Monday, July 7, 2014

The Best Fourth Of July

On the Fourth of July, I was so tired I thought I might crawl into bed at 9PM. I was inside working on the house when Carrie drove over to pick up Oatie. She noticed that there were fireworks going on all over Portland. Quite a lot across the street from my house and really going on in 360 degrees as we spun around. She walked back over and we sat outside with our chairs and the dogs, and then walked down the street to catch a phenomenal street show just a few blocks from our home. People were gathered all along the sidewalks watching. So we shared in the fireworks and took Bailey and Oatie. They both enjoyed it and people were amazed they weren't spooked by the noises. Bailey practically skipped home- I think he thought it was such a treat to be out so late. The next day he didn't get up til about 1PM after his late night.

Fireworks are illegal in Portland, but today I had a police officer in today and asked him about it. He said, "As long as they aren't doing anything stupid, we leave them alone." I think that is sort of the mantra of life in Portland. Like parking your cars on the wrong side of the road. Or driving a little fast. Or smoking weed.

It was a good Fourth.

Friday, June 27, 2014

Living for yourself

For the last several days, I've been off Facebook. The first day after my departure, I was working hard on my house- installing new hardware in the kitchen, painting, organizing and whatnot. I thought about sharing photos with everyone, showing all the things that I was accomplishing. Then I thought how nice it was to be doing things for myself, for my own satisfaction. I wondered what kind of society we were becoming- all these people who want accolades for everything they've done. Importance measured in the number of likes you receive on your posts and pictures. How valid is it anyway? And is it creating a society where we do things for the approval of others rather than for our own internal pleasure? Strangely I realised today that I had not had any urges to go on Facebook, that I hadn't even really thought about it in a day or two. It's feels good.

Monday, June 23, 2014

In the Garden.

I'm reducing my social networking time in favor of more time in the yard. Time to write and read and enjoy life. Not that I was crazy on the internet, but I am feeling like I need to step back for a while. So, I may resume posting here rather than on Facebook.

These are all in my backyard. Last night. Both dogs love the yard.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Quiet Dining with the Monsters

In the shade of the old brick fireplace
& an unknown about-to-flower tree-bush
Eating arugula and organic Parmesan
Sharing treats with the monsters
Birds chirp here & there, from above
Oatie hunting & sniffing in the bleeding hearts
Bailey snoozing at my feet, content in the shade
The breeze in the trees, whooshing leaves above
An errant horn
Far away cheers from the soccer fields
Solitude I hadn't planned for
I've never dined in my garden before
This will be the new normal

Wednesday, June 4, 2014


It’s been three nights in the house. 

Three Quiet Nights. 

I didn’t realize how much I was missing my alone time. How space and peace regenerates and renews.

Last night, I sat on the front porch with the dogs, a fizzy water, and a block of cheese. Overlooking the park. Reading. Writing. Thinking.

Since May of 2011, I’ve been living with other people. Traveling or roommates, or visiting.

Introverted people need to be alone to regenerate.

Although I’m outgoing, I’m very introverted.

The other day, I played piano from 10PM to midnight. Because I could.

Once again, I have thoughts of art and sewing and writing. I had thought they went away. I had no creative urges for so long, it seemed like they had died.

I have no doors (they are in the garage to be painted and hinges stripped). No window coverings (they are ordered and on their way). Boxes piled into the art/office room and in the basement. My car doesn’t fit into the garage yet.

And yet, it is calming.

Things have gone wrong. (The shower suddenly has no water pressure. I’m not sure why. I will figure it out.)

But I don’t feel overwhelmed.

It feels like home. It feels like me.

It was just what I needed.