Home again, home again! Funny because it's true, this video has provided us with some good riffs as we navigate the pre-holiday frenzy of Portland - even turning my annual turkey foraging at Fred Meyer's into an outing of near joy.



Meanwhile, some sad news from Eugene, my college-town ... where the dream of the '60s is alive... that the ( Read more... )

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With the additionally nostalgic possibility of it being our last Christmas celebrated in this house - we think that every go-round, but it's probably true this time - the set-up is essentially the same as last year's and below, taken in 2006, is a reasonable fasimile of the current tableau: I've just finished baking my annual batch of cookies, my ( Read more... )

How can I be home, but not home?

Finishing up my current visit with my parents. Brief update, my dad did end coming home the day before Thanksgiving, old stove actually cooked the turkey, the new stove arrived and was actually installed, home health care made their first visit and my dad's convalesence continues, my mom cooked some scalloped ( Read more... )

At some point during my childhood, an essay by Loudon Wainwright, The Annual Crisis of Love, was published in Life magazine. A copy used to be stowed in with the family Christmas decorations and Xeroxes of it made over the years are no doubt buried in the piles of paper still to be sorted and cleared from the basement. While I don't remember it ( Read more... )