It’s hard not to start out with a shot of Mt. Hood. So, here’s a shot of Mt. Hood from beneath the apple, peach, pear, and plum trees at Mt. View Orchards in Parkdale, OR.
Right after I moved west, I started hearing people saying that “Mercury is in retrograde.” I had never heard this before and when I asked what it meant, I learned that it has to do with the positioning of the planets—especially Mercury—and that when planets are in that alignment, gadgets have a tendency to break. Well, can somebody tell me what the excuse is now that Mercury isn’t in retrograde? Because dang it if stuff isn’t still breaking down. For example, my cell phone that died like a rock on Monday afternoon. Or my body that keeps trying to break down. Just this week, I’ve had fevers, chills, headaches, a pretty severe asthma attack, and managed to slice open the roof of my mouth. (Dear LORD, please don’t let anything else fall apart—including me!)
Before I move on to the fun part of the update, I would like to take a couple of serious moments…
First, I’m sad to share that my little traveling buddy—my friend Cari’s little dog, Sarah—passed away unexpectedly last weekend. Right after I moved—when I was still missing my Sadie so bad I was crying for her—I went up to visit Cari and totally fell in love with her little dog.
Sarah instinctively seemed to know that I needed doggie lovin’s. She spent most of that weekend in my arms or on my lap. And when I went to bed that night, she hopped into bed with me, burrowed under the covers, and cuddled into the curve behind my knees.
And you may recall that I recently wrote about taking her offroading with us. I’m very sad that she’s gone and I couldn’t imagine not mentioning it. I’m just grateful that she didn’t suffer. Cari, I’m so sorry for your loss!
Secondly, I know I have a number of prayin’ folk that drop by here. I’d like to ask y’all to pray for the sick folks in my family and extended family… For the family I live with, who currently has sick family members… For my uncle who has serious, untreatable cancer… For his wife who works far beyond her strength, trying to make ends meet… For other friends and family members going through things that I won’t mention here… Please pray. My prayer is that even in these hardest of times, they would know peace—that they aren’t alone and that they are loved.
Lest you think that life has been boring, I would love to share an update on the exciting stuff going on…
I get more questions from my family and non-PNW friends about the progress at the new restaurant—Twilight Pizza Bistro at 192nd—than anything else I write about. And I understand, because it’s such an exciting thing! This past week, we got the lights cut on in the building and ever since then, it has been non-stop work. Shelves are being installed, equipment connected to gas lines, glassware chosen for the bar, training of the new staff—and that’s just the tip of the iceberg! We are hoping to open around the third week of this month.
My job is fantastic. I have just finished my eighth week and have so far successfully survived a Board of Trustees meeting, a program’s graduation ceremony, a crucial 156-page report that had to be edited and submitted, the complete redecoration of our office, and the inventory of our catering kitchen, plus an overhaul of the kitchen procedures. When I say I’m busy, I don’t mean maybe! But the days go quickly and my co-workers are kind. I could not be more grateful for this gift God has given me.
Two weeks ago now, I got up on a Saturday morning and headed up the mountain to hang out with Cari. Once there, I hopped into her backseat with her kids and we headed off to Hood River to go fruit picking. Cari does this pretty much every year. She heads up to Hood River, picks a mess of apples, and makes a bunch of homemade apple butter. Well, this year, she decided she wanted to make peach butter, too. We tumbled out of the truck, found a cart, and commenced picking. Cari’s oldest was our designated cart-puller.
I rewarded her with a short break and pulled her for a while. Cari’s youngest was my extension-picker. Whenever the peaches were too high for me to reach, I’d pick her up as high as I could and she would pick the peaches. I don’t think anybody would be surprised to know that the three of us slept all the way home from Hood River, huddled and snuggling under my oversized hoodie. And when we got home and unloaded, we found that we had picked a heck of a lot of fruit.
The leaves are turning and the weather’s becoming brisk here. I’m told that the rain should begin by Halloween. How are things where you are?