Me Here Again

If you’re here, welcome. There is a wide variety of things written about. But, ultimately, they are about me. And what I’m interested in. And there is a lot that is left out. Well, maybe. There is a lot. You get what pulls my attention in for the day. Like haiku, or stamps, or forest, or, or well there is a lot. Stiff that is not coming to mind anymore. Yes, it is a problem for me now.

Thanks for coming. Come in once in a while, there is sure to be stuff that is different than what you’ve read here before. And hit the random page bit. It will surprise you.

Walking a Greenway

Earlier this year Portland announced they would convert 100 miles of residential streets to Portland Greenways. This map shows the existing and future Greenways.

One of them starts one block from our house and runs for a half mile before hitting a major, well busy, street. We took a tour of it. There is no indication of it at our end. It was a single lane to get out for cars, with the other half of the street reserved for bicycle traffic. As we walked we saw three signs that read “Neighborhood Greenway”. There was no car traffic. Though that is not unusual on a Sunday morning. At our busy street, 52nd Avenue, we saw what looked to be actual Greenway activity, signage and a block against traffic.

This was the only markers for the Greenway. It is new. I’m looking forward to more construction (?) of the Greenways to become standard traffic.

On our walk back home we took a parallel street. It was just as quiet.

Tea and Tea? Tea and Milk?

We have this teapot set. But wait, what is it a pair of? We’re not sure, heck, we don’t have an idea and neither does Google.

What do you think?

Yes, I do like the red on red coloring also.

It Is Quiet Here

If you are reading this you are special. Because nobody reads this on most days. That is OK. This is written to write things. Whatever “things” might be getting written. You cannot write without writing. So I write to make my writing better.

It is quiet here. Where I can write. To hear myself. To make what I do write, when I have something to write, comprehensible. I do not always have something to write. And so I come up with something to write.

It is quiet here. I can write without people interrupting. I can write and wonder if I’ll write (or should that be “wonder if I will”?) about hearing aids, or meeting someone for PCT talk, or Camino de Santiago, or well whatever. Come on back, I’ll be here.

Nourishing Things

Things that have nourished people include these three. Sourdough, Polenta, and Commonplace Books. Two are simple foodstuffs, one is a keeper of the knowledge. All of them sustain people.

Sourdough is, or so it seems, simple. You mix flour and water. You wait. You add more flour and water. Then, eventually, it is filled with bubbles. There you have it. The thing that will raise your bread is ready to use.

Polenta, today, is coarsely ground yellow maize, coarse cornmeal. It is sustaining because you can eat it hot, like oatmeal. Or allow it to cool and become a loaf that can be grilled, fried, or roasted with topping to suit. Prior to corn being imported from the new world other grains had the same uses. Chestnuts, millet, chickpeas, and others were used. It is a flexible grain. You can include olive oil or butter, chopped jalapenos, a cheese of choice, these are the simplest of ways to modify polenta.

Commonplace Books is the way of keeping knowledge. Particularly, it was used by women before they were allowed to attend universities. There are notes in the margins of cookbooks. There are scrapbooks. There are books not know by this name. Do you have one? More? It sustains your personal knowledge base.

What sustains your life? These are three that sustain my life.