Our Own Dot-Dot Story

Me and the MR were watching an Australian TV show the other night, and we both noticed with excitement that they had dot-dot paintings on the wall.

Dot-dot? I hear you asking yourself. Yes, dot-dot. Aboriginal art, don’t you know? On our trip to Australia, my dad said we had to go see Uluru (aka Ayres Rock) if we were going that far. Neither of us were too sure exactly what that was, but we’re game so of course we went.

Our first stop in the middle of the country was at Alice Springs where we picked up some water bottles and wandered through gift shops. That was our first introduction to interesting graphic textiles and paintings made by aboriginal artists.

That night we dined on barbecue under the Southern Cross at a sustainable, family farm.

The next day, it was a long drive through the desert, with stops at an art studio for lunch, and camel rides. Then it was on to the massive monolith in the middle of nowhere.

We did wine and nibbles at sunset, and then sunrise and our trek around Uluru. (You can check it out at A Little Off My Game.) The next day before we left, we had class with an aboriginal artist and her interpreter. The taught us about the meanings behind the symbols, and then gave us an opportunity to share our stories.

Papa ran off to the drugstore, and the MR decided to observe, but most of the group participated. And then later they shared stories of loss, and of childhood, and of good times and bad. There were tears and everything.

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Mine was a rather simple tale. In the bottom right corner, the red circles represent a fire or home. You can see me with my stick for digging up grubs kneeling by the fire, and look there’s the MR with his spear and clubs and other manly stuff kneeling with me. Look at all the squiggly blue lines; they signify heavy rains. The circles and lines represent travel, and the other blue lines are for water.

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Basically, me and the MR live in a rainy place, so we travel across the water to other lands. Not that deep, but accurate.

And now when I see my little painting hanging on the wall, I smile and think of our adventures. For a little more authentic fun, I also bought a pillow cover by artist Any Tjilari through Better World Arts. I’m not sure what story he is telling, but it does add some nice color to the great room.

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Where have your adventures taken you to?

#AATKings, #AllAboutTony #Australia.

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A Little Off My Game

You know how you have plans? You go on vacation, and you’ll come back and hit the ground running? No one will ever know you’ve been gone.

And then you do come home, and you’re exhausted, and you have laundry, and all the household catch up stuff, and tons of photos, and you don’t even know where to begin.

Do I want to do the monthly recap? Well, there aren’t any updates because I’ve been traveling the world. Should I talk about our trip? I haven’t even talked about our trip to Europe this summer. Maybe I should just go grocery shopping and put the blog on hold for another day or two.

And then tragedies strike, and I wonder what kind of world we live in. And I hunker down in my home and nest. That’s kind of where I’ve been for the last week or so.

If you haven’t guessed, me and the MR played hookey with my dad for the last half of September. Papa Willy has always wanted to go to Australia, and we were able to go with him for a two-week tour of the highlights. It was amazing: museums, opera house, jail, penguins, hiking, gardens, snorkeling, did I say penguins? We had a good time.

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I will try to gather my thoughts, and pictures, and guidebook info and pass a little of it on to you.

For now, we’re going to focus on more mundane things like our neglected garden and dirty shoes.

I was pleasantly surprised to find a few things to harvest when we returned. Apparently, things keep growing even when you’re not looking.

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Only two apples remained on the tree rather than the dozen I was expecting. At least the critters didn’t eat our few clusters of grapes this year. In the past, the fruit have seemed really sour, but a little neglect and a little more time on the vine resulted in much sweeter grapes. We’ve continued to pick tomatoes for the last week, they’re not pretty but still quite tasty.

And now for dirty shoes. One of our stops in Australia was at Uluru (also known as Ayres Rock). We enjoyed sunset and nibbles the first night. Then the following day it was sunrise and a leisurely 7 mile hike around this giant monolith.

Were we hot? Yes. What’s that on your head? That would be a fly net; I just got too tired of swatting them away.

Anyways, you may be asking yourself what all this has to do with dirty shoes. I’m getting there; I’m getting there. Look at all that red rock. It doesn’t just stay on the ground. After that long trek, me and the MR brought plenty of it home with us. Papa Willy missed the bus (maybe it was the 5:30 start time) and opted out of the hike.

