Monthly Archives: July 2006

Here, again….

….safe and sound (sorta) in the Northwest, and things have been busy since the plane touched down.

Brett’s girlie Cora retrieved me from the airport, and we stopped and had a bite of lunch and a little shopping at University Village. Once at Mom’s, we went to the store for flowers (for today’s events) and a couple other little things. Probably one of the more important things we purchased was “Off,” which saved us last night while we watched Brett play soccer (they won 8-6—nice, since they were playing two palyers short). When the boys were young, I was the classic “soccer mom,” Brad and I even did a little coaching. In recent years, Brett has played both indoor and outdoor, most recently on recreational co-ed teams. Last week was the first game of this new season and they got their arses handed to them. This week, they were in fine form, and it was good fun to watch.

Today began with a burial service, for my Aunt, south of where my Mom lives. The weather here in the Northwest has been almost unbearably hot the last week or two, but today was bloody cold. Of course, I hadn’t brought, shall we say “funeral attire,” for cold, so I was quite uncomfortable. What (who??) saved me was my cousin Darrell, whom I backed up against for warmth while the service was in progress.

During “intermission,” my mom, an uncle and I met up with Alex, at The Keg for something warm and yummy—then it was off North for the memorial service. Many, many people stood and spoke of what my aunt had meant to them, how she had blessed them, helped them and so on. It was clear that she was a huge part of her community and church, and she will be sorely missed. Thanks to all of you who have expressed your condolences over the last couple days.

Tomorrow is the annual family picnic—back at the lake. In a way, I really lucked out, getting to come back in time to catch it. Sunday, Mom and I will join the boys and the rest of the gang at the Scottish Highland Games, another lucky break since I love the games. Aside from spending the day enjoying the site of men in kilts, the highlight is the bagpipe competition and the massing of the bands at the end of the day—-hundreds of pipers all on the field and playing at omce, the ground almost quakes with the sound! One of the best pipe bands in the world is from British Columbia and is always there to compete—I can hardly wait.

And now, mostly because I think a blog without pictures is boring, I’ll sign off for now.

More soon 🙂

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Here, again….

….safe and sound (sorta) in the Northwest, and things have been busy since the plane touched down.

Brett’s girlie Cora retrieved me from the airport, and we stopped and had a bite of lunch and a little shopping at University Village. Once at Mom’s, we went to the store for flowers (for today’s events) and a couple other little things. Probably one of the more important things we purchased was “Off,” which saved us last night while we watched Brett play soccer (they won 8-6—nice, since they were playing two palyers short). When the boys were young, I was the classic “soccer mom,” Brad and I even did a little coaching. In recent years, Brett has played both indoor and outdoor, most recently on recreational co-ed teams. Last week was the first game of this new season and they got their arses handed to them. This week, they were in fine form, and it was good fun to watch.

Today began with a burial service, for my Aunt, south of where my Mom lives. The weather here in the Northwest has been almost unbearably hot the last week or two, but today was bloody cold. Of course, I hadn’t brought, shall we say “funeral attire,” for cold, so I was quite uncomfortable. What (who??) saved me was my cousin Darrell, whom I backed up against for warmth while the service was in progress.

During “intermission,” my mom, an uncle and I met up with Alex, at The Keg for something warm and yummy—then it was off North for the memorial service. Many, many people stood and spoke of what my aunt had meant to them, how she had blessed them, helped them and so on. It was clear that she was a huge part of her community and church, and she will be sorely missed. Thanks to all of you who have expressed your condolences over the last couple days.

Tomorrow is the annual family picnic—back at the lake. In a way, I really lucked out, getting to come back in time to catch it. Sunday, Mom and I will join the boys and the rest of the gang at the Scottish Highland Games, another lucky break since I love the games. Aside from spending the day enjoying the site of men in kilts, the highlight is the bagpipe competition and the massing of the bands at the end of the day—-hundreds of pipers all on the field and playing at omce, the ground almost quakes with the sound! One of the best pipe bands in the world is from British Columbia and is always there to compete—I can hardly wait.

