Egad!!!
Dee - your toenails look freshly done....is it possible that your pedicurist did not notice that your toe was broken? It makes me quiver to think. And you went two weeks? Incredible!! Tough girl.
Diana's toe
Feel guilty, Kay?
Kay Broke My Toe!
I had hoped I would never have to tell this story, but now I must:
While Kay was babysitting Diana in Canyonville, Kay failed to pay attention, let her sweet little sister fall out of bed, and now that sweet little sister has a broken big toe!!!!! Confirmed by an actual x-ray!
It was truly weird. It was about 5 a.m. and I was going to get up to go to the bathroom. I was in the process of rolling over in order to swing my legs out of bed when "boom" I landed on the floor on my head (and apparently my toe). I hurt all over, but didn't really think I was permanently deformed until I noticed my toe was still fat and discolored nearly two weeks later.
I broke down and went to the doctor today. Not because I thought they could do anything, but because I walk to work a lot and didn't want to aggravate the injury if indeed it could be aggravated. I had walked to work yesterday, and although my toe hurt, it didn't hurt that bad.
Well, it is broken all right, and now I have to wear a stupid shoe thingy for a few weeks. (honestly, it is so comfortable I wish I had asked for its mate!). Unfortunately, I'm going to have to change my exercise routine to biking. With my run of luck, I will probably catch my other toe in the spokes!
While Kay was babysitting Diana in Canyonville, Kay failed to pay attention, let her sweet little sister fall out of bed, and now that sweet little sister has a broken big toe!!!!! Confirmed by an actual x-ray!
It was truly weird. It was about 5 a.m. and I was going to get up to go to the bathroom. I was in the process of rolling over in order to swing my legs out of bed when "boom" I landed on the floor on my head (and apparently my toe). I hurt all over, but didn't really think I was permanently deformed until I noticed my toe was still fat and discolored nearly two weeks later.
I broke down and went to the doctor today. Not because I thought they could do anything, but because I walk to work a lot and didn't want to aggravate the injury if indeed it could be aggravated. I had walked to work yesterday, and although my toe hurt, it didn't hurt that bad.
Well, it is broken all right, and now I have to wear a stupid shoe thingy for a few weeks. (honestly, it is so comfortable I wish I had asked for its mate!). Unfortunately, I'm going to have to change my exercise routine to biking. With my run of luck, I will probably catch my other toe in the spokes!
Wonderful Memories
What a WONDERFUL series of photos!!! It must have been an absolutely delightful trip, reunion, and journey down old memories lane. The most familiar thing of all is the Ranger Station sign. It would have been so fun to see the ghost of Smokey bear beside you. That part of the country sure is lovely.
Tiller
We had a wonderful time. We crammed an amazing amount of things into a very small amount of time. They now have wild turkeys in the Tiller area (imported) and wild deer roaming the Ranger Station. Diana's picture does not do justice as to how close that deer actually was and how unafraid it was.
The area really is amazingly beautiful. However, unless you are into only fishing, hiking, gardening or doing crafts you probably would not want to retire to the area. Medical facilities are not close -- or anything else. On the other hand, my friends that live in the Days Creek/Tiller area seem to be very happy and have very long marriages. The long marriages might be due to the fact the pickings are probably pretty slim in the area.
There seems to be some money in the area with the cars, houses and large cleared fields we passed.
The area really is amazingly beautiful. However, unless you are into only fishing, hiking, gardening or doing crafts you probably would not want to retire to the area. Medical facilities are not close -- or anything else. On the other hand, my friends that live in the Days Creek/Tiller area seem to be very happy and have very long marriages. The long marriages might be due to the fact the pickings are probably pretty slim in the area.
There seems to be some money in the area with the cars, houses and large cleared fields we passed.
Kay and Diana in Days Creek and at South Umpqua Falls
The reunion was a food fest of massive proportions! Country folk sure can cook! Kay and I brought chips and commercial dip. Being out-of-towners, we figured we could get by with the largely symbolic contribution.
Surprisingly, an old 8th grade classmate found me. She and I were cheerleaders together. She dragged some guy up to meet me as well, but although I recognized his name, he didn't know me and I didn't know him. Our class was about 8-10 strong. You'd have thought I would have made a bigger impression!
