Week in Review – April 25th, 2021

“All About the Kitchen”

Monday in New Orleans began with a bunch of hammering and banging outside the cottage.  Denny is having the back patio and fence area redone, and the workers were taking off the forms for the cement base of the fence.  The design for a cantilevered pergola covering the back patio is very different and cool.  We’re having a competition to see if our kitchen remodel or the patio re-do is finished first.  My money is on the kitchen given the speed at which projects progress in New Orleans.

Our flight and travel back home on Monday afternoon were all smooth and hassle free.

Tuesday was a busy catch up day at work with nothing else exciting happening.

We watched a really interesting documentary on Wednesday evening.  “The Year the Earth Changed” is about the climate changes that have happened during our year of lockdown, and the impact these have had on nature.  Sir David Attenborough narrates, taking me back to all those nature shows of my youth.

The scene were folks in Northern India go up to their rooftops to view the majestic Himalayas for the first time in their lives is quite poignant.  Whales using entirely new communication systems now that they can hear above ship noise was amazing.  And then there’s the scene where a leopard becomes the king of a safari compound, becoming almost human in personality.  Well worth a watch.  See the good things that have occurred as a result of the pandemic.

On Thursday I watched the Oscar nominated film “Nomadland”, starring Frances McDormand.  I really enjoyed this quiet and thoughtful movie.

The movie is ostensibly about folks who live in vans and move nomadically around the country to find work depending on the season.  McDormand’s character works in Amazon fulfillment centers and various other low paying jobs as she moves from Arizona to California, North Dakota and other western states.  I think the deeper message is about loss of a spouse and rejection of the “normal” way of life, where we live in one place.   My favourite scene occurs when McDormand’s character is visiting a friend she met on the road and observes him playing a piano tune with his son.  Nothing is said but the sense of loss on her face says it all perfectly.   She quickly packs up and hits the solo road again.  I’m expecting some kind of award for this film on Sunday night at the Oscars.

The New York Times crossword on Thursday made me think of David, with the 007 theme.  Very cleverly executed.  A lot of comments in the blogs about omitting Roger Moore from the puzzle, while including Sean Connery, Pierce Brosnan, and Daniel Craig.  Particularly when you consider the “00” in his last name.  Such a travesty.

The kitchen packing began in earnest on Thursday afternoon and I gingerly transported glasses and bottles from the butler pantry to their temporary homes.  Diana’s activity really hit a peak on Friday as she was determined to make a big dent in emptying things out.  She created a small kitchen/pantry area in the master bedroom and has taken to calling it our “studio apartment.”  I moved the microwave out next to the outside grill and we have a temporary cooking area all ready to go there.

We had a nice walk through the neighborhoods on Saturday morning and  then drove to downtown Dallas for lunch with John – in town for a conference at the Anatole hotel.  We took him over to Standard Pour on McKinney Avenue and enjoyed a delicious brunch and catch up chat.  A highlight was the musician/DJ’s performance of “Nessun dorma” – certainly got Diana’s attention as she headed into the main dining room to listen.

Sunday started with another stroll around the streets of McKinney.  We drove down into Dallas again on Sunday evening to sample an event my boss was hosting at his home.  It’s a competition that lasts all day between about 40 guys – some of whom he’s known since elementary school.    They had foosball, shuffleboard, ping-pong, basketball, putting, pool boat races, hockey shot and several other events set up around the yard, a taco truck in the alley, and a great musician playing a wide variety of music.  All very well organized and setup but not a huge amount of fun if you weren’t engaged in the competition.  We stayed an hour or so and enjoyed the tacos and a drink.  Maybe I’ll compete next year.

In Bend, Oregon, Finn was getting some great use out of his new hiking boots.  He was out at an area called Smith Rock and decided it was a good idea to hike something called “Misery Ridge”, despite all the warning signs about it being a black diamond/expert route.  It sounds like he got quite an awakening up on the top of the ridge, but completed the challenge successfully.  Here are some really lovely pictures that he took along the way.  It’s such a good time to be outdoors there.

 

 

 

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We watched some of the Oscar awards ceremony on Sunday night – and what do you know? – Nomadland won a number of the big awards.  If we’d filled out a ballot I would have picked Frances McDormand for best actress and the film for best picture.  Easy for me to claim after the fact.

I enjoyed my first real library book in years this week.  “A Hologram for the King” is a quick and light read on the surface, while carrying some deeper messages about our place in an aging, global workforce.

