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“So I’m reading with my thing and my thumb hurts”

. . . so says Drew to me one morning. His thing, for those of you who are wondering, is his Droid. The lighting in our house is awful. It’s hard for drew to find a good reading spot, so my stud hubby has taken to reading his thing, especially in bed. Lights out, Droid on. And now it seems it is too much for him. Maybe he needs an iPad — a nice big screen might give his thumb a rest.

I don’t need as much light as he does. Right now all I really need is a good book. I brought 3 books with me on vacation: Foreskin’s Lament by Shalom Auslander, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith, and Fugitives and Refugees: A Walk in Portland Oregon by Chuck Palahniuk. The only book I read was the Palahniuk book. I was so excited to read that Katherine Dunne wrote her book, Geek Love, while in Portland. For me, that was the highlight of his book. Geek Love is one of my favorite books. I’m always buying a copy of it as a gift — wish I kept track of who I gave it to because I don’t want to repeat gift giving! I lent it out years ago and never got it back — that was years ago when I actually wanted the books back. Now I am happy to read a book, pass it on, and make room in my bookcase.

Fugitives and Refugees was a quick read and I finished it before we ever got to Portland. I started reading A Tree Grows in Brooklyn on the flight to Seattle but I remember looking down at the book, seeing double, sweating, and, soon after, throwing up. Haven’t opened the book since. Thinking maybe it is time to start one.

Marinating a chicken for tomorrow’s dinner — Roast Chicken with Oranges, Lemons, and Ginger. Really need to post some recipes but now I think I’ll start on tonight’s dinner –vegetable soup with matzoh balls, baby arugula salad, broiled salmon, and broccoli rabe.

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We made it to the ocean

No rain — can’t believe it. Left Portland yesterday and headed west. I think it’s going to be a nice weekend in these parts. Enjoyed some sunny freezing time at the beach yesterday.

Drove to Nob Hill in Portland for breakfast and ate at Besaw’s — an excellent recommendation from the bartender at the Tugboat Brewing Company. I think it was our best breakfast on this vacation. I had oatmeal pancakes with brown sugar, craisins, and real maple syrup. Drew had Croque Madame (Gruyère shaved ham with eggs over medium on sour dough bread.)  Discovered a tasty hot sauce made in Portland — Secret Aardvark sauce, no secret now.

Haystack Rock

Headed west — no rain, maybe even see some sun — thought we’d drive up the coast for a bit and get in some ocean sites.

First stop was Cannon Beach. I put on my down vest and scarf and headed toward the water. I probably could have worn my sunglasses (and a heavier coat!) Stopped at Visitor Information before heading north. Told the woman working there that we weren’t staying in Cannon Beach. She didn’t seem happy. I think she wanted us to stay and pay — for something, anything in the area. She recommended the park. For 5 dollars we could drive in, park, and see a beautiful view. After I said out loud, “That’s a great idea,” and not really meaning it, she recommended a nice place to stay in Astoria — the Cannery Pier Hotel.

So there we were, an hour later, in the parking lot of the hotel, sitting in the car looking online for a deal. I even called (from the parking lot.) We decided to go for it. I was getting nervous. People were walking in to the hotel and I was pretty sure that if we sat around any longer the rooms would be booked. I jumped out of the car and ran to the door almost knocking someone down. When I got to the reception desk there were already two people checking in and they each had a separate room. I was sweating and out of breath from my mad dash out of the car. Drew eventually showed up.

A room? The hotel was pretty full, but, yes, they had a room. And she gave a us a price that was lower than all the online sites we checked. Sometimes it just pays to go directly to the source.

Astoria, OR

The room is incredible. This is one of the nicest places we’ve stayed in. All the room have views — this is where the Columbia River meets the Pacific Ocean. There’s a huge clawfoot tub in the bathroom. Left the shutters open and watched tv . . . saw a few minutes of Daria and a bit of Monk while soaking in the tub.

Leaving today.

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Happy, Happy, Lamb, Chicken

Spent the day driving through the Columbia River Gorge. Heard it was beautiful.

Is there a mountain back there?

IF ONLY IT WASN’T POURING THE WHOLE TIME!

Welcome to Portland

In Portland now. Staying at the Hotel Modera. Booked the hotel while we sat in the parking lot of a Starbucks. Good Rate, nice hotel, great bed, and no pets allowed. It also happens to have a great restaurant. Once we checked in to the hotel we really didn’t want to go walking around in the rain. Ate at Nel Centro in lobby of hotel. I had the best lamb, and Drew had the best chicken — tender, flavorful, happy — well, someone was happy, maybe not the meat on our plate. We shared the best beet salad.

Forecast this week: Rain — sun comes out on Friday. Friday? That rings a bell. Oh, right, that’s the day we leave!

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Remembering Pogs

The capital of Oregon is . . .

Drew and I are heading to the west coast for a short vacation. His will be shorter than mine. I’ll get to spend the days wandering around Seattle alone while he puts in a few work days. Now I remember what I forgot — go to library and check out some travel books on Seattle and Portland (OR.) Any suggestions?

Still time, think I’ll run off when I finish this. Have to get this post done early. Tonight is the Bright Eyes concert at Radio City Music Hall and barring a major tornado, flood, or LIRR malfunction, we should be there — sitting a row or two behind Josh and friend. I hope they will be on their best behavior. I’ll have my camera with me.

The girls will be sitting together in row EE which is pretty close to the stage. We tried to get 4 tickets for them but there was a 2 ticket limit so Josh, aka Rachel’s boyfriend, will be sitting near us. (Does he know this?)

So where was I? Ah, yes, Seattle. Going to spend some time there and then rent a car and head to Portland, OR. Never made it Seattle and I don’t think I was in Portland. I drove up the coast and then over through Spokane — that was in 1976. And I think I was in Spokane on July 4, 1976. Parades, fireworks, yup, I’m sure of it now.

Did you know that Portland,Oregon is one of the top 5 best places to live and/or retire? So this morning  Drew and I were talking about where to go, what to do, and he said, “We could go to Eugene, sounds like there’s a lot to do there. Isn’t that the capital of Oregon.?” “Could be, how should I know?” I respond. “I thought you knew all the capitals?” And that’s when I thought of the hours and hours I spent playing pogs with the girls when they had to memorize all the state capitals. I did pretty good back then. But this is now.

Salem

Dinner: Out

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