweed, and the lawn mowing crew member will love me for making his job easier.

the wee pocket park behind Lewis and Clark Square, after

the wee pocket park behind Lewis and Clark Square, after

driftwood fence as we drove south through town

driftwood fence as we drove south through town on our way to Ilwaco

Sou’wester in Seaview

We made a quickish stop at the Sou’wester Lodge to deliver a garden tour poster.

The Sou'wester

The Sou’wester (I planted that beech in 1993!)

Sou'wester west side

Sou’wester west side

schmoozing with Thandi (Allan's photo)

schmoozing with Thandi (Allan’s photo)

all sorts of snacks in the shop on the sunporch

all sorts of snacks in the shop on the sunporch

Sou'wester sunporch

Sou’wester sunporch

sunporch windows

sunporch windows

shady path to the laundry room

shady path to the laundry room

I just love this place, and it was a treat to have a visit with owner Thandi Rosenbaum.

Port of Ilwaco

In the evening, we finished our watering along Howerton Avenue at the Port of Ilwaco with the plan to get done in time to go to the last half hour of the open house at Salt Hotel.

look how blue

look how blue

Allan's photo: the Lady Washington was in port.

Allan’s photo: the Lady Washington was in port.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

I gave the new plants at Time Enough Books extra water.

Time Enough Books and Purly Shell garden

Time Enough Books and Purly Shell garden

newly planted veronica

newly planted veronica

Perovskia (Allan's photo)

Perovskia (Allan’s photo)

and Origanum rotundifolium

and Origanum rotundifolium

At the very last of the work time, I suddenly took against a tatty blue oat grass.

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after

after

There are better medium tall “blue” grasses than blue oat grass; I just wish they were readily available here.

Then we walked half a block down the street to the Salt Hotel, where we had been hearing the sounds of a happy party while we worked.  I had the usual social anxiety but I felt comfortable as soon as I got there.

Salt Hotel

south side of Salt (Allan's photo)

south side of Salt (Allan’s photo)

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the courtyard

the courtyard

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birthday cake by Pink Poppy Bakery

birthday cake by Pink Poppy Bakery

Owners Julez and Laila appreciate greenery.

Owners Julez and Laila appreciate greenery.

Their Skookum Surf shop, formerly in Seaview, is now at the hotel.

Their Skookum Surf shop, formerly in Seaview, is now at the hotel.

The outdoor sink is for rinsing off wetsuits.

The outdoor sink is for rinsing off wetsuits.

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Pink Poppy Bakery Madeline, Salt Hotel owner Laila, and Jessika of Starvation Alley organic cranberry farm.

Pink Poppy Bakery Madeline, Salt Hotel owner Laila, and Jessika of Starvation Alley organic cranberry farm.

looking north from the courtyard

looking north from the courtyard

Pink Poppy Bakery Jacob and Madeline, and Jessika

Pink Poppy Bakery Jacob and Madeline, and Jessika, our neighbour

Another neighbour of hours, Yarrow, was there.

Another neighbour of ours, Yarrow, was there.

Jacob and Madeline; you may have followed along on their wedding almost a year ago.

Jacob and Madeline; you may have followed along on their wedding almost a year ago.

The occasion was also a birthday party.

The occasion was also a child’s birthday party, with a Pink Poppy cookie monster cake.

This is going to be an amazing place to stay.

This is going to be an amazing place to stay.

Allan's photo: one of the upstairs rooms

Allan’s photo: one of the upstairs rooms

Allan's photo, looking down

Allan’s photo, looking down

still to come: refurbishing the old bar into a local pub and social space

still to come: refurbishing the old bar into a local pub and social space (Allan’s photo)

the view from the pub

the view from the pub (Allan’s photo)

the view (Allan's photo)

the view (Allan’s photo)

Our first friend who will stay there will be Rainyside’s Debbie Teashon when she comes to town for the garden tour.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I think that the perfect staycation month for me would be one where I did not leave my property at all.  Not once (despite the good intentions I had had about trash picking walks).  And yet, I did leave several times during the month of January, and the predominant reason was musical evenings at the Sou’wester.  Here are three more.