I didn’t realize this was also a movie starring Tom Hanks.  I watched it over the weekend and found it very faithful to the book, with most of the dialogue word for word.  It definitely worked better as a book than a film.

Here’s a summary review : “A Hologram for the King takes us around the world to show how one man fights to hold himself and his splintering family together in the face of the global economy’s gale-force winds. In a rising Saudi Arabian city, far from weary, recession-scarred America, a struggling businessman pursues a last-ditch attempt to stave off foreclosure, pay his daughter’s college tuition, and finally do something great. This taut, richly layered, and elegiac novel is a powerful evocation of our contemporary moment — and a moving story of how we got here.”

I enjoyed relaying the jokes that Alan, the main character, tells to Diana.  They were of the ilk that really tickles my funny bone and makes McD groan.

The latest Tipitina’s record club release was waiting for me when we returned from New Orleans – how fitting given that it’s a live recording of The Radiators at Tipitina’s in 1997.  We’ve enjoyed so many memorable concerts at this venerable New Orleans music club.  I don’t love the music on this album, but the live sound and musicianship are very good, and we’re supporting the venue by belonging to the club.  Here’s a song by The Radiators that I do enjoy:

We watched the Curtis Stigers livestream on Wednesday night and he played a cover by Jeffrey Martin that was excellent.  I hadn’t heard of this outstanding singer songwriter and have been enjoying exploring his catalog of work.

While participating in “Jazzfesting in Place” on the back patio, I heard this great cover of one of my top three favourite songs.  What a treat.  Also inspired me to download the sheet music and learn the song on the piano.

Stay patient, calm, and kind to everyone out there!

Week in Review – April 18, 2021

“Birthday Wrap”

We both started off the week with some good exercise.  I went for a swim and Diana took this picture of a lot of ducklings in tight formation when out for a walk.  I count 14 ducklings – how about you?

We were both very tired on Monday evening, for no good reason.  We watched this great battle round on The Voice and then called it a night.

Tuesday started with a trip to the doctor to get my blood drawn.  I had been fasting overnight and so made a quick trip to Duino for coffee and breakfast tacos when that was over.  I was close to the library and so, having mostly run out of storage space for books at home, decided to stop in to renew my library card and see if they had anything on my reading list.  Success – library card renewal took less than a minute, and I found two books on my list.  Diana found some different ducks and little ones on her run.

I had signed up for a hybrid cloud webinar in the afternoon, only because it came with a wine and chocolate sampling agenda item.  They shipped two very nice bottles of wine and some ultra fancy chocolates ahead of the meeting.  The winemaker and chocolatier joined on video from their vineyard and shop, and gave fascinating talks about their products.

I’ve been saving the Whisky Pecan bonbon on the lower right for a special occasion.  The complexity of flavours and care taken to source the ingredients of the bonbons were amazing.  We only opened one of the wines and it was very, very good.  Quite a fun session overall.  And I did order up some fancy chocolate covered pistachios for Finn.

On Tuesday evening, we joined the 52nd and last livestream by the Band of Heathens.  Hard to believe they managed a full year of these great shows.  We’ll miss joining the guys at 7:30pm for music and education.

I was texting with Sean and he sent me this video that his daughter made.  It won a University of California prize with money to make a longer version.  Kalen hand made all the things that you see in the video, and I think it’s very creative.

Both Denny and Cat had birthdays on Wednesday and we made our typical piano and vocals videos for them.

Unknown to Denny, we had an in person appearance planned for later in the week.  We caught a flight to New Orleans on Friday afternoon and were able to experience the new airport for the first time.  A big upgrade, but the close to 30 minute ride to the rental car facility at the old airport terminal is less than ideal.  That and the long wait for a car – apparently folks are making more on unemployment than they would working at driving cars for the rental car company.  We finally made it to Monkey Hill (a bar down the street from Denny and Anne’s home), where we were to hide until Denny left with the guys for his birthday Happy Hour.  We narrowly missed being spotted – Kenny, driving Denny, noticed us walking into Monkey Hill.  After the coast was clear, we went over to see Anne at the house – and found Mr. Good Lord Alex and his helpers busy decorating Denny’s entire office with birthday wrapping paper.  That’s a lot of paper.

We all rendezvoused with Denny and the crew at St. Joe’s and then enjoyed dinner at Pizza Delmonica down the street.  It was really nice to catch up with everybody.

After a delicious dinner, everyone headed back to Denny and Anne’s for the after party.

