Paper Scissors Rock – and Dinner Rolls

But jelly donut.

Just thought I’d share that finding. It can’t be unfounded, because I found it. Not that anybody needed to hear it – but it did complete my daily diet of wit & wisdom. It’s gratuitous input – no charge. Free. Take it or leave it. Leave a fiver with it, though, if you must leave it – or, better yet, take it with that grain of salt over there by the door. Makes it more palatable, I suppose – or else why would we always be taking stuff with grains of salt?? Or sticking our tongues in our cheeks when we tell something? That only tends to make the tongue sore and the words a bit garbled, and certainly doesn’t improve the quality of the delivery!

Do you ever get in a frame of mind where all those sillies just roll around and dribble behind your eyeballs, and get your funny-cells all stirred up in your brain? Happens to me all the time. There I’ll be, minding my own business, doing my job or talking to my husband or reading a book, and I can feel it start. There’s this little “snick-snicker-snerk-POP” and some silly word game or pretzel thought gets all snarled up inside and around my serious brain-cells. Well, there goes MY day. I’m off into my own little world, making up words or trying odd combinations of otherwise perfectly sane and coherent phrases.  Who’d a thunk it – dinner rolls!

It’s late, my mind is generating its own fog bank, and my tongue is permanently stuck in my cheek. Owie. I should’ve bitten it when I had the chance! Too late now.

I know, in my serious moments, that my original intent tonight was to share our day trip to Silver Falls and its immediate vicinity, but somehow those pretzel thoughts took over and twisted the others up with them. Perhaps this would be better left until tomorrow, when my proper thinking cap will once again be firmly planted on the back of my head, and I’ll have conquered all pretzels with my paper scissors. All will be well in the land of Gnawed…er…Nod….oh, I give up. Good night.

but it was a fun trip


Travel Theme: Foliage

I sense a change in the air.

Today the sunlight caressed my face with a wistful kiss – a parting embrace before hitching a ride on the next southbound rain cloud. *sigh* I will miss it, but it’s not forever.  I do like the rain . . . just . . . not as much as I like the sunshine . . . that’s all. But I love autumn – the colors of the leaves evoke a feeling of excitement and anticipation, like something momentous is about to happen. I love the crunch under our feet when we go for a walk in the forest, and the snap of the branches as we push our way through the underbrush. And the rustle of the leaves, when the wind blows through the tops of the trees, makes me want to sing. It’s a joy to touch and hear and see the change of the season.

This morning I got to see a giant maple leaf saunter to the ground just as I neared the tree, swinging and dancing and laughing on the breeze. I wanted to join the dance and swirl to the same music, but alas, I was in the car on my way to work, and could only glance at it as I drove by.

rain on the riverfront

Even a cloudy, rainy day in autumn can bring joy. It’s not actually raining yet, but it will be in a very few days – I’m positive of that. Those are the kinds of days that make me want to curl up by the fire with a good book – or take a ride on the riverboat. OK…I confess. I only took a riverboat ride once – but I enjoyed it as much as if I’d gone four or five times!

The first days of autumn make me think of the last grapes of the season – still warm and sweet, but waning.  Hey – speaking of grapes – on one of our day trips, we happened across a vineyard at the end of grape season. Even the splotchy grapes displayed a certain regal beauty. I think grapes ARE royal, aren’t they? Well, if they’re not, they should be!!

How does autumn affect you? Join Ailsa at Where’s My Backpack? and share your photos and feelings for her travel theme: foliage.

Solitary White

I’ve been looking at a lot of the entries for this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge (theme: solitary). Many of them depict a lone person in one setting or another – all very nice photos. I do enjoy discovering how other people interpret these themes. And I love the challenge of deciding what each one means to me personally. I looked up solitary in the dictionary.

Solitaryadjective, noun


1. alone; without companions; unattended: a solitary passer-by.
2. living alone; avoiding the society of others: a solitary existence.
3. by itself; alone: one solitary house.
4. characterized by the absence of companions: a solitary journey.
5. done without assistance or accompaniment; done in solitude: solitary chores.
6. being the only one: a solitary exception (this is the one that caught my attention)
7. characterized by solitude, as a place; unfrequented, secluded, or lonely: a solitary cabin in the woods.
8. Zoology: living habitually alone or in pairs, as certain wasps.

