Category: Meandering on the Way

Thursday, December 15, 2022

Not much rain or snow here lately, but still it was a cold and frosty world this morning, with winter mist in the air and a crunchy layer of frost. E walked to tertulia while M drove. Coming home, we switched roles.

Sunday, December 18

Fairly nice weather today with intermittent rain and sunshine. Our new neighbors down on Maple Street marked the upcoming solstice by inviting the neighborhood to a celebration. It wasn’t an open house party, but rather an open garage party that also featured canopies in the driveway and a couple of propane heaters. They served snacks and drinks and also gave every departing guest a bottle of homemade soup to take away. They had quite a crowd, but they were ready. What a nice idea and what an undertaking!

Wednesday, December 21

We visited Niagara Falls today. We didn’t know if we could spare the time, but we decided we needed a break from all this Xmas business. And as it turns out, the Oregon version of Niagara Falls is only a few hours away. Why had we never been there before? We don’t know. And why is it called Niagara Falls? Is it because it looks so much like that other, more famous, Niagara Falls? No. It’s pretty though.

There are actually two falls on this hike, both dropping into the same box canyon. The first one is called Pheasant Falls.

At our lunch spot we were at the end of the box canyon, with sheer walls rising on three sides. Only the northwest end was open, which means that the base of Niagara Falls hadn’t  seen direct sunlight for three or four months. And you know what? It was cold down there. The temperature up on hillside was somewhere around 40. Down in the bottom, it had to be in the twenties. We ate our lunch there anyway, but we did not linger.

The trail leading down to the falls was only about a mile long, but it is a lovely walk. In the beginning it follows a small watercourse downward. On the hillsides the trees are mature but not really old, maybe fortyish. But down near the stream in the bottom of the ravine, it seems like nothing has ever been cut and many of the trees are mammoths. Most prominent are the huge old ash trees, but there are also a few ancient hemlocks and cedars. On the ground lie their immediate ancestors, just as impressive in their way.

Thursday, December 22

So we had a break yesterday, but today was super busy. E started at 4:00 a.m.(!) by doing some digital correspondence. M slept in till 6:30 when he finally rose and made coffee. We had a pre-breakfast of wonderful Texas grapefruit and then read the paper for a bit before heading off for tertulia. It was pretty cold, 24 degrees, and the news was full of warnings about possible ice rain. So E decided to come with M in the car instead of walking. Later in the morning we went down to visit Wild Yeast, the newest bakery in town. Then we were off to Trader Joe’s for a few tidbits–boy were they crowded–before coming home to do some baking of our own.

M made pecan sandies. They filled the house with a wonderful aroma as they baked. But that may have been their high point. Our preliminary conclusion is that, as cookies, they’re not what they should be. Serves M right for having used an internet recipe. E, on the other hand, did something tried and true; she made her famous bars. They’re definitely good.

After the baking, it was time to deal with fact that the Mazda’s left front tire has been leaking. So off we went to drop off the Mazda at the tire place. Then it was time for a quick lunch: humus for M and leftover Solstice party soup for E. Then the guys from Lane Marble arrived to install the shower glass–the final piece of the bathroom remodel. Joe the contractor also came by to see how it went and to celebrate the project’s completion. Somewhere along the line, E had put together a small platter of cookies and fruit for him to take away. Then the tire place called to say the Mazda was done. Off we went again. E then went directly from there to a medical appointment, returning an hour later just in time to tune in to Laughter Yoga. 

Meanwhile, we’ve been getting bits of news from the world outside. From Big Sky, Montana, we’ve heard from our friends L and P. P has been working at the Big Sky resort for many years now, after leaving his job in Bend, Oregon back in the 90’s when that town got too crowded for his taste. Finally, this year, it was time for him to retire. We hear there was an awesome party to mark the occasion. We’re not sure how old P is; we think he’s 92. 

Friday, December 23

We got up to find Corvallis locked down by a layer of ice. Nothing is moving on any of the streets around us. We’ve never known it to be so quiet here. At 8:00 the temperature was 24 degrees and a light rain was falling, perfect conditions for making the ice even thicker.

By 1:00 the temperature had risen to 32. Not much help there; the ice was worse than ever. By 3:30, though, there were clear signs of melting. They say it will get into the 40’s later this afternoon and stay that warm overnight, so we may be able to move around tomorrow. Meanwhile we have heat, light, food and an abundance of unhealthy sweets. We’ll be fine. 

Peace, warmth, and happy days to all.

Friday, December 9, 2022

After lunch today J and R joined us in our first adventure with “cupping” at Margins coffee in Albany. Our host was Margins owner and roast master David, a thirty-something former chemistry teacher who seems to be really enjoying this coffee thing. He had five coffees for us to sample. Three were from Ethiopia, one was from Honduras, and one was from Indonesia (Sumatra). The photo above shows a cup of Taro, which comes from Ethiopia and which is dried via a natural process. More on that later.

Our host brewed the coffee very simply by putting grounds into the bottom of a cup, filling the cup with hot water, and waiting several minutes for the grounds to settle out. He then used a shallow spoon to skim off the coffee foam or crema. The result of this process was a thin liquid that was quite flavorful but not very strong. 

