Daily Archives: July 11, 2007


I‘m terribly rude! I give my blog a face-lift and then run off and neglect it for a week as though I didn’t want to see all the bruising. Well, that’s really not the case. The fact is that I took a couple days off after the holiday and with all this beautiful weather we’ve had I just couldn’t sit still long enough to post. I didn’t even keep up with my buds by reading their blogs and that’s ultimate ruditity. Okay…ruditity isn’t a word, but if Ginormous can be included in the new Webster’s then ruditity won’t be far behind. Mark my (new) word.

So, friends, I did actually drop in on a few of you over this past week but only briefly as I searched online for trailheads on the wild Wilson River or fireworks stands whose sales support the larger, threatened shows. After all…it just isn’t The Fourth if you can’t take all your youngsters out to the local lake, river or historic site for a family picnic, followed by a massive fire fest with a finale accompanied by a live performance of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture with real cannons…right?

Not having youngsters of my own, I prefer to avoid overcrowded fields full of obnoxious drunks fighting over blanket space and whose child accidentally kicked over their beer. Yeah, I prefer to stay home with my illegal fireworks, and dear neighbors, and discuss the appropriate age for children to move up from sparkler, to Roman Candle, to lighting mortars that rival those large blooms found at the public displays.

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Of course, once I convince the parent that their child is old enough…and said parent agrees…I cannot be held liable for any mishap.

But I digress.

The Annual Skyline Hamlet Potluck and Fireworks Extravaganza went off without a hitch. The food was fabulously standard American Independence Day fare with a few non-traditional gems thrown in to keep this eclectic group sated. The crowd, a jovial mix of locals, friends, family and children reminded me how the adults become more childlike on this particular holiday. Once our host, Baird, pulled out his infamous home-made, Steel-Wool-Ring-O-Fire…

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(Baird shows how it’s done)

…all the adults were clamoring to be the next to give it a whirl. Women and men alike! Meanwhile, the kids, well taught about the danger of fire, wanted nothing to do with that fierce ball of molten metal.

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(Joy spins some serious heat!)

The next few days were spent trekking to the coast and a couple rivers….

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…with the dog…

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…and working in the yard. You see, when you get good weather in Oregon, you take full advantage and neglect all other calls to duty; my father called a week ago and I still haven’t returned his call. Am I an asshole? No. I’m an Oregonian! (okay…transplanted but acclimated!)

We only have this weather for 3 short months, and during those months we’ll even get a few days of rain. Not hot, sunny, tropical rain but cool, overcast skies rain. Therefore, we must enjoy the weather above all else…or be forever depressed!

Sorry dad.

So, tonight I blog and hopefully catch up on my reading. Tonight, with temps finally dropping from 100 (that’s another story) to a comfortable, breezy 84, I can sit here in my favorite spot on the deck and toast the WiFi Gods for allowing me this opportunity. I’m watching the Goldfinches and Chickadees feed their young as I type. The squirrels and chipmunks come in occasionally to chase off the young birds and later, the flying squirrels will drop in for breakfast. The bats will swing by for their early meal as well and not long after…the owls.

On that note…I’m off to make a late, light dinner and then return here to catch up with my friends, before heading off to sleep under the heady perfume of the Catalpa Tree.