I really like my cute, little adidas. So what to do with stained suede tennies? I’ve had a couple clerks looking for an add-on sales who helped me out. When I bought my tennies, I bought some Instant Cleaner by SOFSOLE to keep those soles white. Earlier I’d puchased suede booties and the ABEO Cleaning Kit, which is simply something like a giant eraser and a stiff brush. Both came through with flying colors.

Are they perfect? No. Are they much better than where I started? They sure are. I’m not walking around with bright orange feet, so I’m fairly pleased.

I’m also quite happy to be back with you guys.

Wishing you a peaceful fall in the midst of fires and storms and troubled souls.

Cocoa was super happy to see us home and couldn’t figure out what was so interesting with the harvest basket.

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And That Was April

Maybe I’ve lost my mojo. I just don’t seem to be blogging like I used to. Lately, not that much has been happening. We moved into this crazy house, fixed it up, bought a bunch of furniture, the end.

The MR received a bid the other day to fix the deck. Do we want to fix the problem bits? Do we want to fix the whole thing so it’s seamless? Do we want to pull out the hot tub that’s not working and make it into a sun deck? We still have a lot of work to do on the grounds I type as the MR is out on the John Deere mowing the fields for the first time this year.

Yesterday was a spectacularly sunny day in the midst of our rainy spring. Earlier this week, I was back down in the garden planting seedlings from the FFA sale. Cocoa didn’t seem as Carrot Crazy this time. Instead she rolled in onions. There’s a reason she’s not allowed in the garden.

They’ve filled in quite a bit in the last few weeks. I’ll have to take some garden update photos. The asparagus I was worried hadn’t survived last year’s move is recovering. But what do you do with one gargantuan piece of asparagus?

Maybe all the traveling is what throws off my schedule. One of my favorite trips this year was to The Other WA. It was a first-time for me, the MR, and his folks. And while politics may drive you crazy, the history and beauty of Washington, DC is so inspiring.

Another highlight of the month was spending time with my sweet girlies and getting some Book Love at Powell’s in Portland. I was reading about Amazon opening another brick-and-mortar store in Bellevue this fall, and the MR didn’t understand the draw for them as a company. There’s just something about a bookstore with authors speaking and stacks and stacks of books just calling you to read that promotes people’s loyalty. This could make them more relateable.

During my trip to Oregon, I was also able to meet lots of Baby Girl’s friends and tour Sweet Miss’ new apartment in the city.

BG is looking for summer travel clothes, so we did a lot of shopping mostly for her but a little for me. That worked out for the house,too, since I was into Making My Own Sunshine with some lovely fake flowers.

It’s May now; I know the real ones are coming. Blossoms cover the apple trees, and my garden is calling between rain squalls. At least when it’s raining, I don’t feel guilty staying inside and knitting or crocheting. I designed these flowers for Quintessential Knits here in town, and kits will be available soon in case you’re needing a dose of sunshine.

Hope your May Day was filled with peace and joy and flowers.

And the best news of all may not have made it into the blog.  Sweet Miss is marrying The Fella, and we’re pleased as punch. God is good. Life is good. Hug someone you love. 


 

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Book Love

What do you do when you find yourself alone on a rainy evening in Portland’s Pearl District? Why go to the biggest independent bookstore in the world, of course.

After a fun weekend with Baby Girl and her sorority sisters, I was to meet up with Sweet Miss in Portland. She was flying back from a quick visit with high school friends, and so I had a few hours to kill on my own.


After wandering a bit, I looked up through the rain to see the big Powell’s sign just down the street. I was in luck, I’d visit the City of Books. After browsing awhile, I found the travel section and picked up a few pocket guides for our summer trip and then hiked up the stairs in search of a crochet dictionary—no luck. But I did find a copy of Blueprint Crochet Sweaters by Robyn Chachula; I’ve only checked it out from the library half a dozen times.

Over dinner, I read about Vienna and then noticed a text from Sweet Miss. She was still waiting for her flight out of Denver but suggested picking up a few bridal magazines. So I paid the bill and headed the two blocks back to Powell’s. Wouldn’t you know? The bridal magazines were back up by the knitting and crochet section adjacent to a wonderful author talk that had just started. Magazines in tow, I sat down in one of the chairs and listened to author Jess Thomson talk about her food adventures in the Pacific Northwest, in the midst of dealing with her son’s health concerns, while her marine biologist husband traveled to distant shores. It’s all part of her touching book, A Year Right Here. Book talks like these are one reason I hope local bookstores never disappear.