And now, mostly because I think a blog without pictures is boring, I’ll sign off for now.

More soon 🙂

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Here, again….

….safe and sound (sorta) in the Northwest, and things have been busy since the plane touched down.

Brett’s girlie Cora retrieved me from the airport, and we stopped and had a bite of lunch and a little shopping at University Village. Once at Mom’s, we went to the store for flowers (for today’s events) and a couple other little things. Probably one of the more important things we purchased was “Off,” which saved us last night while we watched Brett play soccer (they won 8-6—nice, since they were playing two palyers short). When the boys were young, I was the classic “soccer mom,” Brad and I even did a little coaching. In recent years, Brett has played both indoor and outdoor, most recently on recreational co-ed teams. Last week was the first game of this new season and they got their arses handed to them. This week, they were in fine form, and it was good fun to watch.

Today began with a burial service, for my Aunt, south of where my Mom lives. The weather here in the Northwest has been almost unbearably hot the last week or two, but today was bloody cold. Of course, I hadn’t brought, shall we say “funeral attire,” for cold, so I was quite uncomfortable. What (who??) saved me was my cousin Darrell, whom I backed up against for warmth while the service was in progress.

During “intermission,” my mom, an uncle and I met up with Alex, at The Keg for something warm and yummy—then it was off North for the memorial service. Many, many people stood and spoke of what my aunt had meant to them, how she had blessed them, helped them and so on. It was clear that she was a huge part of her community and church, and she will be sorely missed. Thanks to all of you who have expressed your condolences over the last couple days.

Tomorrow is the annual family picnic—back at the lake. In a way, I really lucked out, getting to come back in time to catch it. Sunday, Mom and I will join the boys and the rest of the gang at the Scottish Highland Games, another lucky break since I love the games. Aside from spending the day enjoying the site of men in kilts, the highlight is the bagpipe competition and the massing of the bands at the end of the day—-hundreds of pipers all on the field and playing at omce, the ground almost quakes with the sound! One of the best pipe bands in the world is from British Columbia and is always there to compete—I can hardly wait.

And now, mostly because I think a blog without pictures is boring, I’ll sign off for now.

More soon 🙂

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Here, again….

….safe and sound (sorta) in the Northwest, and things have been busy since the plane touched down.

Brett’s girlie Cora retrieved me from the airport, and we stopped and had a bite of lunch and a little shopping at University Village. Once at Mom’s, we went to the store for flowers (for today’s events) and a couple other little things. Probably one of the more important things we purchased was “Off,” which saved us last night while we watched Brett play soccer (they won 8-6—nice, since they were playing two palyers short). When the boys were young, I was the classic “soccer mom,” Brad and I even did a little coaching. In recent years, Brett has played both indoor and outdoor, most recently on recreational co-ed teams. Last week was the first game of this new season and they got their arses handed to them. This week, they were in fine form, and it was good fun to watch.

Today began with a burial service, for my Aunt, south of where my Mom lives. The weather here in the Northwest has been almost unbearably hot the last week or two, but today was bloody cold. Of course, I hadn’t brought, shall we say “funeral attire,” for cold, so I was quite uncomfortable. What (who??) saved me was my cousin Darrell, whom I backed up against for warmth while the service was in progress.

During “intermission,” my mom, an uncle and I met up with Alex, at The Keg for something warm and yummy—then it was off North for the memorial service. Many, many people stood and spoke of what my aunt had meant to them, how she had blessed them, helped them and so on. It was clear that she was a huge part of her community and church, and she will be sorely missed. Thanks to all of you who have expressed your condolences over the last couple days.

