Well, we've finally made it to the west coast and we are pretty much settled in to my parents' house, where we'll be squatting for the next few months (not sure how many) while we figure out what next. We may stay in Portland. Or not. We may move to Washington. Or not. In the meantime, Matt is working the same job (an unexpected blessing when we started planning our move), we're catching up with my folks, and we're all enjoying the beautiful weather we're having. And Bete Noire is adjusting, too. Sort of. So, what have we been up to in the month since my last post? Besides making our cross-country trip, we spent two weeks living with my wonderful in-laws, where we:
They were so generous to let us stay with them, and they actually seemed to enjoy it. I know we did. Sometimes I just can't believe how lucky I am.
Without the bizarre superfluity of aphoristic wall-hangings and bad seaside art last year's had. Not to mention the explosion of Barbie pink, Disney wall-hangings, grotesque china doll lamp (she looked like a Victorian, um, "painted lady"), and the like in our bedroom. But this year...perfect. I only wish the light had been better to capture some of the interior spaces. But I got a few. There was a dock, too, with a canoe, a paddleboat, a sandy/silty swimming beach, a private point, and a fire pit thingy. The stand up kind like a vase. What's the word? You know what I mean.
The water, the joyful week, the perfectly clean-picked fish left us feeling contemplative.
We played, too.
Some of us have strange ideas of fun. (The cast-away family cuckoo clock. You can see where I stabbed myself with blunt pliers.)
But I got it working again. Sort of. We went antiquing, too.
And for a long drive, where we happened upon an Osprey in its giant nest.
I made my traditional cake with a new inscription.
And we all slept really hard.
And I took this--Portrait of a Happy Woman.