Denny enjoyed showing everyone his “decorated” office.

A nicely orchestrated birthday surprise!  One of Denny’s birthday gifts was this personalized mermaid bottle opener that we picked up at a coffee shop in Bend, Oregon.

The four of us enjoyed a lovely dinner at Sylvain in the French Quarter on Saturday afternoon – Denny’s favourite casual lunch spot.  The beets were excellent and very unusual.  After lunch Denny and I enjoyed a cigar at Cuban Creations.  The peacefulness of that was broken when Good Lord Alex and Tommy Bear arrived.  We walked to Mona Lita’s Cuban restaurant for a final drink and some yummy snacks and then retired back home.

Laura collected Diana for a run in Audubon park very early on Sunday morning.  McD was very impressive – recording her fastest ever 3 mile time.  In the afternoon we tried to attend a brass band and Mardi Gras Indian show at “The Broadside” but it was sold out by the time we arrived.  No worries, I drove around the corner to Vessel and we enjoyed a nice cocktail in the converted chapel.  Anne joined us there and then we had a very pleasant lunch at Trep’s while Denny played tennis with the guys.  Diana was able to get her fill of oysters for the trip.

After lunch, we drove over to the tennis center to watch the action.  We laughed to find Fire Chief Kenny umpiring the games in his uniform.  Upon investigation, he informed us that he was “in his district, and ready to respond.”  As we relaxed on the porch after the game, Kenny got a call and replied, “I’ll be right there.”  We asked if it was something important – “dinner bell.”  Ha!  What do you think of Denny’s 1970s tennis hair extensions?

Dinner at MoPho Vietnamese (delicious after a very slow service start) and then back home to enjoy our last evening in New Orleans.  I snapped this picture of a crescent moon, beside a crescent cloud, in the crescent city.

 

 

 

I enjoyed another Anne Tyler novel on the trip.  Here’s the Amazon summary of “Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant”:

“Abandoned by her wanderlusting husband, stoic Pearl raised her three children on her own. Now grown, the siblings are inextricably linked by their memories—some painful—which hold them together despite their differences.

Hardened by life’s disappointments, wealthy, charismatic Cody has turned cruel and envious. Thrice-married Jenny is errant and passionate. And Ezra, the flawed saint of the family, who stayed at home to look after his mother, runs a restaurant where he cooks what other people are homesick for, stubbornly yearning for the perfect family he never had.

Now gathered during a time of loss, they will reluctantly unlock the shared secrets of their past and discover if what binds them together is stronger than what tears them apart.”

“[In Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant Tyler] has arrived at a new level of power.” —John Updike, The New Yorker

I’m always interested to find when the relevance of the title of a book is revealed.  In this case, it was on page 353 of 371 – kept me waiting.  Here’s the quote:

“‘Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant!  Everyone in the family!  Just a cozy family gathering’ – and he’d rub his hands together in that annoying way he had.  He no doubt had his staff at work even this moment, preparing the…what were they called?  The funeral baked meats.  Cody sighed.  But he suspected they would have to attend.”

And then the big reveal at the dinner:

“It shouldn’t have taken him so long.  There were clues he should have picked up at once: that fan-shaped pompadour, still thick and sharply crimped; the brilliant blue of his eyes; the gangsterish air of his pinstriped, ill-fitting navy blue suit.

‘Yes’, the old man said, with a triumphant nod.  ‘It’s your father speaking, Cody.'”

I discovered a new band this week that I really love – Stuff is a jazz/funk supergroup including Steve Gadd on drums and Eric Gale on guitar – two amazing session musicians.  These super groups often disappoint and this one does not.  I’m looking forward to working my way through all four of their albums.

Ben Harper recorded a very quiet solo album during quarantine.  Just his lap steel guitar – I really enjoyed the entire album:

And finally, something from Bachman-Turner Overdrive that doesn’t sound like them at all:

Stay patient and kind with everyone!

 

Week in Review – April 11, 2012

“Ollie Ollie Ollie, Oi Oi Oi”

After a long day of travel back from Bend on Monday, I was ready to settle in and enjoy the NCAA basketball championship game.  While I was happy to see Baylor win for the first time in forever, I was hoping that Gonzaga would have made it a closer and more exciting game.  The synchronicity of crossword clues with life events is starting to get a bit weird.  We flew through Seattle Tacoma airport (SEATAC) a few hours before this clue appeared:

On of my readers who was catching up on a month or more of my posts, complained that there are not enough Ollie pictures included.  Now you can likely guess which reader registered the complaint.  Ok Will – here are a selection of photos of Ollie (called Easel by the breeder) prior to being collected by Will and Christine:

And, for extra credit, here’s a picture of a special Ollie approved dinner with probiotics and apple.  Definitely one of the best cared for and trained pups out there.

