morning fire

Did anyone in Seattle catch yesterday's truly magnificent sunrise? I took this picture out our bedroom window, and while a bit blurry, it wasn't altered in any way. The sky was on fire! -k8-

rowan double feature

I know that I just blogged about the little guy, but it happened to be Rowan's 8th birthday last weekend. He had a party on Saturday with 8 of his school chums. We decked the double-doored garage out fiesta-style, leaving one door open to courtside.

In between showings of old cartoons like Fat Albert and Tom & Jerry, the kids played out on the court. Soccer, basketball, scooter & bike riding, and a lot of chalk art. Even Rita got in on the action.


Rowan received a nice collection of gifts from his friends, but none has been more highly prized than this Naruto headband. He has barely taken it off since.
-k8-

eye of the tiger

Another autumn and the Ballard Youth Soccer Club comes to a close with the mighty Wallabies enjoying a respectable, though at times humbling, season. Here they are immediately following their final game, with Rowan front & center, and Coach Trish in the background.

Ahhh, it takes me back to days of yore and my happy times with the Orange team of Fredonia, NY. Perhaps you've heard of us?

Dig the cutoffs and turquoise necklace...love those '70s!

-k8-

shower mixed with sunshine

Last weekend, we attended the baby shower of friends I married in Mexico last January. Yes, they wasted no time.

Fortune tellers Jaime & Larkin are reading Tamara's rune stones...can you guess what her near future holds?

And Gus was kind enough to model Baby H's new hat. Originally knit for Rowan by his big sister, it

was their special gift to the new parents. -k8-

k9 unit

I had a request for a puppy progress report, which I'll answer more fully by email, but here's a picture taken last weekend. Leo is about 4 months old now and maybe 10 pounds. Rita is a gentle and tolerant big sister. -k8-

use of force

Despite the heavy, damp fog sitting over Seattle this morning, the weather during the last 2 weeks has been spectacular. Yesterday I snapped this picture of narcissus bulbs sitting in our sun drenched dining room. They are just poised to bloom...



















-k8-

hello, my name is kate

I'm afraid I fell off the blog wagon again. Thank you to my sponsor, Emilie, who pulled me out of the gutter by suggesting I post pictures of the kids' Halloween costumes.

Taking it one day at a time...



Larkin was the goddess Athena, but was way too busy to stop for the camera. She did email me this self-portrait from her cell phone, however. You'll have to imagine a gold & brown goddessy looking costume, but aren't her hair & makeup fab?!





Rowan was a skeleton. I decided not to fix the red-eye in this picture since it adds nicely to the overall look. He had a great time trick-or-treating and came back with a major haul. The best part? He's very generous with his candy! -k8-

if only, just once

I had been telling everyone I could that they should see an exceptional Irish film, Once. The male lead from that movie is also the frontman for The Frames, who were performing in Seattle recently. Watch Glen pull an adoring fan up on stage to accompany him...I only wish it could have been me! -k8-

it's a boy!

Yes, we have been truly blessed with a sweet little bundle of joy...and hair!

We adopted Leo yesterday after multiple visits with him at his foster home, making sure everyone had good chemistry. He's a terrier mix shelter puppy, about 10wks old now, with the oddest combination hair. He should grow to be smaller than Rita, but probably not really small.

They called him Moose, but since he doesn't answer to it yet, we've changed his name to Leo. I think.

The family has been wavering on names. Here are some of the other top contenders...feel free to place your votes!

Leon

Louie

Diego

Seamus

KC (Kid Canine)

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moose

chicago spit-n-bean

After our triumphant return from Eastern Washington in mid-July, Tim took a weekend to go watch soccer in Vancouver, mirroring much of my recent trip there, including his accommodations and means of transportation. It was a nice hurrah for him before he plunged headfirst into 40...ouch!

We celebrated that milestone with a family trip to Chicago. Kathleen flew in from San Diego, so we were able to spend some quality time with her, Tim's brother & his sigO, and the dads.

And check out all the wacky art in Chicago! These are all located in the Millennium Park. As if a giant silver bean isn't enough, they have these spitting fountains with giant video closeups of people's faces. Most awesome!