When the five sample cups were ready, David gave each of us a spoon and a tasting glass and then demonstrated how to use them. First you dip your spoon into one of the sample cups and transfer about a teaspoon of the brew to your glass. Then you have to slurp up the whole sample, trying to spray it into all parts of your mouth. Before demonstrating that part, David warned us that cupping is a noisy process.

During and after the tasting, David also talked about some of the many factors that affect coffee flavor. Different varieties of coffee plants, differing soil types and differing climate all have their effects. He also mentioned that there are two main methods of coffee processing: natural drying and wet drying. Coffee beans, we learned, are the core or pit of coffee fruit. The whole fruit is called a coffee cherry. In a natural drying process, fresh picked coffee cherries are spread out onto concrete or onto drying tables and left in the sun to dry. They need to be raked constantly so as to prevent rot and assure uniform drying. Once the cherries are fully dry, the outer skin and fruit are separated from the coffee beans inside. The wet process is more complex. First the coffee cherries go through a depulper, which removes the outer skin of the cherry, but leaves some of the underlying fruit still covering the bean. This remaining fruit material is called mucilage. The mucilage-covered beans then rest for a day or two during which time the mucilage starts to ferment–which releases sugar– and some of this sugar is absorbed by the beans. After two days, the rest of the mucilage is washed off. The beans must then be dried, either in the sun or by mechanical means. 

And of course roasting also has a great deal to do with flavor. So how do coffee roasters like David know which coffee will respond best to various kinds of roasting? The answer is that they don’t really know until they try. David performs cupping sessions every Friday and visitors are welcome, but even if no one shows up to watch, David does the cupping anyway. His purpose is to sample the beans that he has roasted earlier in the week to see how they’ve come out. We noticed him taking notes. Was he carefully writing down how each of us responded to each sample? Nah. People who are passionate about what they’re doing don’t bother with focus groups. He was making notes about what he tasted. It was great talking to him. Good company and a bit of caffeine. We all came away in good spirits.

Sunday, December 11, 2022

Wow. Quite a bit of sunshine today. There’s a big winter storm system in the news, but it’s passing a hundred miles or so to the south of us. 

Monday, December 12, 2022

As was expected by almost everyone, the implementation of Oregon’s new gun law has been idelayed, as there have been a number of legal challenges. The measure bars the sale of ammunition magazines larger than 10 rounds, requires purchasers to undergo firearms training, and requires that a background check be fully complete before a gun transfer can proceed. (This last provision closes a major loophole in the existing federal law regarding background checks.) The law is the result of an initiative measure that passed by a very narrow margin: 50.6% to 49.4%. The new law is opposed by many police and sheriff departments, partly because it charges them with the task of conducting the training and maintaining the records without providing any resources to support it. The legal challenges, however, are focused on the first provision, and claim simply that a limit on magazine size violates the constitutional right to keep and bear arms. 

The magazine capacity limit applies to new civilian purchases only. Military and police are exempted as are current owners of large magazines. This did not prevent one Oregon county sheriff from releasing a statement saying that if the law is implemented “we will be helpless to defend ourselves.” The position of the Meandering on the Way (MOTW) editorial board on this issue is that almost all of us feel that way once in a while. 

Tuesday, December 13, 2022

Another great weather day and also the day when we finally got the drawer pulls for our bathroom cabinet. Whoopee. This makes the cabinet fully useable and marks the next to the last step in the completion of the bathroom remodel. The last step will be installing glass panels instead of a shower curtain around the shower.

Tuesday, November 29, 2022

It’s a big week for our bathroom project. Today we got marble in the shower.

Wednesday, November 30, 2022

And today we got a granite countertop.

Thursday, December 1, 2022

Icy rain early this morning at our house; snow in other places. And then, by nine, the sun was shining, and M went out to rake apple leaves. Just as he finished, the sun was obscured by another passing shower. or two, or three, or four. Nevertheless, In the afternoon we drove east to Waterloo, Oregon and went walking on the south bank of the Santiam River. First we meandered through an eighteen-hole disc golf course, a long, narrow affair that threads its way along the river through a forest of firs, cottonwoods and the occasional blackberry thicket. Someone had once spent a lot of time and effort making it. Every hole had a number marker, a bench, and concrete pad to launch from. But all else was wonderfully natural. If you weren’t looking at a tee or a basket, you’d have no idea you were on a course. And even in the tee areas, there was a sense of disuse, as if the bench and pad  belonged to another era. Was it simply that December is off-season? We couldn’t quite tell. 

After touring the disc golf course, we returned on a path that runs very close to the river, which was running high and fast. 

Friday, December 2, 2022

Another major development today; we now have fixtures! It’s still not quite finished, but the bathroom is functional. M will move back in.

Drawer pulls, shower glass, and a bit of marble trim are all that remain to be installed. Poor M is already having buyer’s remorse and missing his old ugly bathroom. He’ll get over it.

Saturday, December 3, 2022

Time to prep for Christmas! We spent some time in the garage, pulling out lights, ornaments, and our trusty tree stand. Then we went and got a tree, a modest one, at our usual place. We decided to set it up immediately so that the fresh cut base wouldn’t have time to dry out. First, we had to move away the giant jade plant so as to clear space for the tree. But where to put the jade? Last year we tried moving it into the dining room for the season, but overnight it went limp and looked terrible. “I’m dying here,” it called out. “Don’t you care at all?” We knew we’d have to figure out a better place for it this year–but that would have to wait. We needed to get that tree up. 