I had a bit of an early start on Tuesday as I had agreed to meet a work colleague for breakfast – fortunately just around the corner from the house.  That was quickly followed by a visit by the piano tuner and his hour long note by note movement up and down the keyboard.  Then it was time to take Diana for her second vaccine.  The process was slower and more annoying this time around, but it’s done.  No Finnesque side-effects experienced.  I’m glad we both skated through with no real noticeable impacts from the vaccines.

I started watching the “Hemmingway” documentary series by Ken Burns.  Really interesting so far.

After that we enjoyed a new livestream series from the wonderful Curtis Stigers – Wednesdays from his kitchen with dogs.  Anybody that starts with Bob Dylan’s “Things Have Changed” from the Wonder Boys (excellent movie and book) and transitions into “What’s so Funny About Peace Love and Understanding” by Nick Lowe (mentioning how many millions he made Lowe by including that on “The Bodyguard” soundtrack) is good for me.

We received another excellent Andy production of the Gypsy Hill wildlife.  This one features a mountain lion mum and cubs having a stroll down the road that links Adamo and Clorinda’s homes:

On Wednesday night we watched the documentary, “We Work – the Making and Breaking of a $47 billion unicorn”.  Quite amazing how many were fooled by the stories that the founder Adam Neumann spun.  And quite tragic that he walked away with a $1.7 billion parachute as 6,000 employees were laid off.  A scary cult like company, with a great concept, that never faced reality.

I checked in on Finn and found him sounding great and continuing to do really well.  What a joy!

I was doing an internet search on Thursday morning and saw this video in my Google feed.   There’s just something about the sound of a great organ, being played well, in a massive church.  This organ is from the 1890s, restored in the 1950s, and the details on all the stop and pedal settings are listed in the information about the video on YouTube.  So powerful and yet soothing.

Friday was maintenance day – I got a haircut and Penelope got a bath.  I took Diana’s car for inspection and a bath to start out Saturday, then we went for a pleasant walk, enjoying the perfect weather.  The Arts in Bloom festival was happening in downtown McKinney all weekend and so we decided to sample it on Saturday afternoon.  The weather continued to be perfect for rambling around the stalls.  These swirl pictures reminded me of some art that Finn did a few months back, and he liked them a lot when I texted him a picture.  The only other thing that caught my eye was this colourful elephant.

Rachel joined us for dinner on Saturday night – Zin Zen delivery – and updated us with stories about her dating experiences and home remodel likes and dislikes.

Jose sent this video of Diana’s new kitchen cabinets in progress – he’s quite the craftsman.  The funny part is at the end – he had a bad motorcycle accident while our bathroom remodel was finishing and his wife has been after him to sell the bike.  You can see the For Sale sign on it but it’s not going to get much interest parked at the back of the barn.

I found this mug to send to Finn.  I was searching for a funny penguin mug like the one he used when he was staying with us, and this one is perfect.

We did some yard work this morning and now I’m relaxing and watching The Masters golf tournament.

This article from The New Yorker is one of the most interesting that I’ve read in a while.  Kathryn Schulz pulls fascinating details on how animals navigate during everyday life and in migration from a number of recent publications.  There are some truly amazing examples of how much smarter than humans many animals are when it comes to navigating – and without all the tools that we have at our fingertips.

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2021/04/05/why-animals-dont-get-lost

I loved the time I spent with “The Train in the Night – A Story of Music and Loss” by Nick Coleman this week.  What a great read.  Coleman spent his life as a music journalist until going completely deaf in one ear in his late 40s:

“Silence descended suddenly and without warning.  I put two mugs of tea on the bedside table, sat down, passed one to my wife, hoicked my legs into bed, lowered my head and…pfffff.

One ear gone.”

The book is just as much a reminiscence on his time developing his musical taste in his youth as it is about coping with his hearing loss.  A paragraph on how diminished his enjoyment of music has become:

“What my brain can’t do is fill in the timbre, warmth, texture and depth stuff – what Dr. Levitin calls the ‘higher-order’ qualities.  Does this mean that it’s the higher-order qualities which generate the emotional response to music?  Or is it just me?  Does it merely mean that in order for me to be able to register music’s architectural dimension, and therefore have a special place in which to cue up and explore emotion, I need warmth, timbre, texture and illusion of spatial depth?”

