This past week has drifted by with the ocean currents.
We were invited to join a friend in celebrating his 50th birthday at a house by the ocean.
About 24 years ago, in Portland, Steve and his wife, Martha moved in across the street from us. An easy going friendship was established as solid as a lighthouse.
A piercing cold wind blew most of the time. Only heavy rains and cold will keep me out of the ocean. There’s nothing quite like splashing through freezing water so cold the legs become numb then running barefoot along warm, firm sand.
Ann, Martha and I got in our beach walk early before the thick fog rolled in blowing tatters around the houses.
Steve, Martha and their good friend, Ann are planning a trek in the Himalayans this fall. Ann may be pushing the years but she’s full of spunk and energy.
The only hitch came while watching _Casablanca_ Sunday evening. Interrupted by the doorbell shortly after darkness fell (around 9:30), Martha went down to the first floor to answer it. A fuming neighbor ranted at her for leaving the porch light on. No outside lights were to be left on after dark. All the neighbors were very angry. They’d been ticked off since the young (well behaved) nephews had ridden their bikes on the street the day before. Not allowed on that street full of new big homes. Apparently the owner, who’d built the house last fall, is ignoring the fact that this area is supposed to be residential only – totally unknown to Martha who had innocently rented the huge house for her husband’s quiet, low-key party.
Before we left, Martha and I joined her brother-in-law for a kayak expedition. Driving south and inland a bit, we left the fog behind and found the eastern end of Newport Bay was sheltered from the cold wind. Perfect morning for a wonderful paddle in the kayaks.
“Here’s looking at you, kid.”
The spinning wheel was left at home but my spindle saw a lot of action.