Wednesday, July 28, 2021
Poetry, Dreams, Cats and Crows
When you have to leave a place, people you love, it can be so much easier if there's a plane to catch, a train to meet... it forces the departure, makes it a firm time that cannot be fiddled with. My "plan" was to leave the coast, Mom and Dad, early, because we had another long drive to make it to Portland, and to include a stop with Aunt Becky and Barry. Then I remembered it doesn't even get dark until after 9, and we didn't need to stop anywhere, not especially. So, basically, I started to fiddle with the time, with the "plan." We lingered over breakfast, folded some more laundry. I called my Aunt... no, I texted her. I didn't want her to go to any trouble, like cooking, or anything.
Here's something I haven't addressed in all of these posts about traveling from our home, north, to my Mom's, to my Aunt's, to one hotel after another: COVID. I don't believe we are out of the woods, yet. The variant is spreading, and even though we are immunized, I still have reservations, concerns. We kept to a conservative protocol, with masks and hand sanitizer, and not going into crowds. I was a bit anxious-reluctant about our stay with my folks, which is why we were extra cautious. And I had the same concerns for my Aunt, my cousin. It felt wiser to keep our visit brief. I think I have said it before, and I feel the same way... I would rather look back and think, Wow, we were overly-cautious, and that wasn't so necessary, than have any regrets about not taking care, especially when it is about exposing others to risks.
I love that in Northern California, in Oregon, pulling over for a rest can mean a chance to see beautiful natural sights, or novel things, like cranberry bogs, lighthouses, farmstands, rivers, meadows, giant lumberjacks! We had never seen the Umpqua Lighthouse, or any of the State Park. I love Oregon State Parks, and campgrounds. We weren't disappointed with this small break in the drive, getting out to walk around and take in a moment of the scenery. Truthfully though, I kind of feel like every stop and new spot only adds to the growing lists of places I want to return to, spend more time at, which is both lovely, and frustrating. The campgrounds, from this point and back to the highway were packed with families, and a narrative came to my mind about kids on the water in innertubes, canoes, about roasting hot dogs, catching tadpoles, fishing from docks, and how these were things that these families did every summer, at this place, with their friends, and I could smell the tents and sleeping bags, imagine the chill of first morning, mist rising off of the river, looking for a missing shoe, walking with a dog. We were getting just a glimpse of a thousand families enjoying countless summer stories, making endless memories, and enjoying our own, too.
Remember horse rings? I love these, and we found even more on this visit than our last.
And Hello, Portland! We started in an Airbnb, and it was everything they said it would be, and we were immediately pleased, comfortable, and eager to make the most of our time in a favorite city. I've had the privilege and pleasure of coming here a few times, now, and I always choose a new neighborhood... out of curiousity, to explore more, and maybe even to test an observation: There are a lot of great neighborhoods in Portland. We've never been let down.
First we unloaded the van. Then we walked to a recommended spot for dinner, falling in love with house after house, garden after garden, on the way. We were famished by the time we got to the promising looking corner restaurant, and they were closed. I should have thought to call ahead, I suppose. We walked back to our place, and got a little more assiduous about our dinner quest. I checked on the hours for a place called Nicholas, and we were in luck. And once again, it felt like we were right back in Portland. By the way, if you go... the strawberry lemonade with mint leaves is wonderful, so is the bread, falafel, and shawarma. We noticed they were short-staffed, but everything was worth the wait, and they were always hospitable and gracious as could be. We walked back to our car happily satisfied, and fortified for more exploring. as novice ranchers, when murders of crows would alight in our pasture, sit on the roof of our ranch style home, have I enjoyed so much crow activity. They were like no others in their energy, in their pursuit... and what was their pursuit? They flew and called with such urgency of purpose. They were harbingers, and their tidings were glad, a bit mischievous. Their numbers seemingly countless, and vitality boundless. We could not have kept up, but we stepped lively to meet their summon.
In case anyone is wondering... Maria wears a witch hat. She also wears a beret, a Greek fisherman's hat, a fez, cloches, flower crowns. It's not because she is obsessed with Halloween, or collects newts in jars. She simply likes clothing, art, expression, and adhering to her belief that we should be free and comfortable to dress as we feel, to wear the hat or dress or shoes, or flower, or veil, or gloves, or pants that suit us, or the occasion, or mood, no matter who we are. In her mind it's both a simple matter, and nothing to fuss over, and also something she is aware is not so simple or comfortable for everyone. She would like to quietly, matter-of-factly, act in the interest of diversity and freedom of expression. Also, "Witch hats are fun."
We would like to thank some of Portland's finest, in this instance, her cats, for coming out to greet us. At this point we had already talked about how much we were missing Cairo, and Feynman, and Sakamoto, so it was a real treat to meet these two friendly kitties on this walk. Both kitties were super friendly, and in both instances we got a little bit concerned that they might follow us back to our place. The two kitties, each of them, were so sweet... I had to make another Reel. I wish I could post these Instagram Reels directly on the blog.
Such a long post! It was a long day. A good day. There is so much I want to remember, a way of holding on. There's more, like how beautiful it is from Florence to Corvallis, on country roads, going by farms, and orchards, following the river. And more about Aunt Becky, and my cousins, and family, and how much I treasure the good memories of childhood, and how much I miss seeing all of my family. I could go on and on about how I love traveling, and want to take pictures of everything, and only because what I really want is to drive a bus full of friends and family so we could see all of these places together, go on walks, eat pita bread, drink strawberry lemonades. All the walk long, when I wasn't gazing skyward at crows, or petting cats, I was looking for two or three, or five houses in a row, or around the same block, so we could all be neighbors... I would love that most of all.