Tomorrow is the annual family picnic—back at the lake. In a way, I really lucked out, getting to come back in time to catch it. Sunday, Mom and I will join the boys and the rest of the gang at the Scottish Highland Games, another lucky break since I love the games. Aside from spending the day enjoying the site of men in kilts, the highlight is the bagpipe competition and the massing of the bands at the end of the day—-hundreds of pipers all on the field and playing at omce, the ground almost quakes with the sound! One of the best pipe bands in the world is from British Columbia and is always there to compete—I can hardly wait.

And now, mostly because I think a blog without pictures is boring, I’ll sign off for now.

More soon 🙂

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……and back again

Let’s see, where did we leave off?

We left Lynden, with a full car and some fresh berries and headed back to Seattle. Brad had dropped off his dissertation at the U for a formatting check and as they were not open over the weekend, we needed to retrieve it before close of business on Friday. It was not ready. Drats. We bought a jumbo envelope, postage and returned to the office, then decided to capitalize on fact that we were in the city and headed to the Pike Place Market for a bite to eat (fish and chips, of course).

We bought flowers, and fruit…..

……then headed north a bit toward my Mom’s house. We stopped by Brett’s bike shop and then enjoyed an impromptu dinner with he and Cora (again at The Keg) before getting to Mom’s and crawling into bed.

Sunday morning we took off toward Portland, where Brad’s sister J lives. Brett, Cora and a couple others from the shop were mid-way through the annual Seattle to Portland Bicycle Classic—-204 miles in 2 days—and we were slated to drive Brett’s car down so they had a way home. Alex came along to drive them back. They made really good time, and beat us to the finish line; when we caught up with them at the finish line festivities, they were tired, but excited to have made it. No injuries, one flat tire. About 9000 people participated this year, some doing all 204 miles in one day, one guy doing the entire ride on a longboard (skateboard). The kids are excited to participate in a ride for MS in the fall. Keep your eyes open for a chance to donate! Here are Brett, Cora and Blair….three out of four of the team.

After pizza and beer (ample amounts of both), and lots of hugs, the kids left us in Portland and headed home.

Portland, Oregon, is a great city, one made up of neighborhoods, each with a slightly different flavor. J had just moved into a brand new home in December…..and what a house! This is a new generation of home, very “green.” The house (and the other three on the block just like it) have mostly concrete construction, concrete floors and wall create thermal mass, and the floors incorporate radiant heating. Rainwater is collected on the roof and driveway to provide outdoor water and water to flush the toilets. Hot water is made using solar energy, and solar panels generate electricity for the local utility company. Any hardwood is bamboo. The interior is sleek and urban, and J had done a great job of decorating it will new furniture and linens. The guest room/suite was heavenly, and J goes out of her way to make guests comfy. We had a great time. Thank you J!

We checked out a fantastic newish yarn shop, which was everything a yarn shop should be, including a cafe. I met the owner, Pat Thom, at camp last year, just before she opened the store, and I’ve wanted to see the store since then. Even Brad was impressed.

From there……….well, you’ll just have to wait for later.

Now, a New Word (did you miss this??). Today’s word is convoke, a verb which means: to call together a meeting. What intrigues me about this word is it’s origin and how it relates to so many other words. Here’s what my little calendar says:

The Latin noun vox (“voice”) and the related verb vocare (“to call”) have given rise to many English words, including “convoke.” Other English descendants of those roots are usually spelled with “voc” or “vok” and have to do with speaking or calling. Thus a “vocation” is a special calling to a type of work; an “evocative” site or smell calls forth memories and feelings; and a “vocal” ensemble is a singing group. “Provoke,” “irrevocable,” “equivocate,” and “vociferous” are just a few other vox/vocare derivatives.

When I started this post I was yet to extract myself from my bed; between the travel, the return to altitude after 3 weeks at sea level and the busy days since our return….I’m pooped. Today, there were errands to run and packing to do so I can hop on a plane in the morning. I had the news on (Iraq’s Prime Minister was speaking to congress), and the computer was in my lap, as I completely resisted the pull of the morning, and the events of the day. But Blogger being blogger, I could not get my pictures to load (ya’ll want pictures, right?), so I headed out to run the errands and now I’m in a bit of intermission between the errands and picking up the doggie friends from the groomer.