Then there's the Gehry-designed Pavilion where we watched some hip hop and spoken word performances. Fellow Seattleites will see the family resemblance with EMP. I highly recommend a visit to this impressive park next time you're in the Windy City. -k8-

ketchup

Ok, let's take a few steps back in time and try to relive those glory days of July. They included, but were not limited to, camping on Lake Wenatchee, followed immediately by a further trip east to visit friends in Spokane.

This was probably the first camping trip I really didn't enjoy much, though I'm kind of embarrassed to say why. We're experienced campers, but this particular time and location it was so incredibly dusty and dirty and buggy and HOT, that it was really difficult to be comfortable. And these weren't normal bugs; these bugs were prehistoric. They ALL flew and many had long tentacles, and long pointy teeth, and made ominous clicking noises as they flew, taunting us. Mainly Larkin; she's still traumatized.

Here's one bug who at least had her looks going for her.

You'd think that camping by a lake, even during an intense heat wave, would be ok since one can simply jump in the water regularly to refresh and escape the mosquitadactyls. In case anyone else was not aware of this, I can tell you most assuredly that when the State Park boasts a "glacier fed" lake, they actually do mean that it's melted ice. Very clean, very clear ice water.

The first day none of us could really even get in, not even Rowan, and he'll do just about anything in the quest for adventure. Eventually I developed a technique of entering very slowly, allowing for the pain to dissipate into numbness before submerging a little more. Once my whole body had gone numb, it was possible to stay in. Rowan is still a little blue, though. And we got home over a month ago.

One highlight though was renting a pedal boat and going out for a couple of hours with Tim and the kids. We went ashore little Emerald Island and found a giant eagle's nest and saw all manner of water fowl.

After returning to the boat, things started turning all Gilligan when the rudder intermittently stopped functioning, and the boat started taking on water. We worked so hard to get back to shore, and were so hot and spent, that Tim forgot about the water's temp. In order to pull us in, he leaped out of the boat when it was about chest deep. I thought I was going to have to perform CPR; it was like someone had stomped him hard in the gut. Not pretty.

It was with much relief that we broke camp and descended upon the de.lite.ful home of Mark and Maggie in (who knew?!) Beautiful Spokane, WA. They were gracious hosts, providing us all deluxe accommodations, even Rita Dogg. It was Hot there, too, but the shady patio and icy beverages helped negate the effects. Plus Mark did all the grill slaving.

Oh, and we got to spend the day at a pleasant body of water...in your face, Lake Wenatchee! Fish Lake was definitely not glacier fed, so I was able to get in and out pain-free. But it was still very clean, such that I not only felt but could actually see the little trout nibbling at my toes. There was much frolicking and sand play and relaxed revelry. Here's Tim, hard at work deflating rafts (pre-haircut!).

Having moved there from Seattle a year ago, Mark and Maggie managed to find a home in the loveliest neighborhood near amazing Manito Park. With 90 acres of varietal gardens, a conservatory, fields, and playgrounds, it's a regular destination for their family. I was most captivated by the Japanese gardens, which were so graceful.

My favorite part of the visit were the extensive evening walks we took that meandered through different parts of the park and neighborhoods, somehow always managing to swing by the corner ice cream joint, The Scoop. Mmm...coffee flavor the first time, then coconut.

I look forward to my next opportunity to see more of Spokane. And it wasn't just the ice cream or the sterling company. Really, I had no idea. For instance, did you know there's a giant waterfall smack dab in the middle of downtown? Yeah, well I didn't. Mark took us on a quick tour of their downtown library and I was able to take this shot from one of the many large windows.

The departure was bittersweet. Sad to say goodbye to our far away friends, but glad to know we were heading home to our own beds and the cool of Seattle. Temperature and otherwise. -k8-

so barry white, but more real

better than the mr. tea!

Somehow all this free time I have is eating up every spare minute, such that I have become Blog Challenged.

So as not to shock my system by posting too heavily after a month away, I'll start with something light. And what's lighter than cereal? Mmmmm...cereal.

