Old Wives’ Tales

Currently in Portand, Oregon, on the verge of a week here for work. Sunday brunch at a restaurant called Old Wives’ Tales (Burnside and Sandy.) Just sent a text to Dorothea about the women in the booth behind me. One was saying to the other that she’d gone somewhere to get a turkey for Thanksgiving. Wherever it was, apparently the turkey was initially still alive. Some of the other turkeys had names. She asked what was this turkey’s name? But apparently it was nameless. Reminded me of the skit in Portlandia where they ended up leaving the restaurant and going out to the cult run farm to investigate the origins of their meal. (That chicken had not only a name, but a bio.)

Ticketed but not towed

While riding the bus to downtown Minneapolis this morning, I texted Dorothea “can you pick up the car from tires plus?” Nov 16, 2012, 8:37 PM. I’d dropped the Sonata off there yesterday. Walked home. They called, saying alignment needed. Go ahead. Later, they’d called my cell again, left a voicemail. I never did check that voicemail. Assumed they’d left message saying the car was ready. Dorothea texted back “we just got a ticket. Our car was not moved.” Today is the day that the city crews are cleaning our street. I saw the signs yesterday as I walked back from the auto shop, “No Parking Friday 8:00 AM – 6:00 PM” and was thinking at that time of moving the cars. This morning, I forgot, and left the house without a single car thought in my head.  The good news: the car didn’t get towed, just ticketed. Also, it was only one ticket, not two, because the other car was in the shop.

Evening, autumn, green tea, coffee shop

Day Two of my little October vacation. Liam asked to be picked up from school so he can bring home a sousaphone to practice for auditions next week. But my hope is to be far away by two o’clock. Thinking Nerstrand or Frontenac.

Last night I wandered over to Kopplin’s and had a cup of green tea. This picture, taken from booth through plate glass window, is of their front door with the address in reverse “2038 Marshall.”

Kopplin Front Door
Evening, autumn, coffee shop


Eighieth versus Ninetieth birthday

From the blog: We drove to Little Falls yesterday. Dorothea’s aunt celebrated her eightieh birthday at the Senior Center. I was reminded of both my mom’s eightieth and her ninetieth, of who was and wan’t there for each, what they looked like, and how their appearance changed over the decade. 80: my mom was driving and just moved to a townhouse-sort of place. Did things like drive to the farm and Little Falls. 90: stopped driving, and moved into an assisted living facility attached to a nursing home. 80: there were in attendance some still lively cousins of hers and other weird relations; 90: not.

One (at least one) cool thing about Dorothea’s side is that they’ve maintained contact with the side of the family that stayed in Germany. There was a brother who stayed, and a brother who left.

Also, Dorothea fell in love with and spent most of the time sitting next to this guy who looked like and sounded like her father.

(Later in the day, hours after I had posted this, I realized I’d erred using the word “eighth” instead of “eightieth.” First comment: They are both odd words, using usual rules. Second, here’s the beauty of having a blog post rather than just a Facebook entry: I was able to go back and edit. Google+, for instance, also allows for editing.)



From my blog: I saw this first picture and fell in love with it. (Is now my background.) Then saw this second analemma–not in love, but curiosity satisfied from first “where’s the other half?” From Astronomy Picture of the Day website.

Caspian Sea from the boardwalk in the port city of Baku, Azerbaijan

From near Kitzeck im Sausal, Austria.