That’s all for now—I may or may not be around for the next few days, but I’ll pick things up where I’ve left off when I can.

TaTa for now!

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……and back again

Let’s see, where did we leave off?

We left Lynden, with a full car and some fresh berries and headed back to Seattle. Brad had dropped off his dissertation at the U for a formatting check and as they were not open over the weekend, we needed to retrieve it before close of business on Friday. It was not ready. Drats. We bought a jumbo envelope, postage and returned to the office, then decided to capitalize on fact that we were in the city and headed to the Pike Place Market for a bite to eat (fish and chips, of course).

We bought flowers, and fruit…..

……then headed north a bit toward my Mom’s house. We stopped by Brett’s bike shop and then enjoyed an impromptu dinner with he and Cora (again at The Keg) before getting to Mom’s and crawling into bed.

Sunday morning we took off toward Portland, where Brad’s sister J lives. Brett, Cora and a couple others from the shop were mid-way through the annual Seattle to Portland Bicycle Classic—-204 miles in 2 days—and we were slated to drive Brett’s car down so they had a way home. Alex came along to drive them back. They made really good time, and beat us to the finish line; when we caught up with them at the finish line festivities, they were tired, but excited to have made it. No injuries, one flat tire. About 9000 people participated this year, some doing all 204 miles in one day, one guy doing the entire ride on a longboard (skateboard). The kids are excited to participate in a ride for MS in the fall. Keep your eyes open for a chance to donate! Here are Brett, Cora and Blair….three out of four of the team.

After pizza and beer (ample amounts of both), and lots of hugs, the kids left us in Portland and headed home.

Portland, Oregon, is a great city, one made up of neighborhoods, each with a slightly different flavor. J had just moved into a brand new home in December…..and what a house! This is a new generation of home, very “green.” The house (and the other three on the block just like it) have mostly concrete construction, concrete floors and wall create thermal mass, and the floors incorporate radiant heating. Rainwater is collected on the roof and driveway to provide outdoor water and water to flush the toilets. Hot water is made using solar energy, and solar panels generate electricity for the local utility company. Any hardwood is bamboo. The interior is sleek and urban, and J had done a great job of decorating it will new furniture and linens. The guest room/suite was heavenly, and J goes out of her way to make guests comfy. We had a great time. Thank you J!

We checked out a fantastic newish yarn shop, which was everything a yarn shop should be, including a cafe. I met the owner, Pat Thom, at camp last year, just before she opened the store, and I’ve wanted to see the store since then. Even Brad was impressed.

From there……….well, you’ll just have to wait for later.

Now, a New Word (did you miss this??). Today’s word is convoke, a verb which means: to call together a meeting. What intrigues me about this word is it’s origin and how it relates to so many other words. Here’s what my little calendar says:

The Latin noun vox (“voice”) and the related verb vocare (“to call”) have given rise to many English words, including “convoke.” Other English descendants of those roots are usually spelled with “voc” or “vok” and have to do with speaking or calling. Thus a “vocation” is a special calling to a type of work; an “evocative” site or smell calls forth memories and feelings; and a “vocal” ensemble is a singing group. “Provoke,” “irrevocable,” “equivocate,” and “vociferous” are just a few other vox/vocare derivatives.

When I started this post I was yet to extract myself from my bed; between the travel, the return to altitude after 3 weeks at sea level and the busy days since our return….I’m pooped. Today, there were errands to run and packing to do so I can hop on a plane in the morning. I had the news on (Iraq’s Prime Minister was speaking to congress), and the computer was in my lap, as I completely resisted the pull of the morning, and the events of the day. But Blogger being blogger, I could not get my pictures to load (ya’ll want pictures, right?), so I headed out to run the errands and now I’m in a bit of intermission between the errands and picking up the doggie friends from the groomer.