Someone pointed out Charlie, one of the Porter children. I spoke to him briefly. He said Rosemary and Christie live around the Portland area. He said he'd say hi. He is slender and fit. I think I heard someone say he flew cargo planes to Afghanistan. Later, when Kay and I stopped by the Tiller store, the new owner said Mrs. Porter is still alive and going strong.
We stopped by to see Aunt Martha on our way down and told her what we were up to (her hearing aid really helps with communications ... we did not have to write this time). Anyway, we got a couple of postcards in Canyonville, wrote her short notes, and mailed them from the Tiller post office. What fun!
Tom Michaels hosted Kay's class at his ranch after we ate ourselves sick at the reunion. He and some of the others were talking timber prices etc. The consensus seemed to be that logging and mill work is picking up.
We left the Michael's ranch and drove to South Umpqua Falls. It is the site of a Native American Pow Wow, and there were large crowds at the falls. I think the actual festivities start next weekend. It was delightful seeing how many kids were having the kind of fun we had swimming there. It is still beautiful.
Surprisingly, an old 8th grade classmate found me. She and I were cheerleaders together. She dragged some guy up to meet me as well, but although I recognized his name, he didn't know me and I didn't know him. Our class was about 8-10 strong. You'd have thought I would have made a bigger impression!
Someone pointed out Charlie, one of the Porter children. I spoke to him briefly. He said Rosemary and Christie live around the Portland area. He said he'd say hi. He is slender and fit. I think I heard someone say he flew cargo planes to Afghanistan. Later, when Kay and I stopped by the Tiller store, the new owner said Mrs. Porter is still alive and going strong.
We stopped by to see Aunt Martha on our way down and told her what we were up to (her hearing aid really helps with communications ... we did not have to write this time). Anyway, we got a couple of postcards in Canyonville, wrote her short notes, and mailed them from the Tiller post office. What fun!
Tom Michaels hosted Kay's class at his ranch after we ate ourselves sick at the reunion. He and some of the others were talking timber prices etc. The consensus seemed to be that logging and mill work is picking up.
We left the Michael's ranch and drove to South Umpqua Falls. It is the site of a Native American Pow Wow, and there were large crowds at the falls. I think the actual festivities start next weekend. It was delightful seeing how many kids were having the kind of fun we had swimming there. It is still beautiful.
Days Creek High School from across the road.
The sign at the High School announcing the reunion. The reunion covers all years. There was a large turn out. I'm guessing there were 200 folks, give or take.
Kay, carefully descending a trail to the river.
Bare feet in the water, just like the olden days. It was not cold at all.
Kay, overlooking South Umpqua Falls.
Me, at the same overlook point.
The falls.
Closer to the falls.
Upstream from the falls. The deep pool is on the far right, the gradual slope down is to the left.
Kay and Diana in Tiller
After touring Canyonville, Kay and I headed up to Tiller and the Ranger Station. Things have changed, but not so much that we couldn't remember how fabulous it was to spend much of our childhood there.
A Forest Service botanist lives in our old house. We had zero chance of slipping by the house unnoticed because he was in the front yard. We spoke to him quite awhile. There is only a skeleton crew there these days, and they are encouraged to hire the temps from an outside work force rather than from the locals. Interesting. Our friend didn't seem fond of the policy, since the Forest Service remains one of the biggest employers around. The botanist knew nothing of our swimming hole, and said he missed dancing and being able to get radio reception.
A Forest Service botanist lives in our old house. We had zero chance of slipping by the house unnoticed because he was in the front yard. We spoke to him quite awhile. There is only a skeleton crew there these days, and they are encouraged to hire the temps from an outside work force rather than from the locals. Interesting. Our friend didn't seem fond of the policy, since the Forest Service remains one of the biggest employers around. The botanist knew nothing of our swimming hole, and said he missed dancing and being able to get radio reception.
Tiller Grade School.
Many a recess was enjoyed on and around these premises.
Kay is remembering a stealthy swim she took with KC as they tried to sneak candy home.
The bridge from the Ranger Station side.
The South Umpqua from the bridge. No swimming hole in sight.
The sign and me.
They've changed the location, but our old sign lives on.
If you look closely, you will see a deer by our old house. It is near the garage.
No Smokey costume was available.