I really enjoyed the section where Coleman talks about the first seven albums he purchased – quite an eclectic mix.

“The First Seven remain accessible to me on a multitude of levels, and in minute contextual detail.  I have access to just about every note.  I know who played what instrument on them, and which record company put them out.  I can remember the weight of their sleeves in my hand and on my lap, the texture of the cardboard, the dazzle of the artwork, the sound the inner sleeves made as they slid out of the gatefold, the name of the printing firm which printed the sleeves.  I can recall how the music made my bedroom change.  Here they are, in order:

  1.  Nazareth:  Razamanaz (on the Mooncrest label)
  2. Lou Reed:  Transformer (RCA)
  3. Genesis:  Nursery Cryme (Charisma)
  4. Yes:  The Yes Album (Atlantic)
  5. Derek and the Dmonioes: Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs (Polydor)
  6. Gong: Camembert Electrique (Virgin)
  7. Rolling Stones: Goat’s Head Soup (Rolling Stones)”

“History tells that in 1973 Nazareth were an entertaining Scottish hard-rock band with a working-man’s-glam edge, and that Razamanaz was their finest thirty-six minutes.  Theirs was not music for the ages but for the moment.  But really Nazareth were Edvard Munch’s “The Scream” with the artiness taken out.”

I can remember writing most of a paper on Munch’s “The Scream” for Will, but can’t remember why he wasn’t able to do it for himself.

Talking about a performance on “The Old Grey Whistle Test” by the Sensational Alex Harvey Band in December 1973:

“But Alex Harvey was sensational in actuality, as well as in name.  He performed Jacques Brel’s bleak chanson of ripped innocence “Next” right into the camera’s mouth, as if trying to bit out its tongue.  He hugged a Telecaster to his chest and showed all his teeth while executing a perfectly baleful Gorbals Sprechgesang.”

I’m going to have to see if I can find that performance online somewhere.  I introduced Diana to Harvey’s music when she did some spin art on one of his albums at our last Christmas party.

Speaking of Marvin Gaye’s “I Heard it Through the Grapevine”:

“The song barely needs its words.  The first one is an utterance: “Ooooo-ooo”.  Beneath that, the lollop of tom-toms which rolls the voice into the song is one of the most exquisitely placed and executed rhythmic figures in all popular music (right up there with the cymbal crash which ushers Miles Davis into “So What”).”

That tom-tom lollop is at 0:19:

And the cymbal crash is at 1:31 in one of my all time favourite pieces of jazz music:

Coleman describes how his love for music originated with his time in the church choir.  I enjoyed this description of the church organist:

“Mrs. Beeton would always pull out a couple of stops to give the last verse some welly.  She’d toe the right pedals, too.  And afterwards the thing would linger in the air for what seemed like minutes, like a taste in the mind.  An atmosphere.  The sacred as a form of weather.”

A great description of the lingering sound that you can hear in the Dvorak organ arrangement earlier in this post.  Give it “some welly” – this weeks phrase that I had long forgotten.

Continuing with the church music theme, this section about “In the Bleak Midwinter” really resonated with me:

“Yet it isn’t even the best bit.  That comes after the interrupted cadence at the end of the third verse, which has been sung by tenors and basses and apparently closed off by the organ.

‘What can I give him, poor as I am?’

The re-entry of the boys at this point is so stunning in its guttering delicacy that I am not sure I can find a way to write about it.  Perhaps it would be easier simply to wonder whether art has ever possessed the power and subtlety to express the idea of tenderness in a way that corresponds with the experience of the emotion.  If it has, then i haven’t felt it.  For me, this is as close as it has ever got.  There is no Nativity painted by a Renaissance master which will give you such quiet, and no poem which can , with words alone, describe the sufficiency of such a feeling.  It is as if, at the end of the carol, it is time for the words to run out.

‘Yet what I can give him: give my heart.'”

An excellent description of the role of the trombone in an orchestra:

“The trombone is a beautiful thing, a rich, sonorous, perfectly chromatic tone-cannon endowed with unmatchable weight of shot, handicapped only by a slow rate of fire.”

It’s quite late in the book when Coleman shares what is believed to have caused his hearing loss:

“‘I think’, said the consultant, ‘that you may have had a migraine so bad that it sent a blood vessel between your brain and your inner ear into spasm, and the spasm lasted long enough to kill the cilia off on that side and leave you with the mess inside your head.'”

