Ummagumma

When I was four years old, I doubt my parents were listening to Pink Floyd.  I don't really remember what they were listening to.  Roy Clark and Buck Owens probably, which I still enjoy when I have to.  I remember being chased around the yard for something, and my mom wasn't able to catch me!  I remember throwing rocks with Ben Blackman and the police coming to our door.  I remember falling out of a plum tree.  I started kindergarten when I was four...that's right, an overachiever from the get go, a tendency thankfully crushed by lethargy and a system that rewards the average.

That whole moment of inertia, seems to take forever sometimes...

I am applying for another job.  It's part time, but it sounds fun and will fit with my other part time work.  If I get it, I am going to get a new economy-minded car.  It would be nice to get good gas mileage and not worry about the fortune in gas that I am spending to singlehandedly destroy the environment. 

I have to get busy again, and will hopefully not be distracted again soon by the chirping birds and splashing water...

A blustery day

I have to admit I wish I were sitting at the window and knitting...a terrible thing to admit to, though I am working instead.  I got a  call from Nathan.  He played a gig on Saturday and was feeling good about it.  He recommended a book to me by Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49,and its a fun read so we talked about that.  I will do what is recommended to Pynchon Newbies, and just read it (and then try to dissect it on the second run-through although that isn't recommended).

People are huddled at the bus stop, and another bunch are huddled apparently waiting for the zoo to open.  I should get back to working...it doesn't help that I am listening to Pink Floyd either.  It matches the day.  Waiting for worms...not the most inspirational or uplifting song...for some reason...I have some really nice yarn...

Update:  "Drats!" to these ambiguous data requests, always send me off on a tangent!

A nice weekend!

Was going to head over to mom's this weekend, but unfortunately we weren't able to go.  Instead, we stayed around home and had quite a bit of down time just hanging out.  I gave the kids some options for Saturday activities (I would only pay for one) and they chose ice skating!

 Elizabeth and I went grocery shopping Saturday after skating, and picked up some necessities...stuff for waffles and some bacon!

Here they are: The Waffle Brigade!

William and I did some sidewalk art.

And we all played on the playground!

After lunch, we headed to the Center for Wooden Boats, and played with their pond boats...until...SPLOOSH!  I look over from the bench and watch William take a header into the pond!  ACK!  It was totally slow motion!  By the time I got around the pond, he was out and we got him quickly out of his clothes and wrapped in a blanket and towel.  Poor guy, I felt bad for him but we had a good laugh, got home made some cinnamon rolls and spent the rest of the day stamping and embossing paper, courtesy of Sandy.  Man, do I ever feel blessed.   

A weekend slower than usual...

This past weekend, we didn't pack in as much as we normally do.  Saturday morning we hit the first showing of "Born to be Wild" at the IMAX, and that was pretty cool.  The 3d effects were super, putting you right into the jungle and the savannah following orangutans and elephants that were orphaned and being raised by humans...it was a really neat story.  Then we went and hung out at EMP for a couple of hours.

 William expanding his mind at Seattle Center!

How is she doing that?  Megan in the anti-gravity mirror.

 Elizabeth riding the fish :)

Whale's tail...

On Sunday, we started out at the skate park, but it was pretty intimidating because there were lots of bigger kids there and more than a few bikes.  Bikes make it dangerous because they don't follow the same lines as skateboarders, and I wonder if they are even looking sometimes.  Leaving there, we headed for the "zip-line park" and had some good play time :)

 On the merry-go-round

 Monkey bars

William getting ready to launch as Elizabeth looks on...

I think the other parents cringe when we are there, because my three are daredevils on the zip line, wanting to be spun around and launched fast!  I gotta say they come by it honestly!  

I feel so blessed to be spending time with them.  Last night we went bowling!  It was fun as heck with Elizabeth getting a high score of 102!  I think I scored somewhere in the 60's <ugh>.  

Ice rinks, skate parks, pumpkins and ponies :)

This weekend was a pretty full weekend for us!  We started at the library on Friday and picked up books and a movie and for dinner Elizabeth made some rockin' spaghetti sauce for us, got up Saturday morning and got started!

First, we went to a wet and deserted skatepark

Megan kicking her board

home for lunch and then off to the ice rink

 Elizabeth and Dad

 Megan and Dad

 William and Dad

 The four of us on skates

 Future figure skater?!

Future hockey player?!

And on Saturday night we carved pumkins!    

 Bat Cat Pumpkins by E and M, Grave Yard by W, the supposed to be a scary face (the one with all the holes in it) by myself, and the Ghosts by Sandy

Sunday we chilled at home playing Uno and Scrabble, went to a harvest-festival-type-thing for bouncy houses, pony rides, and bobbing for apples. and before you knew it, the weekend was over :( 

Ping Pong Wizard there on the left!

 Sandy and Snowflake

A hat someone got a steal on!

This was my latest hat almost done.  I got it done and blocked out without taking a full picture of it, but you get the idea I hope.  It went to the charity auction and someone got it for next to nothing.  I bid on it too, I liked it!  

Climbing in the Wallowas

Last weekend, Woody, Mark, and I went climbing in the Wallowas in Eastern Oregon.  We met up in Portland and drove my rig out to Two Pan trail head up the Lostine River with our sights set on climbing Glacier Mountain.

Glacier Mountain is about 6 miles and 4,000 ft above the trail head.

Mark coming across the river.

A swimming hole.

Me, just below the summit, getting ready for some 3rd/4th class terrain.

Is that Roasty on the summit?!

Mark filling up water bottles in the meadow after the climb, only 5 miles left to camp.

It was really cool to climb with Woody again, after so long, and I am kind of proud of myself for sticking with it to the summit.