Actually, I'm alive and well (and thanks peeps, for the emails and phone calls!), though to be truthful, I am sick and tired of the relentless heat, the forest fire smoke that's been a constant for weeks now, and the endless work I've been doing on this blasted house--in particular, for most of this long, interminable month of August, hence no blogging, reading or writing.
Although...a few weeks back, on a truly horrible weekend of triple digit temps, Nick and I loaded the truck, hitched up the trailer and headed to the coast for a couple days of dune action. It was a welcome relief from the inland heat, though temps nearly reached 80*--which at the Oregon coast is not something that happens often. Seems no matter where I go, I'm destined to sweat. Then we got food poisoning on Saturday night and spent the remainder of the night and into Sunday's early morning hours bonding over the toilet bowl. Ah, the romance of it all...
A few shots taken before the Mexican Dinner of Doom...
Jumped out of the Maverick to take this shot of Nick and machine just as it began to get dark...and okay, I wanted another photo of my favorite bridge, off in the distance.
Love the pools and swamps that appear so unexpectedly, hidden below the rise of a dune...
So, one little bit of fun in a very grueling month of repairing gutters, sanding and painting, installing a new cook top--I handed Nick the tools, he did all the work--deck prep x 2, and a million other things that I'm trying to accomplish before the heat, smoke or workload do me in.
At the moment, I'm not sure who's winning.
