Wednesday, April 07, 2010

Yes, I know, thank you. And it's not even Big Sky Country.

Husband was at it again, he'd bought an item on Craig's List, used it for a job, then decided it was taking up too much room, and decided to sell it.  I happened to be outside when the couple came to look at the item, and the gal just stood outside and stared at the neighbor's cows. 

I swear, the conversation went like this:

"Your place is so BIG."
"Well, the cows are on the neighbor's place, but yes, we have a few acres."
"But there is so much SPACE."
(And I joke not, the emphasis was how she was speaking.)
She then commented on my tulips, I commented on the fact that they had survived the deer.

I was beginning to wonder where she came from, and so casually asked if they'd driven far.  It turned out they were from Portland.  I am wondering if they had ever been OUT of downtown Portland, the way she was talking. 

It was a very unique talk... Well, now that I say that, no... No, it wasn't.

A few years ago, I had a van full of Jehovah's Witnesses come to my house where I used to live, and they caught me cleaning out the hen house after a vacation.  I knew who they were (one of the ladies is a friend of mine, and is continually hoping I will 'see the light'), and so I just said hi, and sorry, but I am cleaning, if you want to talk, go ahead.  There was a new lady, and she was just standing there, staring off into the trees.  After a minute or so of dead silence, and a hand full of well-well-WELL aged eggs, (those hens were good at hiding, and pecking, eggs) I look up, wondering if she'd left.  She was quite literally open mouthed.  Concerned, I asked if something was wrong.  She started, then looked at me, and said, "It's so beautiful here!  How can you stand it, I would just be looking up at the trees all the time!"  I chuckled, and raised the bag of fragrant eggs, and said, "yes, it's lovely, but I have little reminders to look around once in a while..."  Then went to dump them in the trash.  When I returned, she still hadn't talked to me, and I think it irked the rest, as another one came out and shoo'd her back to the van. 

So I guess I can say the views where I've lived can stop traffic.  At least foot traffic, anyway.  And it makes me happy.  Even if I wonder about where some of the folks come from that haven't ever seen that much space.  More's the pity for them, I guess...


  1. I'm so envious of your taffic stopping home! Seven years left before I can even think about moving! Sigh!!

  2. You live in a beautiful state. Oregon is on my "must see" list.

  3. Ms. Diva:

    Don't give up hope! We had to live in a travel trailer, and basically have no nothing anything nada as far as luxuries to get what we have... We chose this, but it takes a while. We just wanted to get there faster. (We are strange that way...)


  4. Louise:

    Yes, it IS a beautiful state. If/When you get to see it, make sure you see all the parts, I live in the Valley, lovely, wooded, deep.
    But there is the coast, the mountains, Eastern Oregon desert, and Southern Oregon, each having a unique beauty and view! (And Portland, too, if you want to see a city... But, honestly, I haven't been to Portland in so long, I have nothing to tell you about it except OMSI.)


  5. Sounds like heaven on earth:o)

  6. It has its moments! :)


  7. Dang it, now I want to ask where you live. And I know that's not a polite question to ask, at least not of an imaginary Internet friend. But could you be vague? Do you live in Yamhill county? Marion? Clackamas? It's okay if you don't want to admit living in Clatskanie.
    (Yes, I'm being snide. And deliberately silly. Clatskanie is a lovely place. Once you learn to pronounce it.)
    I will freely admit to living Washington county, and not the nice part either.
    (I have no shame.)


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