The neighborhood thugs won’t let me cross. It’s a rough area.
Lush.
Cynic.
One-womanizer.
Living in Portland after a much needed
escape from the Midwest.
*my wife and I live in a floating house, so there are a lot of beers on the dock and such (and NO, wife is not just a term of endearment).
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Heidi Klum and Seal just woke up me with all their honking.
To clarify:
We have an interracial goose/duck couple that lives in our moorage. A dark colored little duck and a big white goose. Natalie named them (as she does all the local animals).They never leave each other’s side. They swim around all day and Heidi Klum never shuts the hell up.
Once I asked Nat if she thought that they realized that they are entirely different breeds, and she said “it doesn’t matter, they just love each other…plus Heidi Klum is SO pretty.” (and she is quite the goose)
We love them with slight caution…ever since John and Yoko (the mallards) lost their babies and then left us we’ve tried to not get too attached.
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I just made this my desktop background on my work computer (which I stare at ALL day).
I think I’m officially ready for spring at The Dock of the Gay.
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We drove around our island forever today.
Bald Eagles every few minutes, Quail wandering, not a single gas station, or Subway, or Starbucks anywhere on the island. Nothing commercial, just agriculture, animals, and a whole lot of nature. We stumbled upon this field that must have had over a hundred Cranes (or possibly Egrets? They looked like Herons, but there were FAR too many of them for Herons). They make THE most adorable noises.
These are the kind of days that make me appreciate how far these two Midwestern girls have come.
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Someone in one of the neighboring floating houses is playing the violin.
It’s echoing across the water.
It’s like the entire island is listening.
…and everything else just disappeared from my mind.This moment is perfect.
