Every evening, I bring in the nine cushions from my outdoor furniture.
It doesn’t take very long to bring them in and stack them on my dining room floor.
In the morning I take them out again so that I can enjoy my patio furniture during the day.
This is something new that I’ve started after prowlers began to visit in our neighborhood. I have a video clip of one guy pawing through my pillows and smelling them.
I don’t like bringing them in. Continue reading “Good ol’ Herbie”
I was tired of seeing the graces always depicted as beautiful young things. I think wisdom comes with age and life and pain and knowing what matters. “
This is a comment by Clara, a character in the mystery novel A Fatal Grace by Louise Penny, referring to a painting of three elderly women depicted as the Three Graces.
Age, life, pain and knowing what matters.
Today was a new adventure for me in food shopping.
On the red tray is my haul from Coquine , a delightful French-inspired restaurant in SE Portland.
As Coquine is open for take out only. Customers can buy prepared entrees, baked goods and other delicious items from Coquine.
Also, Coquine allows their farmers and other food purveyors to sell direct through their restaurant. The menu is quite extensive with produce, meat, seafood, coffee, tea, eggs and dairy.
It was hard to just order a few things but since I crave vegetables, I opted for a fresh produce bag.
Since I can’t always find locally roasted coffee, I added a pound of Coava Coffee beans to my order. Coava describes their coffee as “northwest coffee roaster notoriously fueled by good folks and Led Zeppelin”. I like their coffee and was happy to find it on the Coquine take out menu. Continue reading “Bounty from Coquine Restaurant in Portland”
Walking down an alley, I saw this request on a neighbor’s backyard fence.
So, I complied.
I smiled and immediately felt better.
I felt a connection with my neighbor or whoever wrote this.
The neighborhood felt less lonely. Continue reading “So I did!”
I am heartened by the actions of people who try to make a difference.
My friend is waging a battle to save Powell’s Bookstore.
A source of pride for locals, Powell’s is no ordinary bookstore. It is the grand dame of bookstores.
Continue reading “The Power of One…”
Gosh, I would love to hug these little creatures and enjoy a warm embrace in return.
Cold metal. Brrr.
Social isolation is terrible. I see my friends on social media or from a safe distance.
I can’t give them a hug or sit beside them at lunch. Continue reading “Open arms…”
If you ever dreamed of playing for millions around the world, now is your chance. Play inside, play for the world. Nike Post on Instagram
Now more than ever, we are one team. #playinside #playfortheworld Nike on Twitter
Continue reading “Play for the world”
I am trying to make every meal an “event” even if I am eating alone.
On second thought, especially if I am eating alone. Continue reading “Because I’m worth it”
I awake early to a dark and cold house.
Downstairs, I flip the switch on the gas fireplace in my living room. I am rewarded with heat and light.
I keep the blinds closed. There is nothing inspiring about looking out into the dark. Continue reading “A simple breakfast”
This is what I am thinking about this morning as I sit by the fireplace.
“We join spokes together in a wheel,
but it is the center hole
that makes the wagon move.
We shape clay into a pot,
but it is the emptiness inside
that holds whatever we want.
We hammer wood for a house,
but it is the inner space
that makes it livable.
We work with being,
but non-being is what we use.”
— Tao De Ching