Kay and Diana in Canyonville
Kay and I arrived in Canyonville Friday afternoon. I shot a few photos of the town and where we used to live. Forest Glen Hospital, where Sid was born, is now a nursing home, however, we heard later that Dr. Aaronson, who delivered that rascally brother is still alive!
This blog entry is all about Canyonville. In my next one(s) I will cover Days Creek, Tiller and South Umpqua Falls.
This blog entry is all about Canyonville. In my next one(s) I will cover Days Creek, Tiller and South Umpqua Falls.
Looking north up the main drag in Canyonville.
Looking south up the main drag. As you can tell, it is rush hour.
Kay, standing in the parking lot of our hotel with her back to the main drag.
A peace sign to the left and a die free sign to the right. Canyonville tolerates diversity in a big way.
The lower corner of Hoot Hill. The climbing tree used to be near the far right side of the photo. Our trailer was up the road you see on the left side.
This is a completely inept photo of the hill from Hoot Hill (where we used to live) to the hospital/school etc. It is actually quite steep,
Hoot Hill, looking toward where the climbing tree used to be. There are two houses on those 13 acres now.
Headed to the Farm and Canyonville/Days Creek
I'm headed to the farm today and then on Friday, Kay and I will drive south to Canyonville to attend the Days Creek High School reunion. We will get as many photos of our childhood stomping grounds as the natives will allow!
We will stop to see Aunt Martha on our way down or on our way back.
Love,
Dee
We will stop to see Aunt Martha on our way down or on our way back.
Love,
Dee
Hooray!!
It worked Dee. Thanks so much. All back to normal.
Fix (maybe)
Try hitting tools and then compatibility view.
It worked for me, and I was having the same problem.
It worked for me, and I was having the same problem.
What's Happened to the Blog?
As always, it's fun to read the blog to catch up on family news--but lately it seems that the script doesn't fit neatly onto what ever size window I have opened. Consequently I have to scroll from side to side to read about Jessica's new car or Kay's crazy neighbors, snakes, and damaged little apple trees. What's going on?
Funny email from Kay
So, I went out to the farm today the dogs and we were walking down the path to the bridge when I looked down and saw this really, really large snake across the path. I picked up the dogs and looked really hard to see if I could see any rattles on his tail. The snake was stretched out did not move so I nudged him with my toe and boy did her turn around and hiss at me and curl up in a circle with his head resting on his body in striking position. I know he wasn't poisonous but I am sure his bite would have hurt and boy was he ready to strike. So, I figured it was his field and the dogs and and I ran in a wide circle around him and to the creek. Coming back I picked up a big stick but didn't see him. Judi said it was probably a gopher snake. Don't know, don't care -- anything that large that hisses can have the whole universe as far as I am concerned. He belongs to you guys so at least teach him better manners.
I had a neighbor in a fifth wheel that moved in across the street and was driving me crazy. I think I told you that she lies about everything and believe it or not, I called her out on most of it. She made the neighbor who lived right beside her life a living hell. Well yesterday they hooked up the fifth wheel and were gone. I guess they repeated called Ivan the park manager all the time whining about everybody and everything and the final straw was the other morning when they called him at 7:30 a.m. bitching. Then she called him not a good manager, etc. He gave them 30 days to get out. So yesterday they left and according to Ivan did not turn in their keys or pay the rent they owed. I hope he tracks them down and presses charges but he is probably so glad to have them out of the park he doesn't care. He apologized to me for having to put up with them and I thanked him for kicking them out. A win win. We agreed that she did have mental issues -- duh. I liked the husband.
Other than that, all is well in the park -- except that somebody sprayed my little apple tree in my backyard and killed part of it. I think they were probably after dandelion control and the wind carried the spray to my tree. Judi has a ton of cherries in her backyard and I came home with some jam and canned eating cherries. Steve gave her a box of apricots so I think she is going to do something with them. For some reason this year the birds are leaving the cherries alone. She thinks perhaps the construction across the tracks has scared them off. I had coffee and one of her cherry turnovers today. Yep it is really hard to lose weight around Judith.
