Pat Taub
Record Breaking Heat Wave
Yesterday Portland set a record of 95 for May 19th. It was so hot I could barely move. It felt like the world might explode. A scary reminder of climate change!
A Sad Anniversary
Tomorrow is my ex-husband’s birthday. Marvin died a little over three years ago in a tragic drowning accident. We had a long history, meeting in college and marrying right after graduation. After two kids and our series of ups and downs we divorced. Twelve years before Marvin died we had a reapproachment spending family holidays together and watching the grandkids together when their parents took out-of-town trips. I will always miss him since we shared so many guideposts along the way.
Bountiful flowers at the Farmers’ Market
The Farmers’ Market
Wednesday marked my first seasonal visit to the downtown Farmers’ Market. It’s too early for summer produce, but flowers were in glorious abundance. I bought free-range eggs, local asparagus and a small bunch of mixed flowers for my desk. Noticing an interestingly dressed older woman with a twinkle in her eye, I asked if I could photograph her.
Francine at the Farmers’ Market–her great style prompted this photo.
Family Fun
This week’s WOW guest blogger, Gwen McCauley writes about discovering fun late in life. While my family supplied me with enough issues to have revolving door relationships with numerous therapists, they didn’t hold back on fun. We could be silly at the drop of a hat. I love being silly with my grandchildren, as in this photo from two Thanksgivings ago.
Jane, Max and me ready to race outside in our lit headwear to scare the neighbors!
“Disgraced,” a Brilliant Play
This week I saw Portland Stage’s production of “Disgraced,” the play that won the Pulitzer in 2015. Two mixed couples (One a Jew and an African American and the other a Muslim and Caucasian) meet for dinner and the fireworks follow as their conversation moves into racial and religious differences. If you’re in the Portland area, I’d encourage you to make time for this very powerful and timely play, which runs only through this Sunday.
As I contemplate the weekend I’m dreaming of a lobster roll from Eventide . . . And I can finally put my winter clothes in mothballs!