Now, as we all know, the basic process of setting up tree up is simple. You put it into the stand and then one person holds it straight while the other person tightens the clamps. Unfortunately for us, we often have trouble with the straight part. Funny how many different ideas of straight there can be. And of course the trees we buy are almost always kinda crooked in themselves. (Why do we buy them then? We don’t know. They look pretty in the lot.) Anyway, we got through the straightening part okay and in the end there was our tree, in our stand, looking pretty darn good. Time to add water. E volunteered for this. She put in one liter. She refilled her bottle and started adding another liter. Then she noticed that as she poured water in at the top, there was quite a considerable amount of water oozing out from the bottom. Whoa! M was paralyzed with dismay, indecision, and general incompetence; but E quickly fetched towels to soak up the water and a basin to wring them into. After we dealt with the water, we took the tree back out of the stand and carried it back onto the patio. We examined the stand and found, of course, a large crack in the bottom. Our bucket, as the song says, had a hole in it. Time to break for lunch. 

So we got a new stand and some take-out food. And after we ate, we set up the tree again and poured water into it. And it didn’t leak. And that was fine. After that, M went out and put up the outside lights while E crossed the great divide (Walnut Blvd.) and took a walk up a nearby hill. She came back with the triumphant announcement that she had climbed 12 floors. In the evening we watched A Boy Named Christmas on Netflix. It was very nice, both nice in itself and nice in giving us a break from our current Turkish series, the endlessly frustrating but oddly addictive Black Money Love.

Sunday, December 4, 2022

We had an unexpected event today at breakfast when we got into some Hiatt Bakery pastries that we had previously stashed in our freezer. M’s treat was a moderate sized bear claw. E’s was a largish cinnamon roll. Prudently, she split it in half before attacking it. After taking a few bites, she was heard to remark “This is really sweet…really, really sweet.” And then later, “Ooh, it’s too rich.” Who would have expected such sentiments for this source? Strange indeed are the days in which we live. 

Despite the strangeness, we managed to take a walk in the forest and get the tree decorated. 

Thursday, November 24, 2022

Another clear, crisp day. Nice weather for a drive up to Vancouver (Washington) to have Thanksgiving dinner with AD and AS-C. We enjoyed it immensely. The cranberries were especially delicious, this despite the fact that they were actually a mixture of blueberries, blackberries and boysenberries. Yum. After dinner–and before pie–we had a nice walk through a wetland preserve just a couple of blocks away. For dessert, there were two pies imported from Corvallis, one blackberry and one pecan. We all had to try a little of each. November 24 also happens to be AD’s birthday, so he had to tolerate candles on his. M&E later adjourned to a motel to recover.

Friday, November 25, 2022

After spending the night at a comfortably mediocre Comfort Inn, we went out to do some shopping at the Vancouver Mall. It had been twenty years or so since we last visited a mall on Black Friday, so it was time to update. Who knew what we might find? Is this the end of days for bricks and mortar? Maybe or maybe not. The mall was bustling. It wasn’t as crazy busy as we remember from the halcyon days of our youth; but still, there was a lot of commerce going on. And what a mix of stores! A few were familiar, like Macy’s, Penney’s, and Victoria’s Secret. But many were pretty much mysteries to us, shops like Tilly’s, Torrid, Claire’s and Zumiez. The interesting thing was how much the mall is oriented toward young people–not just young compared to us, but truly young like twenty-somethings, teens and preteens. At Zumiez, for example, you can buy Mercer 55mm 99a Skateboard Wheels and RIPNDIP Lord Nermal Purple Lightning Crew Socks. If you find either of those on someone’s wishlist, you know where to go. 

Also, the mall was interesting for what it didn’t have: no Apple store, no Tesla showroom, no Anne Taylor, no Lululemon or Williams-Sonoma, none of that. Instead, we saw Maurice’s,  Forever 21, Famous Footwear, a knife and sword shop called Highlander and a cowboyish place called Boots and Wear. There are also LOTS of beauty and cosmetics shops, including three or four hair salons, two nail salons, three or four cosmetics outlets, two tattoo and piercing parlors, and two eyebrow threading places. There were two pop up clothing stores (Yea Dat and Cool Loots) plus two pretzel shops, a bubble tea place, a selfie studio and a COVID clinic. Also a branch of the Vancouver public library, a Golds Gym and at least a dozen eateries, including Chick-fil-A, Outback and Five Guys.

So, you may ask, how did we take advantage of this vast selection of goods, services and calories? Well, we bought a couple of things at Macy’s. What with the sales and all, our total there came to around ten dollars. Then E blew another ten on a new chain for her purple amulet. And that was it. What a fantastically frugal duo! If we had had more time, we might have spent more. But we had an urgent appointment–an offer of a tour of the Andees’ new food truck and a free sample. We’ll tell that story in pictures…

Saturday, November 26, 2022

After a rainy Friday, we’re back to sunshine. M raked leaves in the morning and then, in the afternoon when things were more dried out, he mowed the lawn. (Lawn mowing in late November? Gadzooks.) We went for a walk up the big hill in our neighborhood and generally tried to wind down from having eaten too much in the last few days. In fact we had a modest supper–followed by two kinds of pie. Best to wind down gradually.

