Monthly Archives: July 2007

Summer’s Bounty

Friday night’s little skateboard exercise really wasn’t all that bad. Aside from rendering me a bit gimpy on Saturday I was still able to take the boys to the river.


Then make a stop at the local grower for some apricots followed by a visit to a nearby orchard to pick peaches.

Sunday was overcast and ugly so we turned this…


…into this…


…with a simple wave of our wands. There must have been some magic involved because we ended up with 48 jars, about a dozen more than expected.

Between batches of jam I noticed his pretty lady out in the yard with a her fawn.


I couldn’t get a shot of the fawn but Mark said s/he still had spots.

Monday evening while Mark was at the neighbors swimming I pulled out the box of peaches and threw together a pie. I’ve never actually made a peach pie before and it didn’t seem to be browning properly and the dough looked like it was melting. I was pretty annoyed knowing the dough would be tough and chewy but when I finally pulled this beauty from the oven…


…it was pure flaky goodness, even if it didn’t look pretty. (I need to work on my edges)

Yep, it was a great weekend, and with warm weather and no rain, there’s no better way to spend the weekend than putzing around enjoying the treats summer has to offer.


Alcohol and skateboards don’t mix!


And…I have a ligament or potentially torn meniscus that will remind me of that fact for the next week…or longer. Still…it’s better than the hell that was last week…and a fun start to a great weekend. Let me download the pics and I’ll fill you in.

Potter Break

Yep, I’m just a kid at heart and I’m taking a short break to read Harry Potter before someone spoils the story for me. Besides, with the dark skies and unusually high humidity sapping all my energy like a Dementor, I have nothing to blog about.

Well, okay, I have a couple things to blog about but I need to finish this book first, and attend a funeral tomorrow. So…I’ll be back real soon…like Wednesday…promise.

Phun Photo Phriday


Catalpa Tree Blossom

The heady scent of these flowers announce the arrival of Portland’s summer.

Gay Cravat

I know…you’re gonna scream if you have to look at one more picture from the garden…so go on then…scream.


When I took the photo of the day lily for last Phriday’s post, there was only one of my favorite day lilies in the picture. Two day’s later the plant erupted with blooms. It’s called the Gay Cravat and I guess you could call it a screamer too.

Gay Cravat.jpg

I love it’s peachy goodness!

Okay, I’ll try to stop with the flower pics for a while.


Every week at work there is a farmer’s market under the trees near the central fountain.  On Tuesday afternoons I take the short walk from my office to this wonderland of fresh fruits, veggies, soups, cheeses, breads and music.  I’ve learned not to bring my lunch on Tuesdays and to eat breakfast a little later so I can head to the market in the afternoon.

I usually pick up some berries and a bowl of soup then sit in the grass and listen to the music while I enjoy a little summer sun. Today, it’s raining, so I’ve come back to my desk to eat my pineapple gazpacho and half-pint of raspberries. There’s nothing better than fresh light food to make it feel like summer even on a gray, wet day.

It looks like we’ll be making pickles and apricot jam this coming weekend.  I wonder what a pickle and apricot jam sandwich tastes like?  I could make one…but I’m really not that curious.  You think Elvis ever ate a pickle and apricot jam sandwich or did he stick to peanut butter and banana’s?

My mind is wandering because I don’t want to get back into the boring task I’m working on.  Fortunately, it’s a once a month task and I won’t have to think about it again for a while so I better go finish up. Better yet, I just looked at the calendar and next months meeting will probably be canceled so if I finish up today, I’m of the hook for two months.  Yipee!!


Ah, another Monday, another few hours of solitude. I love Mark, but I also love these few hours each week where I can be alone and pick my nose. Okay…so I don’t pick my nose, much, but I can sit here and read, watch a movie, take a run, a walk, water the garden or just pick my nose. It’s a welcome break and nice to spend a bit of time alone.

Tonight’s drink; a nice Italian red, Barbera d’Alba, 2004 La Loggia, a gift from Elena and Emilio who recently arrived here from Torino. Emilio grew up in Alba and has shared a number of their wines with me over that past few months. Thanks Emilio, cheers!

I’ve paired tonight’s wine with an ancient recording by a distant family member: Pat Metheny. Having Southern roots, virtually everyone is considered a distant cousin but this one is well documented and I don’t mind being his distant publicist. If you don’t know his music, I highly recommend this album. If you like your jazz a bit less tame, I recommend “Off Ramp”. Oh…and while I’m promotin’…I suggest you take a listen to Lyle Mays, Pat’s on again, off again, keyboard player. Neither would have become who they are without the other…IMHO.

Now, I want to tell you of my unusual trip home from work.

The road I drive is a winding rural drive along the ridge of the West Hills of Portland. The area is not heavily populated but there are many hidden houses and virtually invisible driveways. Although I drive this road twice a day, five or more times a week, I still drive cautiously. Aside from the bicyclists, runners and domestic animals: deer, raccoons, skunks, opossums and elk are not uncommon along the road. Bear sightings are not unusual here but it’s the occasional report of kangaroos that fall more in line with what I experienced tonight.

Driving home from work I rounded a nearly blind curve and saw a huge bird jump into the road from a row of sempervirens. Not fly…jump! I hit the brakes and came to a stop within a foot of a peacock. Yep…that’s right…a big, green, three foot tall peafowl!

I’m familiar with peacocks, having family who use them as “watchdogs” on their farms in California. Peacocks are not the friendliest of birds and this pecker immediately began attacking my truck, and not in a good way. This peafowl was literally jumping into the air and dropping his heavy beak onto my hood and grill. I was furious and deservedly so considering I’d just had my hood replaced a month ago! I wanted to get out and wring the fucker’s neck but I knew better, I wasn’t going anywhere near that bastard’s beak. I’ve been pecked by a peacock before and it’s far worse than getting gang-pecked by a flock of geese on a golf course, but that’s another story.

My response was to hit my horn hoping to chase the bird away but he wasn’t budging, he was on a mission. In fact, the horn seemed to excite his rage. I started to back up but another car quickly rounded the curve behind me and stopped just short of my rear bumper putting an end to my escape route. I was trapped. The driver behind me couldn’t see the bird working over the front of my truck like a prizefighter with his opponent against the ropes and began honking his horn. This only excited the bird’s frenzy. A few seconds later a car approached from the opposite direction and saw the peacock pounding my grill. The car slowed to pass carefully and the peacock turned on his car.

Now, with the bird distracted I tried to open my door thinking I could run and alert the owner but the damn bird saw the door open and turned back to attack my car. I retreated and decided to wait it out when a woman suddenly appeared from the driveway adjacent to my passenger door. Her appearance pulled the driver behind me off his horn and I could here her sweet, lilting voice calling ”Petey…oh Petey…come on in now!” With that, the peacock stopped his attack, raised his head and peered over the hood of my truck then pranced regally past the passenger door, toward the woman, and down the driveway. Once he was out of site, the woman caught my eye through the side window and said, “I’m so sorry, Petey was startled by the lawnmower, I hope he wasn’t too much of a problem.” Then she disappeared down the driveway behind the bird.

I drove home not thinking about the potential damage to my truck but that the people I live among are beautifully eccentric and how even the kangaroo story doesn’t seem so unusual now. I still have a smile on my face and only wish every day could be as oddly entertaining.