Just an excellent read throughout!

This song from Lana Del Ray’s new album caught my attention on the radio.  Listening to it again I realized what it was linking me to – “Calvary Cross” from the perfect “I Want to See the Bright Lights Tonight” album by Richard and Linda Thompson.  I’ve always loved the F, Am, G chord sequence that underpins that song.  Turns out the sequence of piano chords at the start of the Lana Del Ray song are F, C, G – Am being the Aeolian or natural minor of C, and why they sound so similar to my brain.

I always like it when Tower of Power pop up on playlists.  Here’s a classic example of their sound:

I equally enjoy anything from Booker T. Jones (with or without the MGs):

And finally, something completely different from Jack White – he can really put his personal stamp on any kind of music:

Stay safe, calm and kind.

Week in Review – April 4th, 2012

“Breathing Lessons in Bend, Oregon”

The kitchen shenanigans continued on Monday morning with D making a trip with the twins to pick out marble for the countertops.  She likes that piece hanging from the forklift, and was quite elated when able to convince me that we should get a bit extra to make a “waterfall” on one end of the island.  Here’s a picture in case, like me, you’re wondering what that “waterfall” might look like.

Finn and I headed out for a coffee in the afternoon.  It’s nice to have a coffee drinker around with a flexible schedule.  We tried the new PJ’s New Orleans coffee shop – not bad but some kinks to work out for sure.  Then we picked up some new jeans for Finn – just like the other pair he has.  Certainly a creature of habit.

Finn cooked up some yummy chickpea pasta with pesto sauce and chicken for dinner – apparently the secret was to cook the pasta in chicken broth.  We attempted to watch some of the NCAA “March Madness” basketball tournament but that was not going over well with McD.

Tuesday ended up being quite the eventful day.  Finn was scheduled for his COVID shot in the afternoon at the Allen football stadium.  Can you believe that is a high school stadium?  The local Fire Department was in charge of this site and they were extremely efficient – 2 minutes from entering the parking lot until shot in the arm.  We pulled Penelope into a parking spot to wait the requisite 15 minutes before leaving.   Then things almost immediately took a bad turn.  Finn said he was feeling faint, went pure white, leaned back in his seat, eyes rolling back and body shaking.  Good grief – time for some help!  The paramedic showed up quickly and hooked Finn up to an EKG, pulse, and blood pressure machine.  Both pulse and blood pressure had dropped to very low levels.  As he regained consciousness, Finn was not at all pleased to hear the paramedic say that he wanted to check his blood sugar level – “I don’t recommend poking me with any needles just now” – the paramedic nodded along, stuck him before he noticed, and reported blood sugar just fine.  After about 10 minutes some color started creeping back into his face and we rejected the strong advice of the fire department ambulance workers that had arrived on the scene to go with them to the nearest hospital.  Another 30 minutes or so and Finn was on his couch resting.  Diana and I took turns checking on him.  He claims that he “died and came back to life” and that “there’s not a bright light to guide you”.  I think he’s a good story teller.

Diana made us some delicious chicken empanadas, in the special machine we’ve had for over a year and never used, as a treat for surviving the afternoon escapades.  In Pacifica, Clorinda was getting quite the kick out of her dinosaur taco holder.

Shortly after dinner I received a call from Brennon at Skyline to let me know they had a spot for Finn earlier than expected.  He was scheduled for April 26th but they could now take him as early as Sunday.  Time to jump into planning mode around getting Finn out there on the weekend.  By the time I went to bed I had booked flights and found what I thought would be a good hotel for a weekend stay.  Told you it was quite an eventful day.

On Wednesday both Finn and I visited Dr. Haslam, the orthopedic surgeon that fixed my broken leg.  Me to get my repaired leg checked and to make sure my right leg was okay, Finn to check out his wrist which hurts when he lifts any weight.  X-rays didn’t show anything notable and so the recommendation is that we both get MRIs for more detail.  I did get a cream that should help my left leg.

We stopped into Nerdvana coffee on the way home from the doctor visit.  Finn was entertained by all the role playing games they sold and was particularly tickled by what he described as the “Episode of the Big Bang Theory” taking place at the table next to us.  A group of geeky folks were going deep into what makes a good cup of coffee – way deep.

Finn got a COVID test on Thursday, as required by Skyline for admission – thankfully the test doesn’t cause any scary side-effects.  I took him for a haircut and picked up some final supplies.  He seems prepared but neither of us really want him to go – it’s been such a treat having him with us and he’s really settled in.  Change and the unknown future are hard.

