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|And they smelled so good, though you had to watch out for bees inside.|
|Emma had a blast taking dozens of pictures with our little digital camera, including the one below (Tom needs his own electronic device).|
|There was a beautiful Ethiopian wedding party at the garden that afternoon.|
|Emma was thrilled to see the ocean and made a beeline for the waves as soon as we crested a sand dune and saw the Pacific. The water was fr-r-r-eeezing, but otherwise the weather was sunny and lovely and Emma enjoyed prancing in the surf in her little life jacket that she got when she was about 3 (I told her she wasn't going to need it, but I guess you can't be too careful in them waves).|
|The venerable Geiser Grand|
This is the view from the second floor. You can look down into the dining room, where we dined that evening. (They brought us glasses of water and Joe said, "Where did the water come from?" "We boiled it," the waitress said. I did not partake. It did not sound refreshing to drink boiled water, even if it was now icy and even if it had been previously goat-waste free.) But dinner was tasty and the entire dining experience was very civilized. After dinner we went to Geiser Pollman Park nearby. It had neat old playground equipment, like this merry-go-round.
We also saw a skinny guy pulling himself up the swing set pole. I was impressed. I asked if he'd do it again while I took a movie. He obliged, but looked pained after the second time around. He said it makes his stomach sore. I'm not surprised. Now his feat is documented on YouTube; I hope he runs across himself one day.
You could see the big pink US Bancorp Tower down the street. I used to work on the 16th Floor at Travelers Insurance (and one day after I'd taken a really long nap on a Sunday afternoon in late spring 1984 I woke up in the early evening and thought I had slept all night and that it was Monday morning and so I took a shower and got ready for work. I went outside -- the light looked so pretty, and different somehow -- and waited for my bus, which didn't come, so I walked all the way down West Burnside to get to work, noting that there were people in the Taco Time, which I thought was odd at that hour of the morning. Traffic also seemed very light. I tried to open a door at the US Bancorp Tower, but it was locked, so I said to a guy walking by, "What is going ON this morning? The buses aren't running and this building is locked," and he looked at me and said, "It's night." I told Uncle Tom this story and he said, "Bad day to be a blonde.")