Rick and I had a lovely date in Portland last night. We arrived in plenty of time to have a leisurely dinner at Pastini Pastaria, (go ahead, click on the link and prepare to drool!), then walk the few blocks to the Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall, look around and find our seats. The city was romantically dark and drizzly, and our first visits to Pastini and "the Schnitz" were sensory delights. The program itself was completely different than "The Rhubarb Tour" we saw at the State Fair; this was Garrison Keillor alone, spinning tails of Lake Wobegon for two hours. It was often funny, sometimes familiar, sometimes poignant - and occasionally quite blue, which made both Rick and I less than comfortable. Not unlike city living itself would be, I think.It is definitely nice to have Portland and Salem near enough for such excursions, but even nicer to have our quiet piece of heaven, populated by God's creatures, to come home to. The creativity of man is but a dim reflection of our Creator's abilities, visible here in the feathers of a gentle hen who gives us pink eggs:
That's it for now from . . .
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OK - I was thinking "blue" as in sad, but upon reflection, I'm thinking it must have been "blue" as in racy. Sorry that made you uncomfortable, but hope that overall it was a good evening :-)
Amen about God's creativity! I also marvel at the intricacy in some of our chicken's feathers, and in all the other critters too. When we get hoar frost, the frost gets so thick on our pine needles and you can see the individual crystals. VERY beautiful! and very artistic of the Creator.
Jackie
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A friend and I went to see a play in Reno a couple weeks ago, it was great, first time I'd been to a stage play, but I was so glad to put the bustle behind us when we left. I have to agree with you, there's no place like 'quiet' home :)
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