I had a neighbor in a fifth wheel that moved in across the street and was driving me crazy. I think I told you that she lies about everything and believe it or not, I called her out on most of it. She made the neighbor who lived right beside her life a living hell. Well yesterday they hooked up the fifth wheel and were gone. I guess they repeated called Ivan the park manager all the time whining about everybody and everything and the final straw was the other morning when they called him at 7:30 a.m. bitching. Then she called him not a good manager, etc. He gave them 30 days to get out. So yesterday they left and according to Ivan did not turn in their keys or pay the rent they owed. I hope he tracks them down and presses charges but he is probably so glad to have them out of the park he doesn't care. He apologized to me for having to put up with them and I thanked him for kicking them out. A win win. We agreed that she did have mental issues -- duh. I liked the husband.
Other than that, all is well in the park -- except that somebody sprayed my little apple tree in my backyard and killed part of it. I think they were probably after dandelion control and the wind carried the spray to my tree. Judi has a ton of cherries in her backyard and I came home with some jam and canned eating cherries. Steve gave her a box of apricots so I think she is going to do something with them. For some reason this year the birds are leaving the cherries alone. She thinks perhaps the construction across the tracks has scared them off. I had coffee and one of her cherry turnovers today. Yep it is really hard to lose weight around Judith.
Murray's new gig!
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Comments (7) .E-mail article .Print Neil Robertson rolls out perfection at Seattle's Crumble & Flake
Open only since May, Neil Robertson's tiny Crumble & Flake Patisserie on Capitol Hill is already drawing lines out the door with its cream puffs, tapenade rolls and croissants.
By Sandi Halimuddin
Seattle Times staff reporter
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JOHN LOK / THE SEATTLE TIMES
A batch of fig and olive tapenade rolls are seen in the pastry case at Crumble & Flake Patisserie. The Seattle bakery regularly sells out by 11 a.m. on weekdays and by 10 a.m. on weekends.
JOHN LOK / THE SEATTLE TIMES
Bakery staffer Skyler Burger, far left, and Neil Robertson, owner, cover the counter at Crumble & Flake. Robertson was formerly a pastry chef at Canlis and Mistral Kitchen.
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Since opening in early May, Seattle pastry chef Neil Robertson's Crumble & Flake Patisserie has amassed a loyal following of enthusiasts who willingly wait in long lines to savor French pastries with playful twists.
"I envisioned a small, quiet neighborhood bakery," said Robertson. "I didn't expect customers to come from all over the city, loading up [on pastries]."
Popular offerings include caipirinha macarons, tinged with lime; the soft and moist "cheweo" (an elevated Oreo sandwich); made-to-order cream puffs in flavors such as chocolate, vanilla and mango; kouign amann; fig and olive tapenade rolls; and smoked-cheddar and paprika croissants.
The new bakery regularly sells out by 11 a.m. on weekdays and by 10 a.m. on weekends, with 30 to 40 people lining up around the block, yearning for a taste.
Given Roberts' former stints as pastry chef at Canlis and Mistral Kithen, it shouldn't' be a surprise that his highly anticipated solo venture is proving successful. At the very least it has alleviated one of Robertson's earlier concerns: "When we first opened, I thought to myself, 'What am I going to do with all the leftovers?' " said Robertson candidly.
Located at a tiny corner on Capitol Hill, the patisserie is simple and unassuming; there are no chairs, tables or quaint decorations — just a glass case of baked goods.
When asked about his favorite items, Robertson said, "I love everything (at the bakery); I don't make anything that I don't love."
Baking is a personal matter for him — the self-described perfectionist spends 13 hours a day playing with flavors and tweaking recipes.
"The focus is on flavor and texture; if one thing is missing, then the recipe is lacking," explained the chef, who worked as a graphic designer for more than 20 years before entering the restaurant world.
Although he works with an assistant baker to meet local demand, Robertson said the bakery is almost at capacity, in both refrigerator space and time.
"I have no leisure time," he said with a laugh. "I get up at 3:30 a.m."
Despite drastic life changes since the patisserie's inception, Robertson is content pursuing his initial vision: Working in an intimate kitchen, interacting with customers and perfecting his croissant recipes — he says the process "is like magic every time."
"I enjoy making things with my hands that people really enjoy," said Robertson. "Pastries make people happy."
