Author: leh
rDay Eighteen, Snow and Cold
We awaken to a smattering of snow on the ground, then accompany Devil Dog Charlie on his morning excursion, viewing Mt. Emily in the distance from the Forest Service and EOU campus fields.
But the highlight of the day was a virtual visit by Ivi...
A Conversation With Ivi
This morning Ivi, by way of Google Hangouts, called. We learn that she has completed and submitted her thesis, plans an outing at the zoo next week, is sewing a new blue dress, received some jasmine tea that a friend brought back for her from a spring break trip to China, is trying to line up guest dancer demos for her organization, is generally feeling great and rather stress-relieved. And much more. Lively as always …
rDay Seventeen
A brief morning spin into the valley, then a dog stroll in the rain down to the Arts Center, walking home past sidewalk sculpture, and finally attempting to dry off the always-in-motion Charlie demon-dog.
rDay Sixteen
Today: taking notice of signs of spring in the front lawn (and all over town), walking to the library, returning home before rain falls.
rDay Fifteen
Today I spent a couple of hours at Birnie Park with Kristin of Redbat Design (highly recommend her work, btw), where we played with her new camera and had lively discussion with her husband and pre-school daughter. Here are a couple of views, one inside the park, the other of distant Mt. Emily.
rDay Fourteen – Postscript
Some sightings from yesterday. In (the unlikely) case anyone might be interested …
Circa 1961-63 Thunderbird plus rat rod Dodge pickup.
rDay Fourteen – Do It Again
On a blustery late afternoon, the Dreaded Hound is taken public. Again, we walk.
rDay Eleven – Easter Morning at Morgan Lake
With snow gently falling, we drive to Morgan Lake for an early morning outing with The Beast.
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rDay Ten – EOU and the Neighborhood
Today’s late afternoon dog walk mostly takes in the green spaces of the EOU campus. We also visit EOU’s Stenard Memorial Garden, where we note the nearby window through which Kim once escaped her middle school class (as witnessed and told to me by Jenna Dorn). On the way home, we walk by the demolition (under protest) site of the former anti-domestic violence center, Shelter from the Storm, and also pass by my old office, now occupied by Grande Ronde Recovery and situated as our next door neighbor. And we make it home before rain.