Sweet Miss did finally arrive late that evening, and we talked weddings, and moving, and jobs before collapsing into bed. Hanging out with the kids is exhausting albeit wonderful.


How was your weekend?

 

 

The Other Washington

Me and the MR have done our share of traveling the last few years. Visiting other countries’ capital cities, I was impressed with the museums and monuments, the statues and memorials, the abundance of history, beautiful architecture, and national pride. Somehow, I got it into my head that we just don’t have that at home. I mean Seattle has EMP and the Hammering Man. We’re famous for throwing fish at Pike Place and for inventing casual Fridays—not pomp and patriotism.

But a few weeks ago, we met the MR’s parents in the other Washington, and my whole perception changed. Our family isn’t big into politics, and we had never seriously thought about visiting Washington, DC. I’d bring it up every now and then saying we really should take the girls—kind of like taking vitamins or eating your vegetables. But then the MR’s mom suggested traveling to there to see the cherry blossoms. I like cherry blossoms.

So the beginning of the month found us with five days in DC to see the sights. It was amazing. We stayed in the Penn Quarter, just around the corner from Ford’s Theater and the rooming house where Lincoln died. Our first morning, we strolled down the block to the White House. Yes, that would be Pennsylvania Avenue.

We were a little further back than it looks like in the movies, but we were actually there next to Michelle Obama’s vegetable garden

I had tried to book a tour, but with the change in administration, all tours had been put on hold—maybe next time. I’d contacted our representative about the White House tour, and she’d signed us up for a tour of the Capitol instead. So our group of adventurers headed on to the National Mall.

As you can see, the MR (from Washington State) is wearing a windbreaker. His parents (from Nevada) are bundled up against the cold.

Our next stop was the World War II Memorial.

In the distance, that’s the Lincoln Memorial. I’d never realized how all these monuments are lined up. In our family we have this joke that if you can see it, you can walk to it; it may have started when we took the girls to Paris—you can see the Eiffel Tower for a really long ways away… While we probably could have walked to Lincoln we’d been warned that the National Mall is really quite large, and we had a tour of the Capitol coming up.

So we turned in the other direction and headed towards the Washington Monument.

The elevators to the top of the monument are being repaired through 2019, so no aerial views this time. With a few hours to kill, we headed on towards the Capitol up the streets flanked by Smithsonian museums.

We didn’t visit the National Gallery of Art, but we did wander through the sculpture garden.

We met our group in Congressman Suzan DelBene’s office, and then were off viewing art and architecture, old meeting rooms and new. Both houses were in recess, but if we’d wanted to wait around for a few hours, we could have watched them in action.

By that time, we’d walked nearly nine miles and were ready for dinner and a chance to put our feet up.

Day two, we went on the Big Bus Tour. We picked it up across the street from our hotel, and it took us right to the Lincoln Memorial. One of the things you don’t realize from the movies and TV is the shear size of these buildings.

From there, we walked over to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial. My sweet mother-in-law shook hands with each of the veterans she met along the wall. It was a moving experience for both her and them.

Then we were back on the bus destined for Arlington National Cemetery. More than 400,000 people are buried here; it’s acres upon acres of headstones.

After visiting the grave of John F. Kennedy, we happened upon the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier just in time for the changing of the guard.

Day three, we started our museum visits with the National Air and Space Museum.

After touching the space rock, and oohing and aahing over all things that fly, we headed for greener pastures. We had noticed the United States Botanic Gardens on our way to the Capitol tour, but it was closed by the time we’d finished, so after lunch we went there.

While it was interesting, this was one of the few things on our itinerary I would not repeat.

Then we headed beyond the Capitol to the Library of Congress to enjoy the beautiful architecture inside and out.

My father-in-law teased the security about not being able to check out a book. The guard quickly gave him directions on were to go to get a library card. Maybe next time we’ll make use of the reading room.

Day four dawned wet and dreary, but no worries, we had umbrellas and the National Archives were just down the street.

So much of our history has been captured here. I listened to tapes of FDR refusing increased security around the White House after Pearl Harbor, and then joined the crowds to see the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and the Bill of Rights.