I spied this in the SkyMall catalog that lives in the airplane seat pockets of every flight. It was such an exceptional product that I had to tear it out & scan it into this blog. Otherwise, you might not believe me that for only $79.99 (+ tax and shipping) you can have your very own Breakfix® Cereal Dispenser! That's right, no longer will you be bothered with that pesky opening and closing of the cereal box every morning. Now you can open it just the one time, pour it into the BCD, and away you go! -k8-

suite 16

What, another posting so soon? There's some sort of blinge and plurge thing happening here...

Naw, I just couldn't wait to write about the fabulous time I had in Portland for Larkin's Sweet Sixteen Extravaganza o' Fun. Two of her friends joined us for a stay downtown at the always impressive Multnomah Hotel. We had a suite and a sweet time!

Highlights:

--walking every inch of the Saturday Market

--palm readings

--shooting pool

--primo sushi
--swimming

--4am reminder that it might be time for sleep

--shopping the Hawthorne District

--crepes with the nice French lady

--hats!

Adrienne and Serena were excellent company. I'd road trip with those gals anytime!

We all slept the whole way home. I had to drive, so I slept fitfully.

Larkin on her actual birthday, unable to decide on just the Right Wish. -k8-

relativity

How kind of you to return, with the scant hope that perhaps I've posted even a scrap of a morsel of some news, happy for the most fleeting of pictures...even one of Fish would do. (Larkin has a red angel fish. I think its name is Fish, but I'm not entirely sure.) I have no pictures of Fish.

Speaking of Larkin, she and her cousins are in the other room alternating between gasping and screaming and laughing and maybe crying, as they watch a horror film called The Messengers. I know it involves farm tools, which can be extremely terrifying. Last I checked, they were all clinging to each other under 3 blankets. I declined to watch it as T is away in Vancouver (Doing what I did--see previous post--but with more soccer and jazz. And beer.) and I can become a big baby after watching a horror movie. The kids have each other, and I don't think they want me squeezing into bed with them tonight, afraid to sleep alone.

But back to the subject of me not blogging since before going on a leave of absence over 2 weeks ago. I have nothing to offer as an excuse. Wait, let me think for a minute if that's true. Hmmm. Yup, I really couldn't tell you why I dropped the blall right when it would seem I finally have time for more creative endeavors. Maybe it was my semi-shell shocked state for the first week or so of freedom. It was more than a little unsettling how quickly and easily I could disappear from a world I'd so heavily invested in. It's a reality check, an ego check. Everyone is replaceable. I've got to find my own place. But enough about that.

Had a great time today at the zoo with Max, Maya and Rowan. Played in the park after and the kids climbed trees.





We met up with Emilie and Malcolm and their little guy, Owen. He's super cute and I got to hold him a bunch. That's just good for the soul, holding a baby. It's like you absorb a little of their life essence or something. (Dark Crystal anyone? Gelflings?)





Uncle Em rode by on Big Bird for a little visit. Played some frisbee with the kids, chatted up Owen's visiting grandma. -k8-

sabbatical survey

What should I do during my 3 months off?
All suggestions will be considered.
Please comment below.

Meanwhile, here's some shots from the recent past...

Rowan mid-flight at the Green Lake playground. I know it's blurry, but man, what an action shot!

Here's Pat showing me around Chihuly's boathouse studio, where she occasionally gets asked back to work for special events, though she left Dale's employ a few years ago. The table is over 80 feet long, cut from an old growth doug fir he found in Alaska.

I love this shot of my city kids waiting for the Metro.

-k8-

groundhog day

Charlie packed up the Silver Weenie before hitting the road with Toby on Thursday morning. It was a wonderful visit and I was especially glad to have him here to talk with during a time of great transition for me, whatever that ends up meaning.*

Anyhoo, I got this terrific email from him this morning and had to share. He's on his way east to DC to be with his mom for her 92nd birthday.

