10 Spectacular Things

Coach Jennie put out a challenge to join her in writing about 10 Spectacular Things Happening Right Now.

Perfect timing she has, making me look on the sunny side when I'd like to settle in with the SAD for the next few months. So here we go:

1  .  I am done with cable/satellite TV. We are never ever ever getting back together. My Roku just arrived. Thank you Groupon! For the one-time cost of $60.00 and my daughter’s generosity in letting me share her Netflix account, I will never again pay the ridiculous price to flip on a TV and see that my choices are The Best Vacuum Ever! or Pro Golf. Or even worse, the news.

2.     One of my humor stories will appear in Not Your Mother’s Book on Working for a Living, out next month. I’ve been published before, but this will be the first time that I’ll have that thrill of opening a box found on the porch, to find it filled with copies of a book that my story is in.

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My website for my solo biz badassery will (finally) launch soon. It won't have little dots where numbers should be, and it will have spectacular stuff for both current clients and new subscribers.

4.     When I returned from Oregon my friend Emi had a gift for me – A book titled A Year by the Sea, by Joan Anderson. It’s essentially about going away by yourself in order to find yourself. I have an aversion to marking in books and folding pages, but this one will be a mess when I’m done. Also, it’s spectacular to have friends who know what you need when you need it.

5.     Speaking of knowing what you need, I signed up for NaNoWriMo, and I’ve changed my mind. Because I can. I’m over 20,000 words in on my first novel, but I do not have to finish the draft in November. I’m working on numerous, shorter writing projects that make me just as happy if not more so than knowing I'll have a shitty first draft of a first novel completed. It will get done, but not at the expense of my other plans or my sanity. 

  

6.     The view from my kitchen window. It always looks like an R. Atkinson Fox painting.

7.     I’m with Autumn on hating autumn, but I’m surviving it so far, by avoiding all things pumpkin spice and all people who scream about how much they love fall. Honestly, I tried. I fired up the fireplace. I went to the pumpkin patch. Bought some gourds and mums. Then it warmed up again and the gourds turned to squash and I had to turn the gas logs off and open windows and I was very happy. I don't understand this love of watching everything die and waiting for the damned spectacular snowstorms to arrive.

8.     Did I mention Oregon? I spent the month of September there. That is not a spectacular thing that’s happening right now, but it was spectacular. I’m planning the next visit now, and that counts, right? I'll also be heading to Seattle after Christmas, to visit my sister and her family and meet their new rescue dogs, Henry and Cleo. I hear that they're so big that one of their crates could serve as my guest room and I'd never know the difference. Stay tuned to see where I sleep and if I'm allowed to pee when I need to or have to wait until someone lets me out. 

9.     Bachelor Juan Pablo and Nikki broke up. Just checking to see if you’re still reading.

1.   Kansas City Royals. 

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S    So tell me, what's spectacular in your neck of the woods? Take the challenge and write a blog post about your 10 things, or just leave a comment. Go Royals!

Goodbye, Cannon Beach

I said goodbye to Cannon Beach on Monday. After a month of sunshine, I woke to a chilling rain, which seemed appropriate.

My friends went to town for breakfast while I finished up laundry and looked at the forest a thousand more times. Megan, my neighbor in the cottage, came by to bring me tomatoes. Tears fell when I hugged her goodbye.

We drove the Scenic Highway to Portland and then Mike and Kelly dropped me off at Powell’s Books to wallow in happiness while they hiked around Multnomah Falls. I assured them that it didn’t matter how long they hiked, that I’d be just fine at the book store.

After taking it all in for an hour or two I was contemplating paying $36.00 for a poster when I turned and nearly bumped into someone. Not any someone, but Toffer.

I’d met Toffer at Sweet Basil's Cafe in Cannon Beach, where he was our server. I was out to dinner that night with new friends Roslynn and Tonia, who had come from California to meet up at the beach.

The dinner and company were excellent and so was Toffer’s service. Sweet Basil’s is not a place where you rush through a meal to get to your next activity. It’s an experience to be savored, slowly, over good conversation. After our desserts, Toffer sat and talked with us for a bit and traded contact information, assuring us that he is not one who asks and then never makes contact.

I saw Toffer once more, when I took more friends to the restaurant for chocolate pecan pie. The only seats available were at the bar, so he couldn’t take care of us, and he was too busy to chat.

So back to Monday night: I bumped into Toffer at Powell’s. He took my arm and said, “Come. We’re going for wine.”

He chose some magazines for his flight the next day and got in line while I stepped outside to text Kelly and tell her I was being kidnapped but wouldn't go far. They would find me after the hike.

Toffer appeared and took my arm again, saying we’d just make one stop along our way. We popped in to a shop, where he went to the counter and chatted with an employee while I browsed. When he was done he found me and led the way to dressing rooms, where he handed me a lacy blouse and a necklace.

“Put them on,” he said, "I bought them for you."

And so I did. But uh-oh, this meant fancy. I was still wearing the jeans and flip flops I'd put on that morning, and my hair had gotten wet and frizzy. Any makeup and other helpers were in the trunk of Mike and Kelly's car somewhere near a waterfall.

We retrieved a shopping bag for the old sweatshirt I’d had on and Toffer asked about shoes – could I walk cross town in heels? I had to stick with the pink flip flops, but from my waist to my neck I didn’t look too bad.

Toffer jaywalked me the rest of the way to The Nine’s Hotel, where we took the elevator to the 18^th floor restaurant, Departure. The outdoor patios were closed, but just inside the glass walls were deep blue sofas waiting for us. Nobody else was there, presumably because there was no service in the lounge. You had to walk a few steps to the bar to order.

At the bar Toffer handed me a menu, and said to choose food, as he’d already selected wine. I decided on the chicken and shrimp spring rolls and went to claim the sofa with the best view. The city, the mountains, the river...it was stunning.

Toffer returned with a bottle of pinot noir from Lange Vineyards that was perfect. We talked about New Orleans and Kansas City and dogs and travel and chance encounters with new friends. 

Just as I finished my spring rolls, Kelly called to say they were in front, waiting for me. 

I gave Toffer a hug and a kiss, and we promised to meet again. And I believe we will. 

Because life. It's like that.