9. a person who lives alone or in solitude, or avoids the society of others.
10. a person who lives in solitude from religious motives.
11. solitary confinement.

I was walking around in the yard and the woods tonight, wondering what would be a good photo to represent solitary. As I walked past the miniature rosebush, its sadly unattended condition slapped my consciousness. But what did I find in the midst of that deplorably neglected specimen? A solitary white rose! It bespoke courage (it braved an entire summer of neglect), fortitude (no deer could subdue it), and stubbornness (just like its owner). I think it’s an Irish rose – I detected that familiar stubborn slant of the head (you’d think I had Irish ancestors, and blimey if you wouldn’t be right!). My Irish roots are showing. My mother used to tell me I’d argue with a fencepost – and I would, if it refused to move when I wanted to get by!

So – after much deliberation and even more coffee, I decided to introduce my Irish rose and her bedraggled buddies. She hangs out with a bunch of deadbeats, but she’s the light in their darkness. I’d like to be a light in the darkness too, and learn from this rose how to hang in there and thrive on neglect. Oh . . . and by the way . . . Ailsa at Where’s My Backpack? has a travel theme this week of white. Here’s my white rose, Ailsa!

Irish rose??

It Happens Everyday, No Matter What You Say….

When I read the subject matter of this week’s photo challenge, Everyday Life, I thought of that old song by Tom Jones, “It’s Not Unusual.” Not that I listen to Tom Jones – that was in my heathen dog days. But some brain sludge just doesn’t go away. Ever. I gotta admit, though, it was a catchy tune!

But that’s not what this particular post is all about – it’s about the things we see happening around us every day – the mundane and the meaningful, the boring and the beautiful, the awful and the amazing. However, since most of my 5000+ photos tend to deal with scenery, I found it rather difficult to find anything that really fit this theme. But hey, I just keep pressing on!

do you see what I see?

When we were in California a couple of years ago, we drove through a lot of towns, big and small. Lone Pine, near Mt. Whitney, was one such town. It was almost dark, and I couldn’t resist getting a shot of the evening scene. So much happening in that picture, even though at first glance it looked like just another street shot. Up in the right corner is a guy staring down into the street from the motel balcony, pondering the meaning of life as he smoked his cigarette. Folks wandered around the streets, peering in shop windows. A pedestrian in pink was crossing the street, lost in thought but hopefully not in direction. I watched her and hoped she knew where she was going. I wondered if it was just to the bar to drown her sorrows, or to that rock shop to find a souvenir, or maybe even to the diner for a cuppa joe and a slice of pie. I tend to apply stories to scenes when I don’t know what’s REALLY happening. I’m easily entertained, makes life so much more fun.

it’s just a little wave, kinda like this…you’ll be fine. Now give it a shot!

Another fun thing in California was to watch the boogie boarders and the surfers – things folks do every day there, kinda like going to school or down to the corner market. I actually tried that boogie boarding – got my boogie on, I guess you’d say. 🙂 Some folks do this for a LIVING! Me? I won’t quit my day job.

ship in the water, surfers on the shore, sun going down. beautiful!

Not everybody surfs and boogie-boards in California, but enough did that it seemed like an everyday way of life for just about everyone. The rest of us (ahem) just watch. Or grab our cameras and photograph other people watching people doing stuff. Gotta share the Hollywood scene! I don’t know if that guy was taking pictures of the sidewalk stars with his phone, or texting, or what – but whatever he was doing, he was intent!

I’m comin’ – just let me get this one shot first

When we were at Newport, Oregon, we walked by where they were processing the day’s catch. Some fellows in very colorful garb were hard at work. I didn’t ask them for any details – they looked pretty intent, so it would’ve been rude to interrupt them for a blog-post interview. Right?? Besides, I don’t think they’d had lunch yet, and a hungry fisherman should NEVER be annoyed by curious tourists.

hey, you gonna eat that?

What do you see in your everyday (and not so everyday) adventures? If you’d like to see what folks from all over the world have shared of their daily routines, just visit the link above and enjoy the ride. As for me, I’m lovin the trip!!!