"Lovely overnight stay in the natl. forest east of Butte, MT. Got up, had coffee, Tobes and I get in the truck, start the engine. Crash, bang! Terrible noises from the engine. Turned it off. Chirp, chirp, continues the engine. Pop the hood. There's a ground hog ensconced under the fan, and 6 blades on the fan broken off. Chirp, chirp goes the fellow. And I can't get at him to remove him. He doesn't appear harmed. So I start the engine and limp back into Butte and the local Chevy place. All work stops while everyone is enthralled with my plight. Finally they call the spca officer who comes out and tho they get the little bugger out of my truck, he's loose in the service department with ten men running around trying to capture him. Finally trap him and he's off back to the forest. Meanwhile, I sit here waiting for a new fan to be installed. Right. Guess who is going to open the hood henceforth before starting the engine! And guess who is very unlikely to ever crawl into another engine compartment! Love you, Da"

You can't make this stuff up. Well, you can, but I know I didn't and I'm pretty sure he didn't either.

Another funny thing from this morning. I was lying in bed and Tim was in the kitchen making tea. I heard this snippet of conversation...

Rowan: Hey dad, can you get me, uh...

Tim: An apple?

Rowan: Yeah, that's right...you took the words right out of my mouth, T.M.!

*Two days ago I requested and was immediately approved for a 3 month leave of absence from work. I'm still in a mild sort of shock that I actually asked and that they actually said yes. It begins next Thursday. Huh-what?

sore butt, happy heart

I took a therapeutic break from reality last weekend by going to Vancouver, BC. Da was heading north to visit old friends in Victoria, so he dropped me off at the good old Buchan Hotel.

Ahhh, the Buchan. It's old stylie, shabby chic...with an emphasis on the shabby. But it's inexpensive, clean, charming in its own way, and best of all has the PERFECT location. It's only a block from one of the greatest places on Earth, Stanley Park, and not much further to English Bay. Down the street is a stretch of eateries that could feed any member of the United Nations with authentic home cooking.

I brought my bike and a good back pack. Since my subconscious caused me to leave my cell phone in the car as Da drove off, I was without a phone or a clock for those two and a half days. Not even in my modest room was there a clock. Serendipity.

I awoke when it seemed right and I didn't rush the morning. I found the perfect spot for tea, done right, as they so faithfully do in Canada.

I biked constantly, stopping whenever something caught my fancy. The small fleece throw I had in my pack served me well for spontaneous lounging on my travels, and I also had a good mix on my ipod. I ate much sushi. And I read a lot. The Blackbelt Librarian. The Art of Possibility (which has my head spinning with yes, you guessed it, possibilities). England, England by Julian Barnes. Still slogging through that; not my fave of his, for sure. I also read a People magazine. Cover to cover. And I'm not ashamed to admit it.

I rode all over Gastown, even the scary parts, and I scoured the Denman--Davie area. Dig this picture of Critical Mass riding straight down Denman. They stretched for miles! I would have joined them if I hadn't recently dismounted and locked up near the library down the street. It was time for sustenance.

And may I just add, thank god for the Joe Fortes Public Library. It was via their kind guest passes and free internet that I was able to make arrangements with Da for my pick up. While I didn't have his number to call (it was in my phone), I knew he always had his pocket PC on him. The one with the wireless internet access wherever he goes. Total tech geek.

Most of all I explored Stanley Park. The big storms last winter did major damage, and a section of the seawall on the northern point is closed. The silver lining was that I took this great detour though the deepest part of the Park's forest. The trails were far more interesting and some were quite adventurous. There's still full on old growth in there, and a whole heapin helpin of earth's beauty! And critters to spare! Here's some visual proof.

This monster cedar had fallen across the trail and someone marked its age, based on the rings. You can see my bike next to it, which should give you some indication of the size of the tree.

Hard to see (click on photos to enlarge) are the blue heron left of center, and the turtles and mallard on a log below center in this picture of Beaver Lake.

I lost count of how many great blue herons I saw, but here's one on the hunt, while a duck is mid-flight, and in the distance another log of critters.

These curious young raccoons were searching under every rock in the shallows of Lost Lagoon.

Stanley Park has beautiful totem poles.

The statue Girl in a Wet Suit sits watching the tide go in and out.

This getaway refilled my well. I came back ready to allow for possibility again. -k8-