Sunday, November 27, 2022

We didn’t do much of anything today, just rested up for the upcoming week, which should be eventful. The bathroom project is nearing the finish. Check out the shower. Pretty nifty, eh?

Monday, November 28, 2022

Fun stuff this morning. We made our annual visit to the Clothes Tree to pick out something or other that E might want for Christmas. No photos of that, it’s a surprise. 

Thursday, November 10, 2022

The bathroom redo continues. The new floor covering was installed today. 

Today’s Quiz

1.  What type of floor covering is this?

A. Vinyl B. Linoleum C. Marmoleum D. Paramecium

2.  Why do you think M and E chose this option?

A.  It is an environmentally friendly product and does not off-gas.

B.   It was the most economical.

C.   It was recommended by their design consultants.

D.  They wanted the flexibility of having thousands of cilia.

Monday, November 14

The vanity was installed today. Drawer pulls and countertop will come later.     

Wednesday, November 16

We’ve been having beautiful fall weather this week. It’s been in the 20’s at night, but sunny and up into the 50’s in the afternoon. Today we took an afternoon walk in a part of the Finley National Refuge, near the town of Peoria. The blue line in the map below shows roughly the route of our walk. The last part of the walk is a wide path atop an old dike.

On our way back we spotted a skunk nosing around in the middle of a bare field, which seemed a little strange on such a bright afternoon. Also, on a power line that crossed the field, we noticed a lot of these:

Friday, November 18

In the morning we went up to Salem to sign up for TSA PreCheck. Beautiful day for a drive. Our final destination turned out to be a booth set up inside a Staples store next to the office furniture. The tiny booth was jammed with equipment: a fingerprint scanner, two screens, a photo backdrop, a high mounted camera and, of course, a credit card reader. Somewhere amongst it all, there was also a human, an efficient young fellow who had his routine down pat. The whole thing took maybe four minutes per person. It was a big Staples store and except for a steady stream of trusted traveller wannabes, it was mostly deserted. Kind of a strange scene.

As we came out of Staples, we remembered that there was a Panera nearby. And we needed a bear claw or something.

Saturday, November 19

In the morning we toured the site of the proposed Oak Creek Preserve, a 144 acre tract of farmland and oak forest just west of Corvallis. The tour was led by the head of the Greenbelt Land Trust, a local non-profit that was founded some 30 years ago by a group of visionaries who were concerned that encroaching development would eventually destroy the natural areas surrounding the city. Their vision was to be able to preserve enough land around the city to form a permanent band of green areas, hence the name “Greenbelt.”

The north edge of Corvallis borders the OSU Research Forest, so a wide green ‘belt” has long existed there. The local GLT began its work focused on the west side of the city. Along with various partners, they have already succeeded in preserving many hundreds of acres and have built and maintained multi-use access trails throughout the area. The area in red on the map below shows how the planned Oak Creek Preserve will complete what GLT calls a “corridor of trails and habitats.”

As their website puts it: With the purchase of this 144 acre property, we have a rare chance to acquire a final missing puzzle piece in the long-envisioned corridor of trails and habitats. We need your help to fund the acquisition and long term stewardship of this iconic site.

The next photo shows a portion of the tract as it looks now. The field in the lower left has had many agricultural uses over the last 150 years. Most recently, it has been used for grass seed production. The oak forest on the hillside above the field seems to have been relatively undisturbed, at least for the last 70-100 years.

This tour took place as part of a fundraising campaign to take advantage of a once in a lifetime opportunity. Greenbelt has had its eyes on this site for many years, but it seemed an impossible dream because the landowner had signed a purchase option agreement with a developer. As it happened, however, the developer was not able to pull together the needed resources. Soon after that option expired, GLT was able to secure a purchase option of its own and expects to close on the property in the spring of 2023.

The tour was inspiring, both because of the beautiful views and natural surroundings and also because of the energy and idealism of the Greenbelt staff. They quite literally walked the walk while they were talking the talk. The more we think about it, the more we are convinced that donating to this project is a very positive investment in the future.

Friday, October 28

We went a few miles out of town and walked again in the gallery forest near where the Luckiamute and the Santiam join the Willamette. Here are some sights along the trail.

Saturday, October 29

We went to a birthday dinner for our longtime friends J and M. They served Thai food, catered by a family-owned restaurant here in town. When the restaurant owners first came to Corvallis, two of the younger generation enrolled in English classes from us at OSU. We’ve always felt a connection with the place and of course by now our students are the ones running things.

It was a lovely occasion, with a nice group if people, some of whom we don’t see often. One special treat was a chance to talk to our old colleague S whom we hadn’t seen for a decade or two. 

Sunday, October 30, 

The process of selling M’s Porsche is off to a rip-roaring start. The first response came in only seconds after the ad went live. Here it is, in its entirety:

sophiejones sophiejones

Hiya Would you mind giving me your #? Please include the link to your post! Thanks.