We spent an entertaining lunch watching unwary commuters emerge from the subway station only to have their umbrellas blown inside out and then trudged on to the National Museum of Natural History. I’d been hoping for American History, but somehow we wound up next door. On rainy days during spring break, these museums are chaos.

The MR”s dad was sick in bed that evening, but we took out his mom to help celebrate their 54th wedding anniversary.

That being our last night in town, me and the MR went out to see the monuments at night. It’s really quite beautiful.

Our last day, we checked the bags at the hotel and thought we were heading across the street to the Smithsonian American Art Museum and National Portrait Gallery, but they didn’t open till 11:30, so we hurried a few blocks in a stiff wind to the National Building Museum—one of the few requiring an admissions few to the exhibits. We were still able to see portraits of the presidents and some American folk art before eating lunch and saying goodbye to the MR’s parents as they left for the train station.

We had a few hours before going to the airport, so we checked out the White House Visitor Center, which is the next best thing to being there.

I loved the history, the beauty, and the grandeur of DC, and I would definitely go back.

Next time, I’d like to make it to Mount Vernon and to a few more of the museums. I’m not sure I’d do Arlington again, and the bus tour was a bit of a miss. We’d purchased multiple lines, so we could visit Arlington, and ended up waiting on the side of the road for more than an hour because of a motorcade. The company can’t really do anything about that, but for the price of four adults we could have booked a private tour that would have meant less standing and waiting.

With 17 Smithsonians, it was hard to choose which one to visit. Next time, the MR can go back to the Air and Space while I’m immersing myself in history. Then we’ll just meet up for lunch.

Many of the museums and Arlington have their own apps—something I haven’t got in the habit of looking for ahead of time.

After all these years, I’m glad we finally visited our nation’s capital. Thanks MeeMee for the suggestion.

What are your highlights of Washington, DC?

In other fabulous news, The Fella asked Sweet Miss to marry him last Saturday. We’re all pleased as punch. And on Sunday, Papa Larry celebrated his 80th birthday. Add in Easter, and I’d say it was a banner weekend.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Relaxing On Turks and Caicos

We finished off our recent get away enjoying the beach in beautiful Turks and Caicos. The water is blue; the sand is white; it was lovely. We stayed at the Windsong Resort right on Grace Bay in a beach front condo.

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If you look carefully, in the back of the picture above, you can see a number of red buoys. They mark off a protected area where the reef is developing. That meant the area around it was wonderful for snorkeling.

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People came from resorts up and down the bay to snorkel at this spot. We’ve seen more colorful coral, but the fish were plentiful, and the MR swam through quite a few schools.

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The beach attendant said these were yellow-tailed something. I want to say grouper, but that’s probably because I ate it for dinner.

We were also excited to swim with turtles on multiple occasions. One little guy swam up to the surface, peaked at me and swam back down as if to invite me to follow. We were close friends for the next five minutes till he swam away.

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Stingrays liked to swim through a channel out past the buoys. It was so fun to watch them gracefully moving together totally synchronized. We haven’t quite gone through all of our photos, but I’ll see if we can’t find the stingrays for you.

This is not the place to go for a vibrant nightlife. Our resort was fairly low-key after dark. Our first night, we ate on-site, and the food was good but nothing special. So the other nights, we headed down the beach to restaurants the MR had scouted out on his morning runs.

Kitchen 218 at the Beach House along with Zest and Stelle both of which are at Gansevoort were all quite nice. At Kitchen 218, we were able to choose the fish, the preparation method, and the accompanying sauce. At times, I think I’d rather the chef made all those choices, since he or she knows more about it than I do. Then at Stelle, the beachside restaurant, the waiter led me and the MR over to a boat featuring their freshly caught fish, and we were able to choose. This would be a great opportunity for a family-style meal with a larger group. That’s where we ordered the local delicacy conch—it may be an acquired taste.

While eating our dinner at Zest, we were impressed by the feel of the resort. It was beautiful, refined, and felt very luxurious.

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Most of the restaurants are open air which works out well 90-percent of the time. Our second night, we followed the music to the restaurant at the resort next door, and watched as the large group at the beach-front table grabbed their plates of food and ran to cover.

I watched the sunrise tint the sky on our last morning there and sighed with contentment.

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This is a beautiful place. This is the MR’s favorite beach ever, and we’ve been to quite a few beaches from Nice and Greece, to Roatan and Maui. When we can leave a place as relaxed and refreshed as we were, I do believe we’ll go back.

