Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone! Last night Jay and I went to hear an amazing traditional Irish band called Lunasa. For those of you who don't know, this is the one kind of music that truly bridges the gap in our musical tastes (we discovered this in Doolin, Ireland where the band played feverishly inside a tiny pub packed with revelers all bouncing up and down drunkenly together). Lunasa is made up of an upright bass, many flutes and whistles, bagpipes, fiddle and guitar.
I have been listening more regularly to the old Celtic and Scandinavian tunes - primitive, sad. It gets inside of me. I feel a real connection to my roots when I hear this music.
That's it for now. We tile on Saturday, and Bex says we get to pick up some donuts for the early morning drive out. Woo hoo!
Thursday, March 17, 2005
May the road rise to meet you
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Hey, Charis:
This is cool little blog site y'all cooked up. After weeks of summer-like weather, we're back to rain in Portland. Our garden is drinking it up. Our cherry tree is in full bloom and Spring started, like yesterday!
Anne and I are well. We celebrated our 15th anniversary St. Patty's Day at the London Grill--the last time we ate there we were a lot younger! (We actually stayed at The Benson on our wedding night, so it was fun.) We're busy chasing our cats around the house, George, Gracie and Miss Kitty. Kendall's been doing graduate work here at Don's School of Hard Knocks, and doing well. Many of the writers you knew and loved have moved on--not Lee Perlman, of course. Former Post restaurant reviewer Maureen Mackey is back, with her husband Tom taking photos, this time as a reporter. We're also in the process of hiring a new graphic designer.
Anne and I had a great trip to D.C. over Christmas and now are planning a summer vacation in July to Glacier National Park.
We're still in the endless process of restoring our 1912 farmhouse--without the farm! :-)
If you have any photos of life on the new farm, I'd love to seem them. 7650 SW Capitol Hwy, PDX 97219 or don@multnomahpost.com.
Miss your voice and face,
Don
P.S. Amazing essay by Jay. Good stuff. dws
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