The theme for this week’s Photo Hunt is hands. I looked through the ol’ archives and found this one, taken in December, 2008, with my iPhone camera. We were working on our most recent rental project and this is the clean the paint out of the brush technique that seemed to work best. I used a funky camera setting with the phone to get this shot. I kind of like it.
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We went for a stroll today at the pups favorite park… not sure if it’s really their favorite park or we just imagine it to be since it’s fairly close to our place and they always seem to have a good time when they’re there. Either way, and makes no never mind, they always enjoy it and we do too. I’ve taken hundreds of photos there, though most of the time I do it with the digital SLR. Today, however, I decided to walk on the wild side and not take the big camera with me. I left it in the trunk. I decided to concentrate on the pups and on talking to my sweetie. It was time very well spent. I enjoyed the heck out of it. Though, as you can see by the posted photo here, I managed to squeeze in a few pics with my iphone. I can’t help myself. Again I’ll say, like in the Sixth Sense, but not, I see photographs.
Before we found ourselves at Cathedral Park we’d ventured over to the SE side to try and find a flag pole. Yes… we need a flag pole. We have a flag pole fastener fastened to the house, it just doesn’t have a pole. And now we have flags. That’s plural on the flags. They are Tibetan peace flags. I got them for my birthday, last September, and we haven’t put them up yet. Granted, we were heading into late fall and early winter at that point and who wants to put up flags that will be tormented by snow, sleet, rain, and this year, more snow. So we waited. But now it’s spring and we need a pole so we can finally get those flags up. Alas… the flag place was closed. Seems they don’t operate on Sundays. Bummer. Luckily for us the trip wasn’t in vain… or is that in vein… one never knows for sure. Again, I digress… the trip wasn’t for naught. There was a Japanese place right across the street we’d passed so many times and said to ourselves most times… we should try that place. Today, thanks to the closed flag place and our drive there, was the day. And it was pretty darn good. Tempura, teriyaki chicken and gyoza. Yum. The walk at the park afterward was nice. It always feels good to walk after a big meal.
Working our way forward… on Sunday, after we got back from the beach, we went to the Sah-Hah-Lee 3 par golf course out toward Estacada and shot 9 holes. Martin kicked our butts, though Mary wasn’t too far behind. Poor Karen and I brought up the rear. But hey, we had a great time. It’s pretty out there and the course was nice. What more can you ask. Other than, perhaps, to find your ball after it’s landed in the water hazard.
We had a busy day today. Get up, load up the mower, weed eater, and some garbage bags and head over to the rental house to take care of the lawn, head to the recycling center to dump off the metal from the gas heater in the scrap metal pile, run home to shower and get ready to drive in, park, and then ride the streetcar to see Corteo, the latest Cirque Du Soleil show that’s in town, and get home in time so the little man doesn’t feel like he’s been totally abandoned. Whew… and that was just today.
Yesterday we drove to Newberg to watch a rugby match, went to the Dairy Queen in Newberg to get coney dogs (they still make and sell them at that particular Diary Queen, though they aren’t on the menu now, just like they did when Kev and I were kids growing up in that area… when we’re there, we have to get them. It’s required.), drive home to change, then head in to a women’s kayaking meeting to see if we one, liked the group, and two, find out about starting to kayak. Where they go, what they do, how skilled we actually have to be. That sort of thing. We liked them so I think there may just be some kayaking in our future.
As for Corteo today… we liked it. Maybe not quite as much as Varekei (I can’t remember how to spell it), the last show that came to town, but still… we liked it. Just really amazing. My favorite part… the acrobats. The part of the show that made me think of my mom… the whistling ring master. He had a good set of whistling lips on him and I kept thinking, mom would love this. Plus, she could’ve totally done his part. She’s an amazing whistler. I’m going to tell her she missed her chance at whistling stardom. If we’d only known they were looking for whistlers…. damn.