This is from Esther, who lives in Tilburg, the Netherlands. Esther has a new puppy! She’s an Australian Labradoodle.
This multi-view postcard from the Czech Republic brings me the following: “I wish to you good and strong health and good mood!” She also includes an old Wallachian quote: After all things is nothing, only after bees is honey.”
The Missouri/Michigan alleyway to be exact. Let’s see what we find.
Some alleys are paved, but many are not. However, unlike the ones in my neighborhood, this one is well traveled and not overgrown at all.
I love how illicit alleys feel, the ability to look right into people’s back yards.
Nice use of “urbanite” and old shovels in this wall. This yellow house is where the owner of the tiny houses (featured a few weeks ago) lives.
A rather ominous doll. Is it a message to alley interlopers such as myself?
I liked the bark pattern on this tree.
A very nice back fence.
I found it interesting how a new house was grafted onto the old house. From the street front, it’s probably not at all visible. But in the alley we can see the secrets.
More good bark.
This is the back side of the house up for demolition that I featured a few weeks ago.
An abrupt ending to the alley and a good view of how the freeway, aside from cutting out Minnesota Ave., also took a bite now and then out of some other streets.
I was amused by the tulips being planted in the planter box with vegetable-like spacing.
Pretty house for sale.
It seems to have very nice looking original glasswork.
This is the Patton Home, which was originally a retirement home, but now is run by Ecumenical Ministries and offers SRO housing to drug-free low income population.
I wondered what this was and the internet told me. It’s an Urban Farm and Guesthouse.
I spy in this window some starts.
Which will no doubt be planted on one of the many beds that surround the house.
I really like the look of this back/side yard.
Here’s the plaque for the Emmanuel Temple, organized in 1965.
And here is the building itself, which we can see is not taken up by the Emmanuel Temple any longer.
But fear not! Across the street from the old church is the new Emmanuel Church.
The stickers on this car had me wondering just what “low mileage” on a 1974 car would look like.
I liked the look of these two houses. They are unique. Very skinny–kind of like the infill skinny houses. Portland Maps tells me that this home is owned by William and Mary Gump and that the house was built in 1906, is 1,875 square feet and the real market value is $218,500.
The second of the two, and a better view of their shape. This one is owned by Donna Gump and was also built in 1906. Same square footage, but worth $2,000 more. Probably because it’s not on a street corner.
Ever wanted to rent out your own bar for the evening? This is your place.
Here is the paper packaged in its failed prophylactic bag.
And here it is, wet through. Good times.
Portioning ice cream from a pint has always stuck me as being a pain. Because the pint is not a cylinder with straight sides, it’s hard to estimate when where just one quarter of the ice cream is. And now, New Seasons has a special birthday ice cream with Ruby Jewel Salted Carmel, chocolate cake and fudge on top. How to get it out without disturbing the layers?
Ah-hah! I realized I could just cut the whole thing into quarters, slicing neatly through the cardboard edges of the pint.
Here you can see the layers. I pulled one off for myself and wrapped the rest in a bag and stored it in the freezer.
This is from Sara, who obtained this postcard through a stationary subscription she received as a present. I was intrigued by the idea of a stationary subscription, so I looked into it myself. And may I say that in the video I watched, one of the women had a very interesting hair style. And now I’ve just run deep into a rabbit hole because apparently there is more than one company that has stationary subscriptions. If someone wants to spend an overly large amount of money on a gift subscription for me, I liked Nicely Noted the best.
And now Daylight Saving Time has plunged us back into darkness. Don’t worry, it won’t be long until the light finds its way back.
From Valerie who is retired from the Red Cross, and is really ready for spring! Apparently, they still have snow on the ground.
Thank goodness I took the band Journey’s adage to heart and learned eventually that “lovin’ a music man ain’t always what it’s supposed to be.” If I hadn’t left drummers behind, not only would I be marking time through endless drum solos, but also I wouldn’t have met Matt.
I grew up in a family that watched spectator sports. Baseball and football mostly, but also college basketball. So I am quite familiar with this interview. And thank goodness the boyfriend has absolutely no interest in spectator sports so I don’t have to listen to this interview any longer.
This motel, which is no longer a motel, but some sort of way station for adults with small children, is getting a paint job. But why must they paint all in brown, which not only is a bad color for grey-skied Portland, but just reminds me of my K-12 institutions color choices of: horrible brown, horrible green, horrible cream.
However, the sun is making very nice shadows of the cow silhouettes at the Kenton Max stop. There are cow silhouettes at this Max stop because once upon a time, the cows use to come off of the train from Eastern Oregon, and march their way to the slaughterhouse where the Expo Center now is.
Season two is all about moving on. Sure, a hurricane (and some other factors) completely destroyed your city and sure you are fighting your way back, and for sure there will be a lot of day-to-day grind because that’s how great tragedy is: exhausting. At least there are moments of laughter and always, always, always, the music is there.
Cost: free from library
Where watched: at home
Poster from: amazon.com