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What’s your favorite beach destination? 

 

First Stop Miami

Earlier this month, we spent four days in Miami. We enjoy exploring a new city and seeing the sights. Neither of us have spent much time in the South—I don’t think Disney World really counts.

We didn’t know what to expect but were hoping for sunshine and a little heat in the midst of winter. We stayed at The Palms in an area known as “middle beach”. We had a lovely view, and the hotel backed up to the beach board walk. The MR made good use of it jogging in the mornings, and it gave us easy access to “south beach”.

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Our first day, we stumbled upon the Art Deco District setting up for a fair. They have a visitor’s center and tours and all sorts of excitement for the architecture/Art Deco enthusiast. We chose to simply wander about taking in the sights.

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We made sure to visit the everglades. Our tour picked us up at the hotel, and we were off. We’d wondered which direction they’d take us and were surprised to go just outside town to arrive at our destination. Miami appears to be next to (or perhaps in the middle of) a huge swamp.

One of our guides warned us not to try to take a photo next to any of the statues at the park, because they don’t have any statues…

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Apparently, that’s been a bit of a problem. A knee-high fence seperated us from this beasty, but luckily alligators are afraid of humans. The guides explained that most attacks arise from people feeding gators, and thus no longer posing a threat in the animals’ minds. Crocodiles on the otherhand are much bigger and more aggressive.

After a short program, I had the opportunity to hold Snappy. This three-year-old alligator with his mouth bound was still at a manageable stage.

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Then we were off to the fan boats by far my favorite part of the tour.

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The guides give you earplugs as you step on the boat, so you know it’s going to be noisy. But I loved the wind, the spray, the birds in flight, and skimming across the water.

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Alligators need to raise their bodies to a certain temperature in order to digest their food. That’s why you see them so often lying in the sun. The guides were able to point out animals right and left as we made our way through the park.

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One morning, we walked to the Holocaust Memorial. This is a very disturbing place. What I thought were tarps on a table, I saw on second glance where statues of corpses. While it’s hard to think about the horrible loss of life, it’s important to remember what hate and intolerance leads to.

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Our last day in Miami, we decided to check out Wynwood a neighborhood where arists have taken over the streets. Along with the established Wynwood Walls set aside for specific artists, the businesses around this area have embraced this form of expression covering their walls with paintings. I loved the energy and vibe of this neighborhood.

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We had a bit of a crazy experience with our Uber driver. She thought Wynwood was ugly, so she took us to the downtown park marina. We then walked back to our original destination. On our way, we wandered throught the Museum Park which is still under construction. Some day it would be fun to explore the modern art museum and the science museum. Maybe the next time we visit, we’ll get past the front doors.

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Living in a small town with a strong farming history, it’s fun to visit a city and get a chance to dress up and go out at night.

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Even with four-inch heels, it’s a bit of a stretch getting the two of us in a selfie.

We checked out Los Fuegos at the Faena Hotel of first full day in the city. It was conveniently located within walking distance of the Palms, and I’d enjoyed listening to an interview with the chef on The Splendid Table (a podcast for foodies). Chef Francis Mallmann’s food preparation focuses on fire, so I knew it would be right up the MR’s alley. We arrived a bit early and enjoyed a drink in the very cool, retro bar before heading to our table. The food was great, and we enjoyed a relaxed evening there.

The next night, we wandered down the street to a tiny Italian restaurant. When they greated us with “buonasera”, I knew we were in the right place. I love stumbling on little mom and pop restaurants—good food and good people.

Our last night found us at the Broken Shaker. This is a hip-trendy place. Looking around, the clientelle resembled my kids way more than me. That’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy the vine-covered bar area where we were seated. It reminded me of casual living room groupings rather than a regular bar. We didn’t have reservations, but the hostess told us on the phone that there was seating. She meant in the bar; we thought in the dining room. We shared some small bites and headed out. Next time, it pays to plan ahead when you’re headed to an up-and-coming place.

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All in all, we had a good time in Miami. I didn’t get my Cuban coffee, I wouldn’t mind a more organized tour of the Art Deco district or Wynwood, and I’d like to visit the design district. I think we’ll just have to go back.

Ever visited Miami? What are some of your favorite vacation spots?

Put in your ear plugs for this fan boat video.  ​