I just put my sourdough starter back on the refrigerator. It’s day two for the starter and just fed it for the second time. It is day thirteen for the lockdown. I’ve begun the starter because yeast has been one of the items that disappeared during the initial panic buying of last week, or two weeks ago now really.
I am troubled by the political news this week and appalled by any suggestion that we are headed toward a civil war.
We drove into Pendleton yesterday for a bit of grocery shopping and a look around.
Beginning any journey is a mixture of emotions: excitement mixed with anxiety, freedom tempered by the rules of the road, and adventure interspersed with periods of repetition and boredom. Despite the images of John Wayne and Ward Bond waving their arms and yelling “Ho”, resulting in large groups of people happily trudging off West behind…
There are only three truly great rodeos in the world: The Calgary Stampede, Frontier Days in Cheyenne, and The Pendleton round Up. (This may be a topic that many of you find only slightly more interesting than a review of the latest documentary on sedimentary build up in the lower Santiam River.
As the sun began to set, the wind came up. Just a breeze at first with a few insistent gusts. The gusts took control and our motorhome began to rock with the harder billows. It was getting darker and soon we would be rocking with the buffets in the black, starless night. Between bursts of…
I was six or seven when I first saw the ocean. I was a little cowboy used to playing under the wide, open sky of Wyoming. My mother was raised in Grey’s Harbor, Washington and pined vocally often about the beauty of the Great Northwest and its superiority over the sagey expanse where we lived.…
I was once a student of religion at Oregon State. For two years I studied koine Greek, Latin, and the history of Christianity. I thought I’d make a good minister. Ultimately, it didn’t fit. Zen did. I am not a good Zen Buddhist; I hardly practice at all (read that as nearly never). I…
I was an active Boy Scout from the time that I was old enough to join Cub Scouts. I know it is not very fashionable to be a scout now, but then, in a small town in Wyoming, it was what we did. I learned much that I still use today in terms…
Great Expectations (and reality) Once again, we are on the road. Our major Spring trip was curtailed by the tax hit we took this year. A person might think that two people living on social security and a state pension might not have a tax issue. Not so! In any case I spent a day…
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