I absolutely love this penguin art that he created for me with a note that I’ll treasure on the back.

We had an early start to the airport on Friday morning for our flights to Seattle and then Redmond, Oregon.  A bit of an initial snafu – I had splurged on first class seats for the trip out, but the plane didn’t have a row 4 where we were sitting.  Some jiggery pokery ensued and then we were reassigned to exit row seats and saved some money.  Finn was able to lord it up in first class by himself.   A reasonably quick change in Seattle – just time for a coffee – and we were on our way to Redmond.  The views from the plane around Seattle and Redmond were quite spectacular.  You can definitely make out the volcanic shape in the first picture.

After a 20 minute drive we were checking into our hotel in Bend, Oregon.  The Riverhouse on the Deschutes was a perfect home base for us, with great views of the river from our balconies and a pleasant restaurant and bar with a large deck on the opposite side of the river.  A cabin just down the bank from our rooms had an interesting story as told on this sign:

Apparently John Wayne and Katharine Hepburn stayed at the hotel during filming.

The view from our bedroom balcony was really relaxing with the pines and the flowing river.

 

 

 

We enjoyed an early Friday dinner at  Joolz Mediterranean in downtown Bend – an eclectic few blocks of restaurants, bars, boutiques, coffee shops, and record and book stores.  This restaurant was outstanding.  Chef Ramsey worked wonders with simple ingredients.  My favourite was the fried cauliflower – tremendous flavour.  The lamb meatballs and hummus with elk meat were also excellent.  Diana proclaimed the chopped salad the best she had tasted in ages.  Finn finished off with his favourite dessert – baclava, and had some leftover to go with the lemon bars that D had snuck into his back-pack.  All three of us are still raving about this place and can’t wait to visit Bend again so that we can go back.  An early night was called for after all the travel and excitement of the day.

Saturday started with coffee at Spoken Moto, a great combination of coffee shop and vintage motorcycle store.  I loved the green egg bowl from the Scoutpost food truck in the patio area.  Bend has so many excellent coffee shops per square mile – can we just have a couple of them in McKinney?

Suitably coffeed, we made the 20 minute drive to explore Tumalo falls.  I had read that you could hike a somewhat robust 2.5 miles to the falls or drive right up to them and park.  The road in was closed off and I couldn’t understand why, so we parked and investigated.  None of us had the proper shoes for a 2.5 mile hike up a rocky path but decided to at least have a short wander.  We quickly realized that the snow on the road was the reason for it being close off.  I don’t think we went much over half a mile up the path, but did get some good photos.  Can you tell Finn is feeling a wee bit cold?

The exploration continued with a drive on down the road to the Mount Bachelor ski resort –  in full swing on a sunny day and not too busy.  Finn liked the half-pipe and snowboard jumps.  Hopefully he gets to partake before Spring skiing ends.  The mountain is less than 30 minutes from his house.

We arrived back in downtown Bend in time for Diana and Finn to enjoy a yummy brunch at the Lemon Tree – they weren’t hungry when I had breakfast earlier at the Scoutpost.  I got to sample their delicacies.  Diana was quite adventurous and ordered the Shakshuka – a Tunisian dish with a sauce of tomatoes, chile peppers and onions simmered with North African spices, and served with poached eggs and grilled Stirato – delicious combination of flavours.  Diana described the Lemon Tree experience as “great food, lousy service.”  She was not wrong.  The only poor service we experienced all weekend – the overall vibe was very much friendly and welcoming.

We had a wander around downtown and then headed back to the hotel to relax before dinner at 900 Wall (right next door to Joolz).  This was a fancier restaurant that didn’t disappoint at all.  We started with a charcuterie board and tempura fried green beans (a big hit), and then Finn surprised us by insisting on the duck confit (even after I tried to steer him to a few other things) – it ended up being delicious and he finished every bite on the plate. Diana had the teres major.  Anybody heard of that?  We certainly hadn’t.  Turns out it’s the  second most tender steak from a cow but only a very small piece (0.5%) of the total beef from the cow.  Diana enjoyed it very much and had plenty of leftovers.  I tried the much lauded burger and loved it.  Can you tell we enjoyed our meals in this picture?

