A Weekly Offering of This n That
Rainy Day is my alter ego. She is the little angel that sits on one shoulder and whispers in my ear to forgo that 6" piece of triple chocolate fudge with the four scoops of ice cream on it; she is also the little devil who sits on my other shoulder and convinces me that I can eat just one bite of each and be satisfied, and then laughs with such great abandon when in fact, I eat the whole thing, she falls off my shoulder. Mostly, Rainy Day helps me see the humor in living and, mostly, she encourages me down the right path. Not necessarily the straight and narrow one (how fun is that?) but the path that offers the most adventure and fun.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Monday, July 7, 2014
Monday, June 30, 2014
|The plain at the bottom of the Blue Mountains. Marie, of course, would|
not have seen the barbed wire fence nor the yellow blossoms.
|Sage when it's blooming, not at mid-winter. Horses could eat the sage,|
people could not.
|Marie probably saw lots of birds and wildlife. This was taken on the|
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
|Standing by the marquee announcing my talk in the theater.|
|Were you there? Was this your book I signed?|
| Thanks for coming! And supporting both an author AND the |
Oregon Trail Shop
Monday, June 16, 2014
|Looking down the Snake toward the mouth of Hell's Canyon|
|Sign at the park|
|Road side Historical Marker. By the way, there was no mention of her using a travois in any of the journals I read.|