How in the world do white horses enter into this blog? Well, white horses are rare, like shooting stars. The next time you see one, make a wish. Wishing, dreaming, pursuing is the first step toward achieving your heart's desire.
What will you find on these pages? Talk about life. I'm “The Scout,” as in the covered wagon days, when a rider went out to search the terrain for danger, or for the best water, or the safest camping place.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
And Then Came Monday
Yesterday I drove up I-5 while all around me green popped. Green filled the
fields beside the freeway. It saturated the fields and splashed up into the
hills beyond. It dripped from every possible surface.
Springtime has come to Oregon.
And there were sheep in the fields all facing the same direction. Does that mean they were facing into the wind or the other way around? Were they aligned to the magnetic field? What is it? Oh, there is always an oddball facing the other way. I'm sure we can
In my drive contemplation, I wondered how much Woolite it would take to
restore the sheep’s rain-grayed coats to newborn white. Have you ever
seen 4H Club kids wash their lambs? Yes, they use Woolite soap, and
then they clip, and brush until their sheep resemble a Serta Mattress
Yesterday I whined, “I have been blogging for more than five years, and today I have nothing to say.” Could be that the 2 a.m. study of the
Corel Paint Program sucked everything else out of my brain.
Then came Monday.
I drove with my husband to his work so I could keep the car, and on the way back home, I
saw the most glorious rainbow. Later driving up I-5, another rainbow, straight
ahead, I was driving straight into it. I put a CD in the player and listened
to one of my favorite speakers who said, “Before you leave the parking lot
write down three things you want today. So, I wrote down three things.
1. I want a great time with my niece.
2. I want a good subject for a picture.
3. I want a topic for my blog.
Everything was magical after that. I exited the freeway too early, but ended
up beside where I wanted to be—Powells Bookstore in Portland Oregon. And, more magic, there
was a parking place directly across the street.
Upon entering Powells I was
overwhelmed—talk about green dripping, books dripped from every available
surface. I was salivating. When we were in California I read that even Powell’s Bookstore in Portland, known for its square block of books, had downsized. It looked as big as
ever to me, even more so. And people were swarming everywhere, more than the
sheep in the fields.
Going up the stairs, I almost ran into my niece. Whew, I found her.
Apparently Powells had closed their technical store down the street—that
could account for the downsizing. But this store was being re-modeled. The
future of books looks alive and well in Portland Oregon.
I had a great time with my niece. She bought me a birthday coffee—thus my picture.
And here is my blog topic.
I was on a roll that day, the next day at home I rolled into computer programs that work when they take a notion, cat litter boxes that needed changed on a regular basis, my grandson who is adorable and wonderful, but needed some attention, and taxes that screamed at me to DO THEM NOW.
It's easy to roll on vacation days. the challenge is to keep on rolling...