Saturday, 25 January 2015

The Dickel Brothers

After the beach clean up day and a couple of hours of recuperation at home, we were back out to see the Dickel Brothers.

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Sou'wester by night

Sou’wester by night

Two of the Dickel Brothers

Two of the Dickel Brothers

The Dickel Brothers specialized in old timey string band music from the teens and 20s.  I loved it, as way way back when, I used to go see a lot of bands of this genre.  I especially liked their old fashioned dress and the nostalgia of the songs.

living room music

living room music

Because the lodge was built at the turn of the last century, I could imagine that maybe back around 1920 there just might have been a band playing the same songs in the same place.

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birds

The stand up bass player does not show in my photo angle.

The stand up bass player does not show in my photo angle.

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For their penultimate song, they walked themselves, playing, all the way to the kitchen door and back.  When I described this to a friend, she asked “The stand up bass player, too?” and I said yes, I don’t know how he did it, but he did.  For part of the song, they were right next to my chair, so close that the fiddle bow was almost ruffling my hair.  It was an exquisite moment and one that I hope to long remember.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo; Sou’wester owner Thandi is in the kitchen doorway

I thought to myself, if I had stayed with old timey music instead of being a punk rocker, maybe I would have had a happier and simpler life! When I made a joking comment to that effect to one of the band members, he chortled and said that they had even been mentioned in Maximum Rock and Roll.

I forgot to tell you that after the show that we attended on January 10th, I got to go up to the apartment over the carriage house where I lived, with Robert, in 1993.

Thandi shows me around.  Robert had put in that dormer back in the day.

Allan’s photo: Thandi shows us around. Robert had put in that dormer back in the day.  It has had another dormer installed in later years.

Back in 93, it was a challenging place to live in the winter, even though it had a sink, stove, and bathtub and toilet.  Wind whipped under the eaves, the roof leaked, and the living area was cramped.  Now it is nice, airy, secure, and light.

Robert installed and painted this old clawfoot tub...a lifesaver after long days of cleaning all the nightly rental units.

Robert installed and painted this old clawfoot tub…a lifesaver after long days of cleaning all the nightly rental units.

Sunday, 26 January 2015

Cedar Shakes

We went back to the Sou’wester Sunday evening for their annual invitational “holiday party”.  Holidays at a resort are so busy that the party takes place after the rush.

Pink Poppy Bakery had made the cake.

Pink Poppy Bakery had made the cake.

In the kitchen, delicious tortilla fixings were being prepared.

This stunning romanesco caught my eye.

This stunning romanesco caught my eye.

salsas, filling, home made tortillas, and fresh crab

salsas, filling, home made tortillas, and fresh crab

Because the Sou’wester is renowned for its vintage trailers, Joe Chasse had come with one of his “canned ham” trailers to display.

living room table with canned ham trailer

living room table with canned ham trailer

This photo is sadly blurry, but shows the side of the handmade trailer.

This photo is sadly blurry, but shows the side of the handmade trailer.

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Allan got some photos of the interior:

film cans for propane tanks on the front

film cans for propane tanks on the front

looking in the front window

looking in the front window

looking in the rear window

looking in the rear window

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Allan's photo: Joe and I solving the world's problems

Allan’s photo: Joe and I solving the world’s problems

Someone had brought an adorable little old blind dog that she was fostering for the local humane society.

Someone had brought an adorable little old blind dog that she was fostering for the local humane society.

one of the main floor guest rooms

one of the main floor guest rooms

It suddenly occurs to me: Does the Sou’wester have room journals?  Oh my, oh my, must find out!

We were entertained by the mellifluous country pop of the Cedar Shakes from Nehalem, Oregon.

The Cedar Shakes

The Cedar Shakes

I don't recall ever seeing this kind of slide guitar before.

I don’t recall ever seeing this kind of slide guitar before.

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Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

the audience listens to a poignant song

the audience listens to a poignant song

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I like to sit and absorb the atmosphere of the living room.

I like to sit and absorb the atmosphere of the living room.

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Owner Thandi had a free raffle with prizes.  I won a night at the Sou’wester and I know just the friend I am going to pass it on to.