M read this message and then re-read it. As a communication regarding the possible purchase of a car, it doesn’t work very well. It’s friendly and polite but doesn’t actually make sense, and its instant appearance strongly suggests that it was sent by a bot. On the other hand, it almost works as a poem. But never mind that. M moved sophiejones to the trash.

A few days later, he received a more serious communication, this time from one Douglas C Cole:

Hi, I’ve been working really long weeks at work. So I won’t be able to meet with you for viewing the car, I believe you that is in good condition.  I’ll proceed in issuing a Bank Certified Check, When you receive the payment and confirm it cleared, I will have the movers to come for the pick up at your location. So get back to me with the details below asap.

Full Name:

Address:

City: State: Zip:

Your cell Phone Number:

Last Asking Price:

 

As soon as this is provided, payment will to sent overnight to you and I will let you know once it’s mailed out with a tracking number sent. I will also add an additional $300 for holding it for me till the Check gets to you in the next 2 Business Days. Also delete the posting that it has been sold to me.

M trashed this message too, throwing away the chance for an extra $300! But why? Doesn’t he know that capitalizing the words ‘check’ and ‘days’ in the same sentence is a secret internet code that guarantees that the sender is trustworthy? Apparently not. Instead, he chose to heed those silly warnings about fake check scams. Sigh.

Halloween Monday, October 31, 2022

A hectic day. In the morning there was consultation regarding the bathroom project and also grocery shopping to be done. Then after lunch M drove to a town 60 miles away to sell the Porsche, only to find that the offer that had drawn him there was “a mistake” and that the dealer’s real offer was considerably lower. “Mistakes have certainly been made,” thought M to himself as he drove away. “I know I made one.” 

E, meanwhile, had been on her way to give M a ride home if the deal had gone well. On her way she stopped at a mall in Eugene where she found a couple of needed items that she hadn’t been able to get in Corvallis. So that was good. And fortunately she was still at the mall when M called to say that he wouldn’t need fetching after all. 

We both got home in time to have a dinner of walnut loaf and mashed potatoes (yes!) and also to make our modest preparations to receive Halloween visitors. After setting out our lanterns and our buzzy little monster thing, we had to decide which of our two types of candy to give away first. That was important because we were both interested in which candy would likely be left over for us. As it happened, we had fewer trick or treaters than last year, only seven or eight groups this time. There was plenty of candy left for both of us–way too much in fact. 

As mentioned, our decorations were modest. But our neighbor across the street loves to decorate. Here’s what her place looked like. 

Tuesday, November 1, 2022

Today started off fairly normally. E did a Zoom exercise class while M went out to get a haircut and have his dental prescription filled. Pretty mundane stuff. But then M’s phone lit up with a flurry of text messages. It seems that word had spread about some crazy man in Corvallis who was almost giving his car away for the sake of a quick sale. Two of the messages came from the dealership who had rejected the car on Monday. The gist was that they now believed that their original offer was spot on, so let’s talk. Tsk, Tsk. They had their chance. Two other messages contained offers that were a thousand dollars higher than what M had been prepared to accept. M took one of those and bye-bye Porsche. 

Wednesday, November 2, 2022

E’s daughter came down to Corvallis today to take care of some details regarding her father’s funeral. She’s been working very hard to arrange things properly and in accordance with her vision and his wishes. There will be a religious service on Friday followed by a celebration of life on Saturday. We have been helping in small ways with arrangements for the latter. E also helped with the obituary.

E continues to be in contact with some of her and Roberto’s old Spanish friends. Their sympathy and the memories and love that they have shared have meant a great deal to her.

Thursday, November 3, 2022

A quiet day in Lake Wobegone. Well, it was rather active in funeral preparations, but quiet in the sense that there were no workmen of any sort on the premises. We’ve reached a sort of stopping point. The dumpster has been removed from our front yard, along with the old tub and toilet. The bathroom walls have been repaired and painted. Next comes floor covering; but that won’t happen for another week.

Friday, November 4, 2022

A service for Roberto was held today at St. Mary’s Church here in Corvallis. The Ceremony of the Word service was led by Deacon Chris, a former neighbor of ours. The service mixed readings, live music and prayers and was quite lovely. There was also a video eulogy recorded by Roberto’s old friend M in Spain. After the service we moved to the St Mary’s cemetery for a brief graveside ceremony. 

Saturday, November 5, 2022

Today the focus was on a celebration of life held at the Corvallis Community Center. The gathering began at 1:00 in the afternoon, but preparations began early. The Andees and several friends arrived at our place around 10:30 and began preparing paella according to Roberto’s recipe. They ended up making two paellas, one seafood and one vegetarian. The day was cloudy and damp, but the rain held off for quite a while. Which was good because A was determined to make paella outside on a charcoal grill, the way her father always did.

The cooks had plenty of helpers–including our friend J who came over to help with the vegetarian version. All went well, though we did hear a few cries of distress regarding Roberto’s recipe. Apparently it was a little vague on exact amounts and things. Of course that’s just the sort of recipe that many good cooks use. 

The paellas were served at around 1:30 and there were lots of people there to try them. The older generation included long-time friends who knew Roberto from his very first years in Corvallis. Our friends H, J and R all spoke, as did E, who told the story of her first date with Roberto, during which he took her on a tour of Toledo, which included a visit to the insane asylum, where his grandfather had been Director and within whose walls Roberto’s father had been raised. Alas, there were no stories from Rich, Roberto’s long-time friend and neighbor, who passed a few years back. Too bad. Rich loved Roberto and also loved to tell Roberto stories.