That’s all for now—I may or may not be around for the next few days, but I’ll pick things up where I’ve left off when I can.

TaTa for now!

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……and back again

Let’s see, where did we leave off?

We left Lynden, with a full car and some fresh berries and headed back to Seattle. Brad had dropped off his dissertation at the U for a formatting check and as they were not open over the weekend, we needed to retrieve it before close of business on Friday. It was not ready. Drats. We bought a jumbo envelope, postage and returned to the office, then decided to capitalize on fact that we were in the city and headed to the Pike Place Market for a bite to eat (fish and chips, of course).

We bought flowers, and fruit…..

……then headed north a bit toward my Mom’s house. We stopped by Brett’s bike shop and then enjoyed an impromptu dinner with he and Cora (again at The Keg) before getting to Mom’s and crawling into bed.

Sunday morning we took off toward Portland, where Brad’s sister J lives. Brett, Cora and a couple others from the shop were mid-way through the annual Seattle to Portland Bicycle Classic—-204 miles in 2 days—and we were slated to drive Brett’s car down so they had a way home. Alex came along to drive them back. They made really good time, and beat us to the finish line; when we caught up with them at the finish line festivities, they were tired, but excited to have made it. No injuries, one flat tire. About 9000 people participated this year, some doing all 204 miles in one day, one guy doing the entire ride on a longboard (skateboard). The kids are excited to participate in a ride for MS in the fall. Keep your eyes open for a chance to donate! Here are Brett, Cora and Blair….three out of four of the team.

After pizza and beer (ample amounts of both), and lots of hugs, the kids left us in Portland and headed home.

Portland, Oregon, is a great city, one made up of neighborhoods, each with a slightly different flavor. J had just moved into a brand new home in December…..and what a house! This is a new generation of home, very “green.” The house (and the other three on the block just like it) have mostly concrete construction, concrete floors and wall create thermal mass, and the floors incorporate radiant heating. Rainwater is collected on the roof and driveway to provide outdoor water and water to flush the toilets. Hot water is made using solar energy, and solar panels generate electricity for the local utility company. Any hardwood is bamboo. The interior is sleek and urban, and J had done a great job of decorating it will new furniture and linens. The guest room/suite was heavenly, and J goes out of her way to make guests comfy. We had a great time. Thank you J!

We checked out a fantastic newish yarn shop, which was everything a yarn shop should be, including a cafe. I met the owner, Pat Thom, at camp last year, just before she opened the store, and I’ve wanted to see the store since then. Even Brad was impressed.

From there……….well, you’ll just have to wait for later.

Now, a New Word (did you miss this??). Today’s word is convoke, a verb which means: to call together a meeting. What intrigues me about this word is it’s origin and how it relates to so many other words. Here’s what my little calendar says:

The Latin noun vox (“voice”) and the related verb vocare (“to call”) have given rise to many English words, including “convoke.” Other English descendants of those roots are usually spelled with “voc” or “vok” and have to do with speaking or calling. Thus a “vocation” is a special calling to a type of work; an “evocative” site or smell calls forth memories and feelings; and a “vocal” ensemble is a singing group. “Provoke,” “irrevocable,” “equivocate,” and “vociferous” are just a few other vox/vocare derivatives.

When I started this post I was yet to extract myself from my bed; between the travel, the return to altitude after 3 weeks at sea level and the busy days since our return….I’m pooped. Today, there were errands to run and packing to do so I can hop on a plane in the morning. I had the news on (Iraq’s Prime Minister was speaking to congress), and the computer was in my lap, as I completely resisted the pull of the morning, and the events of the day. But Blogger being blogger, I could not get my pictures to load (ya’ll want pictures, right?), so I headed out to run the errands and now I’m in a bit of intermission between the errands and picking up the doggie friends from the groomer.

That’s all for now—I may or may not be around for the next few days, but I’ll pick things up where I’ve left off when I can.

TaTa for now!

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