This was written on Sam’s Birthday, two days ago, but due to that day’s party and our Mt. Hood Railroad trip yesterday, it’s getting posted today.
Hip hip hooray! Our little one’s two today! Scott’s just going upstairs to get him from his getting shorter-yet-still-sweet Sam nap, guests to arrive in an hour or so, probably later, knowing this crowd. Backyard is decorated with crepe paper flutters hanging from the apple tree, a birthday toad, and bunch of balloons, and the Mother is just finishing up her version of a Thomas cake.
I’m taking a moment’s rest, for, besides running around with b-day prep, the wine life and other life necessities have crept in. The first one is the new threat of wildfire. It’s been hideously hot here, and now thunder clouds are beginning to accumulate near Mt. Hood, causing a swath of land to be under fire-alert, and our vineyard is in that swath. Lovely.
Then, the marketing aspect — meeting with the designer (the gal I’m swapping my writing with) and web programmer, to find out we need to rethink website to keep costs down and now I’m really under the gun to get all the copy written. ARgh. This following that same morning a sewer scope for the new house we’re trying to get so we can FINALLY get out of this shoebox (I’ll have to share one day, or not, the long story of why the farm prevented us from getting even a much larger house. You can imagine…tax returns showing losses, arsehole banks who caused all this mortgage trouble being bigger arseholes than ever before… you get the picture) — anyway — it’s a lovely small, but larger than this shoe-box home very close to a great 80-some acre forested Portland city park, Pier Park, yet still not in The Dalles or on our land, which is where we want to be. And then somewhere between the scope and the design meeting, a lovely chat with an editor from Snooth.com, where I actually cried recounting the sacrifices for this endeavor. Geez. I thought I had been through all that with my therapist!
But for now, Sam’s two. And we have a party. And the sun is shining, and it’s not as hot as it’s been. As long as the fires don’t come, what a great afternoon lays in store.
