Yesterday’s meeting of our bookclub left me feeling wonderful. Continue reading “It’s all good…”
The pop up on my smartphone was timely.
“Reach out to a friend” was the reminder from Google that I programmed a few months ago. Continue reading “A Google Prompt”
Tragedy and I are old friends.
I have dealt with tragedy before.
This is what I know.
It is hard everytime.
The road may be different but pain always shows its face.
People can be wonderful.
People can be cruel.
People can be clueless. Continue reading “Thoughts…”
Strong social support is one of the keys to happiness and good health. Making an effort to improve relationships with people already in your life is one way to increase your social support.”— Jeanne Graner Krochta, L.P. Mayo Clinic
I have an acquaintance whose hobby is collecting “friends”.
She is warm and friendly. She has amusing conversations.
She flutters from one friend to another.
She undoubtedly has hundreds of Facebook friends.
She finds no lasting joy in friendship, only the excitement of making a new friend.
Or, rather, making an acquaintance.
The devil is one of my oldest companions.
When I was a lazy child my Mother would scold me,
“The devil finds work for idle hands!”
So, I dutifully skulked off to my room or anywhere out of her sight.
Or, I found something to do. Continue reading “The Devil and Me”
All of my life I have enjoyed the comfort of my faith, my family, and my friends.
My faith has diminished and grown over the years as I deal with life’s ups and downs.
My family, while not TV family perfect, are there for me.
My friends, although scattered across the world, are there for me.
Cards, bath salts, flowers, chocolate, cookies, walks, lunches, notes, phone calls.
Hugs. Lots of hugs.
Ladies who lunch.
Ladies who drink prosecco.
Ladies who read books.
Ladies who laugh.
Ladies who are friends.
Ladies who are my friends.
Thank you for sending me this picture and wonderful message.
Thank you for your prayers.
A little love and attention make all the difference.
Two yoga buddies, we headed out to the beach in my friend’s adorable Mini Cooper.
Adorable is usually reserved for puppies, but don’t you agree that this is the cutest, most adorable car??
Red Hills Market
Even though the beach is less than two hours away from Portland, we stopped in Dundee for lunch.
Taking our time. We were like school girls playing hooky!
We had a tasty egg salad on arugula sandwich and coffee at the Red Hills Market.
Pretty soon, after conversing about everything under the sun, we arrived in Lincoln City.
My friend and I stayed in her contemporary beach house near Lincoln City.
An open floor plan, two-story,glass windows in the living room and bedrooms with incredible views.
Sunshine and light everywhere with simple elegant furniture and striking artwork.
Even though this was an elegant custom home, I felt comfortable.
She and her late husband designed and built it just in time for their honeymoon.
I smiled at the picture of him carrying her over the threshold over twenty years ago.
Her husband’s life was cut short a few years after the completion of the house.
There were many other photos of family gatherings, meals by the lake and life outdoors.
I felt honored to spend time in this special place filled with memories.
We opened a bottle of French red wine to sip while enjoying the view.
After relaxing and watching the water for awhile, we prepared dinner.
I should say Linda prepared dinner. I did help stuff and fold the dumplings.
In my bedroom, I left the blinds on the windows open so that I could enjoy the early morning sun.
The two large windows on two adjoining sides of the room provided a watery panorama.
At first, I felt a bit seasick watching the water…no joke!
Because it is Oregon in the spring, it rained and rained.
I slept well.
Our last day on the Oregon coast.
An amazing sunrise over the water.
A warm, dry day after days of rain.
Young eagles in the tree outside.
Fresh coffee. An omelet with Linda’s homemade sundried tomatoes.
A bit of lunch before heading back to Portland?
Let’s go to Bella Beach!
Cafe C’est la Vie
Penelope Cole, the owner, has created a magical French creperie in this tiny beach community.
I always make it a point to go for breakfast or lunch when I am in the area.
The food is always good and Penelope is gracious and charming.
Cafe C’est La Vie speaks to my heart with its French books, memorabilia and French cuisine.
I think Sylvia Beach would approve. As would the grand dame of French cuisine.
C’est la vie!
C’est si bon!
Cafe C’est la Vie, 8 Bella Beach Drive, Depot Beach, OR 97341