Hints of What's Coming

Two scenes reminding the keeper of the future. One more imminent than the other.

Hunthausen Golf Tournament Dinner

Yes, another late supper for me. 

Thank God I am smart enough to save a little of my food from the morning.

I have come to distrust her timely returns.  The keeper is such a social being.

Tonight after work she headed to Glendale CC.

Mapquest wasn't very helpful. But joggers were.

Her ten raffle tickets for $1500 worth of restaurant certificates were not lucky.

She did choose a very nice bottle of Merlot from these lovely people below, though.

Her table mates were very fun, and I know at least half.

She returned home before the sun disappeared into the west.

And since it all was for a good cause, I didn't complain too much about my continental dinner.

Congratulations to M and all who made it a wildly successful day and night!

High and Low Tech

Every Sunday Poem Man sits at the LFP Farmers Market.

He composes poems on demand using his manual typewriter, 

which in itself, is a novelty for anyone under  a certain age.

Today, the business was a little slow, 

and he was very busy on a more hi tech instrument 

when the keeper visited him.

Celebrating a Lot of Life!

Saturday was not a busy day for me at the cottage. I ate and napped.

The keeper was busy about many things, not for me, necessarily, but for the home.

I ate early.  Yes. Another celebration. 

At a home which has been a home for many many celebrations.

The hostess wanted to celebrate everyone else, 

since there were birthdays, anniversaries of commitments, and moves.

However, they surprised her since it was her birthday this week. 

They celebrated her incredible spirit of  friendship, hospitality and generosity which she has shown them all.

And they celebrated each other as well.

But I am still older than any of them! 

She came home bearing fragrance of a very rich poblano meal--Chicken in Mole.

But there were no leftovers.

TGIF on the Deck!

I was pleased to see her come home and stay home tonight.

We dined on the deck and watched the sky turn pink and violet.

We watched the mosquitoes come forth.

She put a flea type collar on her ankle to ward off mosquitoes.

I napped wile she read until the raccoons started climbing through the laurel bushes.

We called it a night when they started their prowl for water  (and small animals).

A Dinner with the Presumptive Mayor of Yachats

I was still feeling poorly.  However she came home, cooked a chicken breast, put it in the blender and fed me through an eye dropper.  I suddenly felt better. better enough to eat out of my dish.

Then she left me for another dinner.

This time their friend was in town from Yachats. OR.

He is running for mayor there. 

They shared gazpacho and many stories from the old seminary days.

Pretty unbelievable stories which were too wild to make up.

There were class yearbooks with photos of them and others looking oh, so young and earnest.

Send off for Kate

Last night I didn't eat.  Not because she didn't feed me but because I was ill. 

She ate, though.  She went to a dinner party to celebrate Kate's send off to finish her last year year if high school and start college all at the same time. 

I asked her why she didn't have photos of Kate.  She said she did, but she said Kate would be embarrassed to see them.