Thandi and the raffle ticket jar

Thandi and the raffle ticket jar

After the show, we walked around the grounds a bit.

a Christmas cactus in bloom on the sunporch

a Christmas cactus in bloom on the sunporch

Spartan trailers (with the Zelmar Cruiser at the far end of the row)

Spartan trailers (with the Zelmar Cruiser at the far end of the row)

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Moon over an Airstream, Allan's photo

Moon over an Airstream, Allan’s photo

in the enclosed sauna room courtyard

in the enclosed sauna room courtyard

This area was completed last summer.

This area was completed last summer.

 Saturday, 31 January 2015

Loch Lomond

We closed our month of January with a performance by Loch Lomond at the Sou’wester.

From their Facebook page:

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In addition to employing notable visceral and expert melodic acrobatics, the co-ed sextet of Loch Lomond distinctly incorporates the use of vibraphone, piano, guitars, mellotron, clarinet, flute, drums, bass, and other sonic treatments to foil the even more distinct and arresting voice of lead singer/multi-instrumentalist Ritchie Young. He’s able to switch from high-pitched fragility to alto thunder in the turn of a phrase, yet he knows the power of restraint intuitively, saving vocal tornadoes for emotional apexes buoyed by string swells and moving arrangements.

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A  member of the band opened the show with three songs accompanied by piano.

Allan’s photo: A member of the band opened the show with three songs accompanied by piano.

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The band comprised of eight members drew a full house audience.

Allan’s photo: The band, comprised of eight members, drew a full house audience.

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Allan’s photo

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The lead singer, in striped (echoed by stripes in the audience) spoke of how he had heard of the Sou’wester from friends.  When he first came to the lodge, he walked in and a song by Echo and the Bunnymen was playing on the record player, and he felt he had come home and gone back in time; they then played a cover of the song.

A friend had made them some tea towels.

Allan’s photo: A friend had made them some tea towels.

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Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

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 selling CDs and tea towels after the show

selling CDs and tea towels after the show

After their performance, the band members were toddling over to the Lamplighter Bar, a block away, to sing karaoke.  I felt a mild interest because of an excellent memoir I’d read on that very topic; however, the desire to sit at home with me feet up, watching the Ruth Rendell mystery series on DVD, won out.  If you like karaoke, music, or just good memoirs, here’s the book, which would be best read after Love Is a Mix Tape:

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Because I enjoyed that book so much, I may go watch the karaoke sometime when a Sou’wester group is participating.

Next:  I hope to do a couple of posts about January reading.  As I write this on February 1st, the weather has turned back to rain and I am far enough ahead on the blog again to read for three days before I return to writing.

The mail delivery this week was thrilling:

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I have Rebecca at
http://sceneinourgarden.blogspot.com to thank for recommending Kate Llewellyn’s Playing with Water and getting me started on all Kate’s books.

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I had the most wonderful staycation month in that for the first 3 weeks, I only left our property three times.  It was bliss.  The only thing that drew me out for the first couple of weeks was weekend evening concerts at the Sou’wester.

10 January 2015

The Backsliders at the Sou’wester Lodge

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The Sou’wester by night

snooping in one of the main floor guest rooms

snooping in one of the main floor guest rooms

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The evening began with some reading of poetry and prose.

Martha Grover read a funny excerpt from a memoir about working as a private eye (insurance investigator).

Portland writer Martha Grover read a funny excerpt from a memoir about working as a private eye (insurance investigator).  I recall it was called “The Job Pirate”.

Zach Savage reading poetry

Zach Savage reading poetry

Lisa Wells read an intense and revealing poem.

Lisa Wells read an intense and revealing poem.

Then we enjoyed a rousing performance by the Backsliders, who opened with the promise “We’re gonna sing a lot of songs about drinking.”  The songs, of course, reminded me of my long relationship with a highly creative drinker.

The Backsliders

The Backsliders

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Sample lyrics:  “I’m not drunk, I’m drinking.”  “Twelve pack…” and “Close up the honky tonks, throw away the keys, and maybe the one I love will come on back to me.”

The band was excellent and I felt privileged to be attending such a good perfomance in an intimate living room setting for free.

We did not attend the tarot readings by Belly and Bones earlier in the day.  I’d rather have no hint, real or otherwise, of my future.

