Tonight: the fancy-country-club chicken dinner was yummy. I have been trying to stay out of restaurants; I prepare/cook my meals, just for the sake of taking pleasure in it and also for saving some money. So it was really fun to eat out, as I haven't in awhile. And it was just chicken! Here's the real story: it was an event I attended as an honored guest. Really! I was able to reconnect with a large group of folks I used to work with - folks that changed my life. It was a library event, and I was paraded around the room as the "almost finished grad student". Someone very important in south Florida library-land said of me, "She's the best kind of public servant there is." Wow. I hate to gloat, like I am jinxing myself out of future jobs, but tonight was awesome.
Now, it's time for pictures.
When Steve and I were hurrying to the Ft. Lauderdale airport last month, we caught a glimpse of this teddy bear (totally naked, just how Spinning Girl likes 'em), snuggly tucked into the side of a semi-truck:
The day after I arrived in Portland, the family went up to Timberline Lodge for a picnic. This is Mt. Hood (elevation 11,000+ ft) hardly covered in snow:
Inside the Lodge (built by the WPA; you might recognize the facade of the lodge from The Shining), there are so many fireplaces, you just about want to stop, drop and drink hot chocolate:
As a general rule, I love warm colors and earthy browns:
I guess he saw them too: butterfly swarm on Mt. Hood!
Back in the heart of SE Portland, my rose garden (planted August, 2001), gives quite the show. This is a floribunda rose with some recent history: Our Lady of Guadalupe:
A classic hybrid tea: Mr. Lincoln in full bloom:
I could talk roses all afternoon. I miss them, and now that I have room to plant some, I should really look into it.
Enough pictures for now!
I still have unpacked boxes from my move. Well, maybe I tackled the last one today. I found my good hair dryer, jewelry, black pants, and a gift I'd bought months ago for one lucky Blogger...
5 comments:
"I missed your tiny peep."
in response to the wiki how-to.
Then it became something more like
"I just tried to say 'I missed your tiny peep' in response to your wiki how-to, but I got this error: whatever it was."
So hopefully this "Other" thing works.
Your roses are so much better than the roses we had in West Palm when I was growing up. Though I was in love with my purpley colored one.
Congratulations!!!
That teddy bear is the best thing in the world.
I still have one box to unpack from the move in June. It had my hair dryer, too, until I found it when we had the move the box in when Ernesto was coming. Yay us for not destroying our hair with hair dryers!
I apologize for the commenting issues. Argh! Here's the latest from the Gospel according to Blogger:
Users who have switched to Blogger in beta will not be able to login to comment on blogs that have not switched. Commenting using the “anonymous” or “other” options will still work. Update (9/12): We have started working on making this possible, however the change is substantial and will take a little while before it is ready.
I too missed your peep. You grew roses in West Palm? Do you know of nurseries around the county?
PRETTY!!!
They aren't anywhere near as pretty as the ones you grew in Portland! I did a science fair project on them in elementary school one year, too - when should you pick them to make them last the longest, or something like that. We used to buy them at a nursery called Possum Hollow that's long gone. I always loved going there as a kid because they had 6 or so very friendly kitties. After that, I think we got them at Home Depot. I think there's still a nursery on Military Trail not too far south of Northlake, but I don't know if they have roses.
Ooh guess what! I went home today to get my Alfster and evil kitty and first thing I saw when driving up: two potted trees with little greenish yellow fruits on them! A cumquat and a key lime! I will have to ask my mom where she found them tomorrow.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
the bear!!! the bear!!!
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