Tom-A-Hawk showing his best side.
After our tubing adventure last Saturday we all went to Edgefield. The McMenamins establishment that’s out in Troutdale. I’ve never seen a group of hungrier women. We were all so famished we could have eaten almost anything. Fortunately, even though they were packed and we had to wait a while to get a table, once we got seated our service was pretty darn good. The beer and the food started flowing almost immediately and we were in heaven.
Spent a lovely evening Friday night with friends at the Indigo Girls concert at the Oregon Zoo. A good time was had by all. And the girls… well they were in great form. Plus, the opening act, David Ryan Harris, was pretty damn good as well. The only issue we had was having to wait 40 minutes in line for food. Once we got it… the rest of the night was cake. Great time, great company. Excellent.
Here I am… Getting the screw taken out of the tire. It’s been there
since the December storm. Too long I guess. At least the tire never
blew out. Comforting.
I came in saying I had a screw loose. I think they could tell that
just by looking at me. Then I told them I needed balance. Amazing what
you can get at Les Schwab huh? Full service is right.
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.
So it’s now Saturday. We’ve spent one full day and a partial here and are enjoying the sunshine and the slightly warmer weather. It’s not warm enough for shorts, but it’s warmer than Oregon. Woo Hoo! Our routine goes like this… we get up, have breakfast at Karen’s parent’s place, and then we walk to the nearby Starbucks for London Fog and Chai. Good routine.
The sun was starting to go down when we reached Sacramento. We kept texting Charles, the nephew, as to our possible time of arrival. We got there just about rush hour time. Not fun, but not too bad. Our only problem was that the GPS kept telling us to turn where we couldn’t onto the campus of the University. Apparently the GPS can’t handle the larger complex of tiny streets within a University setting. It was OK, we managed to maneuver without it. Archaic I know, but using our own brains actually worked. Shocking…
In California you aren’t supposed to have your GPS stuck to your windshield. We are rebels, ours was stuck to our windshield. Shhhhh.
So a few funny things happened on the way to San Jose. First off… we kept seeing these huge airplane wings on trucks. I’ll post a photo in a moment of that.
Another funny thing was the sign… “Are you feeling puzzled? Call 1-800-HIS-WORD”. So, I called. I mean… we were traveling with the GPS, but we did have a few glitches, as one sometimes does, even with a GPS. So… I switched off caller ID and called. Karen was mortified, and said… they will have your number. They will call you back. I was confident they wouldn’t and told her no… I turned off caller ID. So I called. I got a recording offering me help with sermons in either English or Spanish. I had to press one or two. I hung up. But seriously, I felt less puzzled, so that was good.
We then passed a sign offering dirt for sale. I didn’t call that number. We had nowhere to put it anyway.
The last thing, other than just the normal hilarious banter that happens when Karen and I road trip together, was us leaving Sacramento after stopping to visit our nephew who’s going to college there. The GPS was telling us to go one way, and we kept thinking that wasn’t the way. We must have circled like three times waiting for it to “recalculate” when finally, Karen called and asked her dad how to get out of Sacramento going toward San Jose. He was like… take 99 to 4 to 5, etc. Karen goes… that’s what the GPS is telling us. Her dad thought that was hilarious. And really, it was. The moral… don’t resist the GPS, it knows all.