Waymoot

Things are going well the rains have returned and that makes the webfooters of my addopted Oregon much happier. One of the unmentioned downsides of global warming is the psychological links of too much sunshine and depresion in the pacific northwest. Our garden is about dead, the BBQ is packed away, the fire place is cleaned and ready, the pantry is stocked with cocoa,coffee, and strong dark spirits. Come wind, come rain, come wild mushrooms, come friends from drier places. Love Rob

Sam and his dog celia are fine friends. They share everything to perhaps a bit to much. This includes food goes both ways and sleeping quaters.

today i handed in the keys to 3714 25th st, and am now a full time resident of 1357 guerrero. lynne and lou i so wish y'all could join the house warmin' festivities... although the parlour might do well for a spare room in the advent of an across the pond, and to the left coast-induced need of crash space.

oy!
lexible

This evening I left the Lawton Ave house for the last time. I've come home to that house almost every day for more than a decade, and now it's empty again for the first time since I moved in. Eleven years with eight house mates, all told.

This wood carving is the latest addition to my garden. He needs a name, so please vote:
Treebeard
Garden spirit
Tree spirit
Garden guardian
Other

An enormous weight lifted off my shoulders as I decided to abandon my moving sale and pronounce everything free. All week, I’ve been frantically haggling on Craig’s List. An effort that was not wasted as three brawny young guys carried away my unwanted sofa and paid me $200 bucks for the service. But for the last 14 years, I have lived off the fecundity of San Francisco, whose sidewalks frequently sprout pots, pans, dishes, books, lamps, vintage dresses, mirrors, shelves, desks, tables, chairs, wine glasses, computer keyboards, flowerpots, art supplies, and every other imaginable odd end. I felt an immense sense of balance after watching the 20-something couple load up their car with all my things, equilibrium had been served and I had replenished the stream from which I so often dipped. Goodbye San Francisco.

Proving Joseph’s theory that dancers are the most clumsy people on earth, in on act of ballistic Balletics, I managed to drop a quart jar of Bubbies Kosher Pickles on my head. I ended up in the ER. They kept asking me if I was confused, and I had to admit I was, but that the condition had predated my accident. It appears that although I'm absurdly thin skinned, I have a pretty hard head and was pronounced OK.

Just as I left the ER, I saw Oli, zooming by in Lou’s little Honda - familiar blue fleece jacket, matched to his zippy, efficient little steed. A swell of happiness, my Knight in fuzzy armor coming to rescue me!

Hi you all. Tristan pointed me over here. I know Joseph and Oliver are about, but I'm not sure who else is about please feal free to say howdy to the Portland folks at 503 735-9219.
Sam has become a baseball junkie. It started with a city wide little league tournement. Now B.B. is an ajective for anything wonderful in Sam's vocabulary. For example Sam eats baseball sandwiches and demads baseball stories to go to sleep, according to Sam Laurie has baseball nipples. The kid is just over 2 and can hit a slow pitched hard ball with a small bat. The only other thing that keeps his attention as much as baseball are dogs. Sam insists on holding the leash when walking dogs, he feeds,breushes,even clips toe nails.

Chihuly glass sculptures at Kew Gardens in the incredible Victorian glasshouses