Long Day's journey
T and I left home at Oh God Fifteen for an early eye doctor appointment in Gresham. ('ll be getting new glasses soon.
The bad part though is the dilation of the eye. Took over 4 effing hours before I could properly focus again. That's exhausting. I have a lot more sympathy for radconbob and his laser suregeries.
I knew I'd have problems with the eys making work useless so we too the day off and headed south into the valley. It was a day of tractors and trains. ( what else with T along) Hazelnuts and hawks, flowers and faith.
Hazlenuts are filberts in Oregon and we grow most of them. Orchard after orchard rippling off into the distance. Hawks flew above on lazy thermals watching for their next meal. We visited Beauman's farmer market and strolled through huge greenhouses of lovely flowers. And we got a tiny bit lost, ended on a back residential street with 3 small Russian Orthodox churches in a 2 block area. Onion domes and painted facades, flower laced gates. Some plain and one very ornate. There is a large populationn of Old Believers in the area. Of course the moment I took a picture the camera batteries died. A lovely memory made more vivid by needed to hold it in my head rather than rely on a printed image.
On the way home we stopped for a stroll aat Champoeg Park, the birthplace of Oregon. It was here that the first provisional government in Oregon was formed in 1843.
I'm very tired now, but fulfilled and ready to go back to work tomorrow.
The bad part though is the dilation of the eye. Took over 4 effing hours before I could properly focus again. That's exhausting. I have a lot more sympathy for radconbob and his laser suregeries.
I knew I'd have problems with the eys making work useless so we too the day off and headed south into the valley. It was a day of tractors and trains. ( what else with T along) Hazelnuts and hawks, flowers and faith.
Hazlenuts are filberts in Oregon and we grow most of them. Orchard after orchard rippling off into the distance. Hawks flew above on lazy thermals watching for their next meal. We visited Beauman's farmer market and strolled through huge greenhouses of lovely flowers. And we got a tiny bit lost, ended on a back residential street with 3 small Russian Orthodox churches in a 2 block area. Onion domes and painted facades, flower laced gates. Some plain and one very ornate. There is a large populationn of Old Believers in the area. Of course the moment I took a picture the camera batteries died. A lovely memory made more vivid by needed to hold it in my head rather than rely on a printed image.
On the way home we stopped for a stroll aat Champoeg Park, the birthplace of Oregon. It was here that the first provisional government in Oregon was formed in 1843.
I'm very tired now, but fulfilled and ready to go back to work tomorrow.