Lots of A’s friends were there, including C and K, who were also Becca’s friends. D and N were there also, as were S and E, with whom A and Becca had shared many a ski outing back in the early days. Roberto’s step-daughter M came also. She is of course grown up now and has two children of her own. A was glad to see her. 

Sometimes these events attract people that no one is glad to see. If you’re lucky, they leave early before your supply of insincerity runs dry.

A had prepared a wonderful slide show about her father’s life. She also played M and M’s eulogy again for this group. Besides paella, there were other Spanish foods, including chorizo and manchego cheese. The latter came in a variety of colors, something none of us had ever seen before. For dessert we had fried wonton s’mores from the Nachos for Dessert food truck, which has just begun operation. These feature A’s homemade marshmallows.

Sunday, November 6, 2022

We woke up to a cold, wet world. Despite the temperature (37°F) and the rain (intermittent showers) we wanted to take a walk in the forest. That meant digging out some winter coats and warmer boots. In the woods the maple leaves were turning brown, but the ferns–which had looked dry and droopy throughout October–were now standing tall and showing off their deep, glistening green. The rain was just playing around while we hiked. It wasn’t until we were almost back to the car that the rain started talking itself seriously. Ten minutes later, as we drove back to town, we noticed the the the drops were getting a little slushy. By the time we got home it was snowing. 

Monday, November 7, 2022

Continuous hard rain all day and still pretty cold. It appears that winter is really here. We heard that it was 70 degrees yesterday somewhere in upstate New York. That doesn’t seem very likely, does it? Our source is usually reliable, but…   

M spent a certain amount of time outside today while he was over in Albany getting a shell put on his pickup. All through the day, no matter how hard or constant the rain, the weather app on his phone kept on calling it drizzle. Here’s what that “drizzle” looked like.

Tuesday, October 18, 2022

It was a three ring circus around here in the morning. J the builder, G the plumber and Z the plumber’s assistant were all here, plus A the cleaning lady. The bathtub was moved to the front lawn. E and A did windows; E did the outsides while A did the insides. M helped with screen removal and then escaped for a while by going off to Lowe’s to get landscape adhesive and stuff. 

Loud pounding and power tool racket all day. Things went quiet around 5:30, but then the non-construction activities began. M made a quick dinner so we could finish eating before E’s Zoom yoga lesson that started at 6:00. Then, at 6:55 or so, E left for her in-person book club meeting just across town. She eventually found her way back home a little after 10:00. What a day.

Wednesday, October 19, 2022

Our friend Rick passed away today, after having been in a coma for some time. Just three days ago, his beloved Dodgers were ignominiously eliminated in the first round of the MLB playoffs. We can’t help seeing a connection.

Friday, October 21, 2022

The weather is still unseasonably warm and dry. Our friend J came over today, bringing a son and a granddaughter along. E took them all out to pick apples. Six-year-old S didn’t pick many but got very involved in the sorting once the apples were down.

In other outdoor news, M transplanted an ailing dogwood to a less sunny location. If it survives the trauma, it might do better next year.

Inside, it was another day of pounding and grinding, but progress was made. Drains and feed lines are in place, meaning that all the under floor work is done. 

Saturday, October 22, 2022

Andrea’s father died today. E is involved in notifying people of her generation, both here and in Spain. Here’s one of the photos that she included with her announcement.

Sunday, October 23, 2022

M is putting the Boxster up for sale on Autotrader. He knows that fall is not the best time to sell a convertible, but he trying anyway. The ad is here. 

Cloudy and a little damp today. Good.

Monday, October 24, 2022

Rainy and cold today. Excellent.

We thank everyone for helping us to identify that yellow stuff that we found in the forest. It’s called Fuligo septica, slime mold, or dog’s vomit. It has a striking color, but it doesn’t seem to have any pretty names.

E continues to be involved with correspondence regarding Roberto’s passing and in helping A with arrangements.

Sunday, October 3, 2022

Meandering on the Way has been on hiatus for a while because we were busy doing some pretty boring stuff. Besides a bunch of medical and dental visits, we’ve been focused mostly on organizing the destruction and subsequent renewal of one of our bathrooms. Not that anything has actually happened yet–just a lot of planning and a lot of choosing this and selecting that from among roughly 700,000 options. Just for the record, here’s what we’re trying to make go away.

Monday, October 3, 2022

E’s cousin L came to stay at the Oregon coast for a few days and also had time to give us a visit on her way back to Utah. We met her in Portland today, and brought her down to Corvallis. But first, we had a great dinner with the Andees. L and A hadn’t seen each other for a few decades, but they seemed to recognize each other right away and had a nice time catching up.

We also got the latest news about the Andees’ food truck, which is scheduled to go live on Oct. 24. More on that another time. And speaking of food, we ate at a place called ParkStone Wood Kitchen + Taps. It’s in Cascade Station (near the Portland airport) and it’s wonderful. 