On the way across the grounds after the show, I looked, as I always do, at the comforting glow of the Spartan trailer that Robert and I lived in for several months in early 1993.

for rent by the night

for rent by the night

When I was 38, I lived here for awhile.

When I was 38, I lived here for awhile.

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Three for Silver at the Sou’wester Lodge

After another week of blissful seclusion, we went out to another Sou’wester show.  (Fortunately, Allan foraged for food at the grocery story and picked up the mail, or we would have been eating chickweed and herbs and would have had an overflowing post office box.)

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swAgain, we were so lucky to get to see such an excellent band for free and close up.

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Three for Silver

Three for Silver

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The fiddler had joined the band to replace the previous third member who was recovering from a serious hand injury.  He knew most of the tunes but had to sit out a few.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo; the accordian and guitar player sang some songs in Greek.

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Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

The fellow in the hat shows off his bass banjo and his actually made from a washtub standup base.

The fellow in the hat shows off his unusual bass banjo and his actually made from a washtub standup base.

made from a washtub, plywood and, well, instrument parts.

made from a washtub, plywood and, well, instrument parts.

Our friend, artist Joe Chasse showed up for this performance.

Allan's photo as Joe and I chat by the fire.

Allan’s photo as Joe and I chat by the fire.

We were both quite taken with Three for Silver‘s original, swinging, unusual tunes: “Riots, drunken rants, crow conversations, heartbeats, and heartbreaks. Three For Silver plays Top 40 music from an alternate universe where the bass banjo is more popular than the electric guitar. We are most probably playing down the street from your house right now.”  Joe says he’ll buy their new CD when it comes out as he especially liked a song called “Bury Me Standing.”

Each weekend evening when it came time to go out for the concert, I had a terribly hard time leaving the house.  Life inside felt so cozy, and I had books to read.  Each time, I was so glad that I had made me feet move out the door as all the January performances (more to come) delighted us.

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It certainly is a difficult time of year to find time to just read!  There is so much to do in our beachy towns over the holidays.

Thursday, 18 December 2014

I seemed to find all sorts of little chores to do (and presents to wrap) over the afternoon of Thursday.  I even took a short walk as I have not been getting any gardening exercise due to rainy and windy weather.

When I turned the corner on Pearl Avenue, half a block away, the wind from the south was so strong that my walk became a brief one.

at the meander line, looking west

at the meander line, looking west

and east toward our bogsy woods

and east toward our bogsy woods

The same photo, with painted photo effect by Waterlogue.

The same photo, with painted photo effect by Waterlogue.

I hope this winter to do a post on my other blog about the meander line, the irregular imaginary line that runs east-west between the town and the port.

I made it as far as Don Nisbett’s Art Gallery on Waterfront Way (because I knew there would be cookies).

Don was talking enthusiastically to some high school students who wanted internships.

Don was talking enthusiastically to some high school students who wanted internships.

marina view from the gallery windows

marina view from the gallery windows

I returned home to snoozing cats, who continued to lack a lap to sit on as Allan and I were off out to a watercolor art show just round the block at Grays Harbor Community College’s local annex.

Miss Mary, snoozing

Miss Mary, snoozing

Calvin

Calvin

We found the block long trip, at dusk, to be so wet and wild that we got thoroughly drenched.

Looking west on Lake Street...

Looking west on Lake Street…with Allan just leaving our gate.

Allan's photo, looking east

Allan’s photo, looking east

The watercolours by instructor and students were displayed in the hallway of the college.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

mingling, with art instructor Carol Couch on left

Allan’s photo:  mingling, with art instructor Carol Couch on left

We were pleased that our friend from Seaview, Patti, was at the event, as well.  You might recall that Carol Couch’s studio was one of the venues on the recent studio tour, where we had bought a couple of her prints.  I am hoping to take a class from her, perhaps this winter.  She assured me that she takes rank beginners. Even though I have been enjoying creating, well, fake watercolours from photos with the Waterlogue app, I still would like to learn to create the real thing.

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Patti wisely had her high water pants on.

Some cookies, crackers and cheese had been laid out in the student lounge.