Crumble & Flake Patisserie, 1500 E. Olive Way, Seattle; (206-329-1804 or www.crumbleandflake.com). 7 a.m.-3 p.m. Wednesdays-Fridays and 9 a.m.- 3 p.m. Saturdays-Sundays, or until sold out.
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Open only since May, Neil Robertson's tiny Crumble & Flake Patisserie on Capitol Hill is already drawing lines out the door with its cream puffs, tapenade rolls and croissants.
By Sandi Halimuddin
Seattle Times staff reporter
PREV 1 of 2 NEXT
JOHN LOK / THE SEATTLE TIMES
A batch of fig and olive tapenade rolls are seen in the pastry case at Crumble & Flake Patisserie. The Seattle bakery regularly sells out by 11 a.m. on weekdays and by 10 a.m. on weekends.
JOHN LOK / THE SEATTLE TIMES
Bakery staffer Skyler Burger, far left, and Neil Robertson, owner, cover the counter at Crumble & Flake. Robertson was formerly a pastry chef at Canlis and Mistral Kitchen.
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Most Popular CommentsHide / Show comments Thanks for the great food review of Crumble & Flake. I'll be by there on Thurs... (June 26, 2012, by read2know) MORE
Definitely on my list for the next time I get to Seattle. Missed this lovely place in... (June 27, 2012, by alp) MORE
I walk past everyday on my way to work. IT IS worth the line and the wait. If you... (June 27, 2012, by jenabean) MORE
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Since opening in early May, Seattle pastry chef Neil Robertson's Crumble & Flake Patisserie has amassed a loyal following of enthusiasts who willingly wait in long lines to savor French pastries with playful twists.
"I envisioned a small, quiet neighborhood bakery," said Robertson. "I didn't expect customers to come from all over the city, loading up [on pastries]."
Popular offerings include caipirinha macarons, tinged with lime; the soft and moist "cheweo" (an elevated Oreo sandwich); made-to-order cream puffs in flavors such as chocolate, vanilla and mango; kouign amann; fig and olive tapenade rolls; and smoked-cheddar and paprika croissants.
The new bakery regularly sells out by 11 a.m. on weekdays and by 10 a.m. on weekends, with 30 to 40 people lining up around the block, yearning for a taste.
Given Roberts' former stints as pastry chef at Canlis and Mistral Kithen, it shouldn't' be a surprise that his highly anticipated solo venture is proving successful. At the very least it has alleviated one of Robertson's earlier concerns: "When we first opened, I thought to myself, 'What am I going to do with all the leftovers?' " said Robertson candidly.
Located at a tiny corner on Capitol Hill, the patisserie is simple and unassuming; there are no chairs, tables or quaint decorations — just a glass case of baked goods.
When asked about his favorite items, Robertson said, "I love everything (at the bakery); I don't make anything that I don't love."
Baking is a personal matter for him — the self-described perfectionist spends 13 hours a day playing with flavors and tweaking recipes.
"The focus is on flavor and texture; if one thing is missing, then the recipe is lacking," explained the chef, who worked as a graphic designer for more than 20 years before entering the restaurant world.
Although he works with an assistant baker to meet local demand, Robertson said the bakery is almost at capacity, in both refrigerator space and time.
"I have no leisure time," he said with a laugh. "I get up at 3:30 a.m."
Despite drastic life changes since the patisserie's inception, Robertson is content pursuing his initial vision: Working in an intimate kitchen, interacting with customers and perfecting his croissant recipes — he says the process "is like magic every time."
"I enjoy making things with my hands that people really enjoy," said Robertson. "Pastries make people happy."
Crumble & Flake Patisserie, 1500 E. Olive Way, Seattle; (206-329-1804 or www.crumbleandflake.com). 7 a.m.-3 p.m. Wednesdays-Fridays and 9 a.m.- 3 p.m. Saturdays-Sundays, or until sold out.
From KC
The twins probably are most familiar with the fire locations, but believe most of you will recognize Pike’s Peak looming in the background of this time elapsed video of the Waldo Canyon fire. It’s still burning of course but moving more to west and north, away from the Springs. It is about 45% contained. The two people died because one was bedridden and the other lost life trying to rescue. They lived in Mountain Shadows where the 346 houses burned on Tuesday night.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBA7eHY022k
Love KC
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBA7eHY022k
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