Tuesday, October 4, 2022

Today we took L hiking at Beazell Memorial Forest. It was a lovely fall day, sunny and cool. We stopped for lunch about halfway through the South Loop.

Wednesday, October 5, 2022

In the morning we had time for a quick turn about the boardwalk at the Jackson-Frazier wetland just at the edge of town. As we pulled into the parking lot, E thought she saw something moving in a nearby field. All M and L could see was a dark lump. Then the lump moved. But what was it? It wasn’t until we got out the binoculars and the zoom lenses that we could tell. 

By noon it was time for L to catch the airport shuttle for the first leg of her journey home. Before leaving town, the shuttle passed through a part of the OSU campus. At that point L texted us and said that she had just got a glimpse of another Oregon creature: an OSU Food Service delivery robot. She didn’t have a chance to get a photo of that one, so we’ll include a picture from our friend J, who once happened upon a whole herd of the critters.

Friday, September 9, 2022

It’s been a little bit fall-ish lately. It’s still in the 80’s in the afternoon and the earth is still parched, but the nights are chilly and noticeably long. Today we got weather alerts about high winds from the east and extreme fire danger in the Cascades.

But it was also the weekend of the 42nd annual All British Field Meet car show. So in the afternoon we packed up and drove north on I-5, through Portland almost to Washington. There are one or two fires burning out east and smoke was in the air. We stopped at a Best Western, where a generous benefactor had gifted M with a two-night stay. The motel was just half a mile from Portland International Raceway, where the car show was being held.

Saturday, September 10, 2022

We woke to dull smoky skies and an orange disc of a sun. We got to the show at about 10:30 and started meandering through the mass of cars parked in a large grass field. The cars were grouped by brand–or marque as the Brits say. Within each marque they were further sorted by year and model. There were about 800 cars in the show, mostly from the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s but also at least one from every decade from the 1920’s to the 2020’s  Restoring, maintaining, and driving older British cars is a labor of love, especially since some of them weren’t all that reliable to begin with. Serious Britcar aficionados are a special group.  

The most common marques in the show were MG, Triumph, and Austin-Healy, all of which sold quite well in the U.S. some sixty years ago. But there were also a large number of other cars, some of which were never imported in volume but which somehow made it to our shores. How many Morris Minors have you ever seen in one place? At the ABFM there were twenty or so. There were also Austins, Cortinas, Lotuses, Morgans, Rovers and an Isetta. And of course there were a fair number Land Rovers and Jaguars–marques that are still for sale here. 

It was because M once had a Jaguar that we learned about the ABFM. We had attended once before, back in 2015 when M put his XKR on display. We didn’t stay long this time–just long enough for M to see examples of the four different British cars that he has owned over the years.

After the show we went out to lunch at the Island Cafe on nearby Hayden Island. The area is notable for its long rows of floating houses and houseboats, and the café is in fact a floating building. (Floating buildings are on the water but are never meant to be moved. The have water and sewage connections to the Portland systems.) The people we saw in the restaurant were tanned and seemed affluent; the floating homes were beautifully maintained; a marina provided moorage for dozens of sailboats, both large and small. No one was walking on the streets. 

Our hotel was a mile or two away from the river and also closer to the interstate. Next to our hotel, there was another one, a bit larger. The people we saw in the parking lot and in the breakfast room seemed pretty normal, or maybe just a little odd–like the couples in their tiny old British cars and the old men who talked about overheated radiators all during breakfast. And then there was the couple in the parking lot charging up their electric car–a Tesla to which they had attached a Ferrari badge. Why exactly? In this neighborhood, there was a fair amount of foot traffic, including a number of homeless people going to and fro from nearby camps. 

Very near the hotel, there were two chain restaurants, a Burger King and a Shari’s Cafe and Pies. (There was also an empty building that was probably a nicer restaurant once upon a time.) For various reasons, we didn’t want to drive very far, so we decided to eat our dinner at Shari’s. That didn’t work out very well. It was understaffed, as in just two people on duty, one cook and one waitress/cashier. The waitress was very nice, but we could see that it was going to take forever. Also, most Sharis are open 24 hours, but we noticed that this one was set to close pretty soon. We decided to try Burger King instead. 

As we neared the Burger King, we could see that people were eating inside; but how had they gotten in there?. There were four entrances. Two were locked and one was broken and boarded up. It turned out that just one door was open, which was, naturally, the last one we tried. The unlocked door was also the door nearest the bathrooms and was not visible to the counter staff. Interesting. Once we were inside, it was fine. E had an Impossible Whopper, which she found delicious. 

But what about dessert? Being at Shari’s had put us in the mood for pie, but our Shari’s was closing. So we ended up driving to another Shari’s. The building and décor were identical; but this one, in addition to being open, had four or five people working. The innocents abroad.

Sunday, September 11, 2022

On Sunday we split up. M, nursing a sore tooth, headed back to Corvallis on the airport shuttle. E went shopping at Macy’s before heading over to her daughter’s place. From there, daughter took mother kayaking. E had only been in a kayak once before, and that experience was only 3 feet from shore. She was a little fearful of the real thing, but still determined to try. She ended up having a wonderful time. 