Easter Sunday started relatively early with a 9am brunch at McKay’s cottage restaurant.  This place was almost next door to the hotel and was just perfect.  Coffee and drinks while you waited for your table, excellent food and very good service.  They even had laminated menus just for Easter Sunday and you can see eggs hidden around for kids to hunt (see – in the flowers?)  I highly recommend this brunch if you ever make it to Bend.  On the subject of eggs – check out the decorating skills of Damon’s artsy family after the breakfast pictures.

We dropped Finn off at his home for the next 3 to 6 months after brunch.  He’ll be sharing the house with 6 other young men and the place looked really nice – large yard with pine trees and lots of seating areas.  The two folks that we met (Gage and Will) who are associated with the house and program were very kind and welcoming.  It was exceptionally hard to leave Finn after he’d done so well living with us, but we believe he is in great hands as he starts the next chapter.

Diana and I distracted ourselves with a hike down the Deschutes river trail.  We picked up the trail about a third of a mile from the hotel and followed it for a mile and a half or so back into downtown.  The river changed from broad and slow moving to fast paced rapids, with canoeists practicing their slalom course moves at one point.  The large houses on the banks had fantastic situations.

We had intended to end our hike with a visit to the Pine Tavern on the river bank.  That was closed and so we ended up back at 900 Wall with a lovely table in the sun and some more of those delicious green beans.

We called it an early night after that – our 7am start on Monday came quickly.  The flights home were smooth.  I love flying from small regional airports like Redmond where you’re the only folks in the security line and everything is so quiet and relaxed.  The view from the rental car parking lot is pretty great too.

I finished “Breathing Lessons” by Anne Tyler and I did enjoy the remainder much more than the first third – maybe I was just in the right frame of mind.  I always like it when the first paragraph of a book sets the scene of what lies ahead so concisely:

“Maggie and Ira Moran had to go to a funeral in Deer Lick, Pennsylvania.  Maggie’s girlhood friend had lost her husband.  Deer lick lay on a narrow country road some ninety miles north of Baltimore, and the funeral was scheduled for ten-thirty Saturday morning; so Ira figured they should start around eight.  This made him grumpy.  (He was not an early-morning kind of man.)  Also Saturday was his busiest day at work, and he had no one to cover for him.  Also their car was in the body shop.”

The different personalities of Maggie and Ira and they way react to situations with families and friends are at the heart of this story:

“‘Oh, great, Maggie; another one of your logical progressions.’

‘One thing about you that I really cannot stand,’ she said, ‘is how you act so superior.  We can’t have just a civilized back-and-forth discussion; oh, no.  No, you have to make a point of how illogical I am, what a whifflehead I am, how you’re so cool and above it all.'”

I saw a report on TV about “Leave Out the Tragic Parts” by Dave Kindred and decided to torture myself by reading it this week – hoping to learn some more on the topic of addiction.  Kindred is a sportswriter who has won numerous awards and covered most of the major sporting events over the last 30 years.  He lost his grandson to alcohol addiction in 2014.

The story is equally tragic, well researched and very well written.  Jared, the grandson, joins an underground group of young people who travel around the country by jumping on railway cars and then sleep on the streets in whichever city they land in.  I had never heard of such a thing.  Several of the characters in the book have been living this way for many years.  Jared becomes completely addicted to alcohol and, even after many hospital visits where he suffers seizures whenever off alcohol for more than a few hours, continues on with his self-destructive lifestyle.  I had several quotes dog-eared to share, but they’re all too heavy right now, so I’ll share just the most poignant paragraph from the book:

“Unless you’ve been there, you can’t imagine what it’s like to watch helplessly as someone you love descends into addiction.  The transformation defies logic – until you understand that your loved one is gravely ill with a brain disease that is debilitating, chronic, progressive, and, if left untreated, often fatal.”

Switching quickly to a more positive quote.  Here Kindred talks about telling one of his sports journalism stories to Jared:

“Jared, learning to play soccer, liked the story about the poor boy who kicked a ball made of rags.  “Tell me Pele”, he said, and we went in our imagination first to Brazil and finally to the Meadowlands stadium, where I heard the greatest soccer player ever, in the last game of his career, shout to the 75,646 spectators, “Repeat after me:  Love…Love…Love.””

I love the feel of this song from trumpeter and label owner Willie Mitchell.  Classic 70s beats:

Here are two versions of a John Prine classic – I love them both:

And finishing up with one of my top three songs – Diana and I enjoyed a version from a street musician performing in downtown Bend as we enjoyed our drinks and snack at 900 Wall on Sunday afternoon:

Stay kind and patient with everyone!