Some cookies, crackers and cheese had been laid out in the student lounge of the small college building.

The outdoor seating area, shieded from wind, shows how damp the weather was at dusk.

The outdoor seating area, shieded from wind, shows how damp the weather was at dusk…looking southwest across the port parking lots.

Since it was Thursday, we went out again later to the Cove Restaurant’s fish taco night (where Allan actually got a tasty $2 fish taco to go with the rest of his meal; I’ve been sidetracked every time  by the ahi tuna dish).  The roads were like lakes, with sheets of rain water driven sideways by the wind.

Allan's photo: looking in the front window of the Cove.

Allan’s photo: looking in the front window of the Cove.

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The restaurant had a musician playing and was so busy that we sat at the counter, an excellent spot for watching the kitchen and getting to have quick chats with Wendy and Sondra when they get a moment to rest.

at the counter

at the counter, with restaurateur Sondra and her sister Wendy at work

view from our counter seats into the busy dining room

view from our counter seats into the busy dining room

George Coleman skillfully entertained with seasonal tunes.

George Coleman skillfully entertained with seasonal tunes.

I’d been craving Chef Jason Lancaster’s food as we had not been in for three weeks.  (Last Thursday’s storm had closed the restaurant down, and the previous Thursday it had been full to overflowing.)

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We shared Prawns Solo and Allan had a fish taco and the udon noodle bowl.

We shared Prawns Solo and Allan had a fish taco and the udon noodle bowl.

Chef Jason says that the sauce in a noodle bowl is better absorbed and enhanced by udon noodles than by yakisoba noodles.

I was thrilled that his delectably prepared ahi tuna was on tonight's menu.

I was thrilled that his delectably prepared ahi tuna was on tonight’s menu.

schmoozing with Jason about food (Allan's photo)

schmoozing with Jason about food (Allan’s photo)

the dining room, still aglow as we were among the last diners to depart.

the dining room, still aglow as we were among the last diners to depart.

After the evening of Thursday, January 1st, the restaurant will be closed for the rest of January.  We hear they will be open for feasting on New Year’s Eve (but won’t be staying open till midnight!)

Friday, 19 December 2014

Friday was a much needed reading day…

I read this and China Bayles mystery.

I read this and China Bayles mystery.

One Perfect Day was written in the droll style of the New Yorker, and made me glad that the wedding I attended last summer was a true home made garden wedding, untouched by the wedding industry.

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excerpt

Saturday, 20 December 2014

After a Friday of just reading (pure delight), we devoted Saturday to holiday errands.

We had had a pineapple express of rain overnight, as the view of our back garden shows.

We had had a pineapple express of rain overnight, as the view of our back garden shows.

When we went down to the Saturday Market, we heard that the water had been up over the Jessie’s Fish Co loading docks.

We came just after high tide.

We came just after high tide.

It would have looked like this photo from a 2011 edition of the Chinook Observer:

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Inside the Saturday Christmas Market, our mission was to buy a few gifts and to stock up on some frosted cookies from Pink Poppy Bakery.

Pink Poppy owner Madeline Moore

Pink Poppy owner Madeline Moore

lemony frosted cookies

lemony frosted cookies

Local potter Karen Brownlee had a booth today.

Local potter Karen Brownlee had a booth today.

shopping at Lisa Gillespie's booth

shopping at Lisa Gillespie’s booth (Allan’s photo)

double storm flag (Allan's photo)

double storm flag (Allan’s photo)

a delivery to and a present from Don Nisbett (Allan's photo)

a delivery to and a present from Don Nisbett (Allan’s photo)

Allan's photo by Don's gallery

Allan’s photo by Don’s gallery

On the way north on a present-delivery run, we popped into NIVA green for reasons we cannot specify here (as our reason had to do with Christmas shopping).

inside NIVA green

inside NIVA green

Heather asked me if I would help out with the NIVA green Facebook page.  She actually asked “How much do you charge?” which is a novel question indeed and one that I much appreciated!  I told her that I had just read that book about the wedding industry in which one wedding planner would not name a price but would wait till the immediate afterglow of a perfectly beautiful wedding and then ask the mother of the bride “How much was it worth to you?”  Anyway, I look forward to being able to add some photo content to the page, as Heather herself is busy creating and acquiring objects of art.