They went to a lake near Camas, WA, and paddled around for a couple of hours. It was quite peaceful with not too much boat traffic. The few boats that went by provided entertainment in the form of waves that were fun to float over. The two paddlers spent part of their time rescuing bees which were foundering in the water. After scooping them up onto their paddles, they drifted over toward the shore to let them climb to safety on tree limbs or rocks. Their wings were too wet for them to fly, but E and A are hoping they dried off and lived happily ever after. 

Generally E was impressed with the clever design of kayaks and all the accouterments that go with them, and even more impressed with the strength and expertise of her daughter as captain and purveyor of the expedition. A even lifted and loaded the kayaks onto the car with very minimal assistance.

Another treat for E today was having a personal tour of the newly refurbished food truck that was parked in A&A’s driveway. Soft opening is rumored to be only weeks away… 

Monday, September 12, 2022

A lovely, cool day, even more like fall. We did yard work. And one of us did yoga. Also, M found a buyer for his Sony camera and lenses! Oh frabjous day. Callooh! Callay!

We have made a potentially momentous decision in regard to TV watching. Black Money Love (Kara Para, Aşk) is still on Netflix and we’re thinking of watching it again from the beginning. So tonight we tried out Episode 1. It was pretty good. 

Tuesday, September 13, 2022

We watched episodes 2 and 3 of Black Money Love. Still liking it.

Our heroes are Ömer and Elif, played by Engin Akyürek and Tüba Büyüküstün.  

The main villains are the truly evil Tayyar, played by Erkan Can, his not quite totally evil son Metin, played by Saygin Soysal, and Elif’s false friend Bahar, played by Tuvana Türkay. 

Wednesday. September 14, 2022

M’s car cover also found a buyer. Good. He’s done enough merchandising for a while. E also got rid of some stuff, deleting 9,000 old messages from her Gmail account.

Saturday, August 27, 2022

We packed up the Porsche and headed for the coast this morning, all due to the kindness of our friend P, who had offered to let us stay in her cottage in Yachats. We took Highway 20 west and it was top down weather all the way. From Newport we headed south and stopped in Waldport at the Pacific Sourdough Bakery, a place that we had heard a lot about. It’s incredible–so many different breads and pastries. How do they make it all? There was a long line of customers waiting outside, but it moved fast. We ended up getting a little more than we really needed; to wit: a raspberry puff, a pecan sticky roll, a potato knish, and a lavender lemon sourdough boule. They all turned out to be delicious. We must go there again–except that it’s 65 miles away…

We arrived in Yachats just before noon. P’s cottage is in a lovely spot just at the mouth of the Yachats River, a short walk from the town center. Yes, if there’s a tsunami, it will be the first to go, but it’s awfully nice now. 

Sunday, August 28, 2022

After a breakfast of Chambeck espresso and Pacific Sourdough pastries, we went for hike on what they call the Amanda Trail. The trailhead was only half a mile from P’s cottage, so we decided to just walk the whole way. We found that the first part of the trail runs just beside the coast highway. Not terribly pleasant. Soon, though, it crosses the highway and climbs up onto a forested mountainside. From there the trail continues south with some nice views along the way. 

Eventually the trail turns deeper into forest and descends into a steep valley at the base of Heceta Head. A suspension bridge crosses the stream and leads to a very strenuous trail up to the Heceta Head viewpoint. We wandered out onto the bridge, just to see how it was…

Our destination, however, was just beside the bridge. A wooden stair, which can be seen in the upper right of the photo above, leads down to a park-like meeting area dedicated to the memory of a Native American woman whose English name was Amanda. 

Amanda was a blind Coos woman who was discovered by an army patrol and forcibly relocated to a camp known as the Yachats Sub-Agency. Since conditions in the agencies were disastrous, the “relocation” policy was in effect genocidal. Our knowledge of Amanda comes from the diary of Corporal Royal Bensell, a soldier who was a member of the unit that apprehended her. We will not tell her story here. Better that our readers examine for themselves the relevant excerpts from Bensell’s diary.  

After the hike we rested and in the evening went to the Drift Inn for dinner. The Drift Inn is a fine place for dinner–or lunch or breakfast probably–but that’s only in its latest incarnation. For most of its long life the Drift Inn was a bar, a bar of the sort that caused some people–it is said–to cross the street rather than walk past its doors. You can read its colorful history here.

Sunday, September 4, 2022

Back in the valley, we celebrated Labor Day with a great dinner at K and J’s place in Salem. The Andees were there as well. J made elote (Mexican corn on the cob), chicken mole with lime rice, and some extraordinary margaritas. Dinner was served in their back yard, which is small but exploding with life.

Tuesday, September 6. 2022

In the morning we met with a woman named Yaddi in Lebanon and bought pre-paid cremation plans. Yaddi is a rare marketer–more interested in finding out what you want than in describing what they sell. In the afternoon we had even more fun. M had a root canal and E got stung on the foot by a yellow jacket. (Maybe we shoulda died yesterday–less painful.)

Wednesday, September 7, 2022

Just a normal day. A walk in the forest. A trip to the Co-op. E made potato salad and soaked her foot. Then the patio umbrella blew over despite the 150 pounds of sand in its base. With much effort, we got it back into place. Later, E went to see her seamstress. We ate the potato salad and washed it down with Argyle, a wonderful Willamette Valley sparkler.