It’s getting so close to Christmas. We have snow here (in Timber Valley). It snows, then rains, then freezes and then continues to snow some more. Don’t get me wrong. I love snow but mainly when it stays constant and can be played in, plowed, sledded on and generally not squishy. Like the Eskimo people we in this valley have lots of names for snow. Corn snow, tiny snow, fat snow, wet snow, icy snow, Cody snow (right for sledding), snowball snow, heavy snow, twinkling snow and really slushy awful snow are just a few of many. Right now it’s fall down snow and it’s hard to stay vertical. Cody is trying to talk me into a long walk (literally he talks and tries to form the word “walk” with his doggy mouth) as those of you who know him can visualize. But it’s too slick and wet for me to put on my five pound each Sorel boots, leash him up and go. I feel like writing, drinking coffee and reading my new Vanity Fair. When I sit inside too long with a touch of cabin fever I can sometimes start feeling sorry for myself. I can get into a real funk. I’ve even thought about getting those weird light glasses that the Swedish wear to shine sunny beams into my eyes to fight my Nordic Depression.
While deep in a bout of this consuming angst, Ron and I attended a special event Saturday night that made me very happy. I came home with a renewed outlook on my life. I spent the evening with a group of people who have helped make my life important and exciting and totally worthwhile. I finally realized how lucky I am. I’m one of those fortunate people who have friends that have been there for me for as long as I can remember. Saturday I spent the evening with my neighborhood friends from sixth grade through high school. Wow! We all lit up when we saw each other. The party was given by an exceptional and talented person, the famous DJ from the 70’s and 80’s, Dave Christensen. The evening’s discussions included Gateway Bowling Championships, Rocky Butte, the Parkrose Bronchos, Wygant School, Red’s Riding Academy,The “Old” Junior High, The Heights Junior High, Jolayne Dunn, the KISN Carol Tree, and just tons of random stories from hanging around the neighborhood in summer and icing the street for hockey in the winter. We were all so happy to see each other and really catch up. All of us have found love and happiness in our own ways. We’re OK.
I came home feeling good about everything in general and so lucky to have kept so many of my friends for so long. I want all of them to know how important they are to me. I’m lucky enough to have kept friends from every passing stage of my life. Thinking about them makes it impossible to be sad. Merry Christmas to all of you. You know who you are.
The November class at The Dalles Art Center was (as we said in the 60’s) a blast! We worked hard on figure drawing and painting but still found the time to have a wild runway show with each student being their own fashion model. A picture is worth a thousand words.
The next class will be the third weekend in January and I’ll post it on the blog.
Also, start getting your sign up sheets back to me for MEXICO!If you need questions answered or just want more info just give me a call at 509-365-5119. As soon as I have the final list of students I’ll send out a supply list, help you find airplane reservations and soothe all of those worries you might have. If you know anyone else who would like to have this exquisite tropical experience please pass on the information. After teaching this class for so many years Ican hardly wait.