Heather Ramsay sets the world on fire.

Heather Ramsay sets the world on fire.

Heather Ramsay table lamps

Heather Ramsay table lamps and faux heater (Oh how I love them, especially the “heater”)

all sorts of charming little gifties

all sorts of charming little gifties

We left NIVA green to deliver presents to the hydrangea house, Andersen’s RV Park, and Klipsan Beach Cottages.

a mossy wall at the hydrangea house.

a mossy wall at the hydrangea house

the footprints of homeowner Lisa and Buzz's dog, Maddie (Allan's photo)

the footprints of homeowner Lisa and Buzz’s dog, Maddie (Allan’s photo)

I am pretty sure that the owner of Andersen’s doesn’t read this blog; if she does, she is going to see just one day early what her Christmas present is: a delightful history book about trailer life.

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Onward we drove to Klipsan Beach Cottages, where the garden was well decorated for the season by owners Mary and Denny.

the view west from Mary and Denny's house showing the road to the cottages on the ridge.

the view west from Mary and Denny’s house showing the road to the cottages on the ridge.

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KBC

view in the east gate of the fenced garden

view in the east gate of the fenced garden

photo enhancement by Waterlogue

photo enhancement by Waterlogue

in the garden

in the garden

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

by the office door

by the office door

inside the office

inside the office

Mary and Denny's tree

Mary and Denny’s tree

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Allan's photo: Bella, me, Mary

Allan’s photo: Bella, me, Mary

some pets for Bella

some pets for Bella

We did not linger long as three of Mary’s sisters were there and bustling preparations were underway for more family to arrive.

As we arrived back in Ilwaco, we saw that a large Santa had arrived two blocks west.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

In the evening, our friend J9 joined us at the Sou’wester for a musical play performed by Nick Jaina.  We had been quite taken with him when we saw him on another stormy weekend over a year ago.

Sou'wester Lodge, Allan's photo

Sou’wester Lodge, Allan’s photo

I always love the glow of the vintage trailer court at night.

I always love the glow of the vintage trailer court at night.

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Sou'wester sunporch, Allan's photo

Sou’wester sunporch, Allan’s photo

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tonight’s event

Innkeepers and guests were just finishing their dinner in the lodge kitchen.  (Allan's photo)

Innkeepers and guests were just finishing their dinner in the lodge kitchen. (Allan’s photo)

We were offered clam chowder; Allan accepted and said it was delicious.

Allan noticed the "how it works" sign on the living room turntable.

Allan noticed the “how it works” sign on the living room turntable.

With J9, we sat on a couch and waited for a few minutes..

With J9, we sat on a couch and waited for a few minutes.

photo courtesy Sou'wester

photo courtesy Sou’wester

From the Sou’wester event description:  With Nick Jaina “recently back from New Orleans, we have a rare opportunity to witness this thought-provoking performance from one of our favorite artists-in-residence and performers. Please be in your seats by 8 pm.

The Hole in the Coffin is a 50-minute story told through words and music by Nick Jaina about a strange experience he had in New Orleans of going to the funeral of his hero and ending up inside the coffin with a gun and a bible. He tries to unravel the information he is given, reconnect with his former love, and piece together the perfect love song.”

Nick Jaina sang and spoke of mysterious happenings on a visit to New Orleans.

Nick Jaina sang and spoke of mysterious happenings on a visit to New Orleans.

While I am not big on New Year’s resolutions, after this riveting performance I resolved to further my efforts to get out to more Sou’wester events in the future, even though it is so hard to leave the house in the evening once one gets settled in.

The performance inspired a thoughtful mood that distracted me from purchasing a copy of Nick’s book.  I must find out if the Sou’wester has it for sale or else order it online.

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Since I was so impressed last year with a song he wrote about lost love, I am particularly interested in his survey on “the ability of love songs to woo anyone, featuring interviews with people [he’s] written love songs about.”

At home, we added some one more photo to our collection of Ilwaco’s homes for the holidays.

our house (Allan's photo)

our house (Allan’s photo)

We would now have four days to relax before the next round of holiday events.

 

 

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