Frigiliana.

I could go back to Spain, again and again.

Once again, as Mark Twain wrote:

“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”

Every once and a while, Jack comes to 1880 to visit Roxie and me.  (Rosie, is not so much into visiting dogs and hides out upstairs.)  Jack brings his own bed, which Roxie immediately appropriates for her own use.

That means poor Jack has to find someplace else for his nap.

Oregon is a small state and a big state.  It has a small population but a relatively large area.

In less time that it takes to drive from Salem to Roseburg, you could drive across New Jersey.  The governor lives in my neighborhood  and left from here to make that drive on Wednesday.

Oregon is very diverse, made up of some very reactionary groups, some very liberal groups, and lots of people like me, not in any groups at all.  Everyone is very sad this week — lumberjacks, hunters, pot-smokers, church ladies, teachers, rednecks, doctors, lawyers, tinkers, tailors, cowboys, chiefs.

This is the way I like to think of Oregon:

Tragically, this is the way the rest of the world is seeing us right now:

This is all many of us previously knew about Roseburg –just a couple of shots from the Interstate:

This week, we all “got off the Interstate.”

I am having a bad case of wanderlust this weekend.  Since I can’t actually get away, I am binging on “foreign films.”   Not foreign films in the usual sense of the phrase.  Actually, the first one on my list is Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris,  to be followed by Tea with Mussolini, Room with a View, Gigi, and Roman Holiday. If time holds out, I’ll add Death on the Nile.

Mark Twain got it right:  Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime. 

Things amazing and mundane.

Started off with the Equinox.

Then, at the store, where just the day before was the garden center, there are all these containers. Wonder what’s in them?  Ho! Ho! Ho!  After all, it was September 25.

And one day, someone shared this on Facebook:

I loved it so much, I immediately crafted one myself out of stuff I had around the house.  Well, the picture I had to print out from an online plethora.

I can hardly wait to see which visitors to 1880 try to straighten it up.

And I love my Subaru even more.  I always wondered about the logo:

I actually learned the answer to it on Jeopardy this week!  It represents the six stars of the Pleiades that are visible to the naked eye.  Love it!

This week and every week, if there is a sunny spot to be found any place in the house, Rosie finds it.

“No, this is not the dog’s bed.  Why do you ask?”

And the roses just keep on blooming;