A Political Post Because I'm Outraged

President Trump has been outdoing himself lately as he tries to get back at any one who he thinks wronged him. That includes elected officials, judges, mayors, governors, cities and states. Of course most of what he has been charged with he is actually guilty of.

A couple of days ago I posted the following on Facebook. The quotes are from the New York Times, or from the man himself.

He's talking about moving World Cup Games out of Seattle and San Francisco, because, you know, they aren't safe because they have "lunatic" mayors. They are liberal cities.

He's invading Portland, OR, sending troops in, because people there picket ICE actions and offices. He has to "protect war ravaged Portland" and protect ICE facilities that are "under siege from attack by Antifa and other domestic terrorists". I guess he hasn't heard that antifa means anti-fascist and isn't an organization. When I join peaceful protest rallies full of kind and friendly old people are we domestic terrorists?

I wonder if Trump has ever been to Portland, that terrible liberal city on the west coast.

"The president has repeatedly spoken negatively about Portland, including saying on Thursday that “anarchy” is taking place in the West Coast city."

“You go out to Portland, people die out there. Many people have died over the years in Portland. Portland is, I don’t know how anybody lives there. It’s amazing, but it’s, it’s anarchy out there. That’s what they want. They want anarchy,” Trump said during remarks in the Oval Office on Thursday."

"Last week, in separate comments in the Oval Office, the president said people in Portland are “out of control.”"

“Have you seen Portland at all? If you take a look what’s happening in Portland. It’s, it has been going on for years. Just people out of control, crazy. We’re going to stop that very soon,” Trump said.

He says we are "run by radical lunatics who don't know what they're doing". If he's speaking about our federal government, I guess he got that one right.

I have a voice and I will use it.

Fall Flowers

Table bouquet of asters from the garden.

Another blooming of the Brugmansia - Angel's Trumpets, in the front yard. 

Our "picked" glass flowers, now washed and stored in the attic over the garage. 

Dahlias and Marigolds. 

Another crop of Poblano peppers, now roasted, diced, and in the freezer. Some set aside for a chili relleno casserole for dinner. 

Hardy fuchsias along the front walk.

Fall blooming hardy cyclamen in the front yard. 

Fall blooming crocus. 

Cutting garden. 

Sedums

Black eyed Susan vine. 

Angels Trumpets on the patio. 

Today we stored the glass flowers and checked out our emergency kit, adding replacement food stuffs to the grocery list. Tom has been out picking up fallen branches and general debris. Autumn clean up is beginning. 

I was going to write about politics, and freedom of speech. I still might, since I don't think I am in danger of being fired or suspended, but flowers are prettier. You have been spared for now. 

More Trees and Seas

 We are home now, having arrived back late Saturday afternoon. I spent much of Sunday watching sports: Seahawks victory, Mariners victory, Sounders very disappointing loss. We had take and bake pizza for dinner.

Now it's Monday afternoon. I just finished folding the laundry. Tom did housework and is now outside beginning the tidying up after Saturday night's big rainstorm. We could do without the mess, but we're very glad for the the half inch if rain, the most since April. 

My last post featured our walk to the big cedar last Wednesday. On Thursday we mostly drove to some of my favorite places in the central Oregon Coast.

Cape Meares has a magnificent giant spruce, but the trail is rough and I was not up to it this time. We settled for views and a walk to the Octopus Tree. 

The trail to the Octopus Tree leads through a much younger stand of Sitka Spruce, the dominant tree species right on the coast, and an area that was reforested after the original old growth was logged of many years ago. The Octopus tree was spared, obviously not good for lumber. 

On to another favorite place, Oceanside, and a stop just for the view. No beach hiking today, but many times we hiked through the tunnel in the headland, in younger days. 

On to Pacific City and lunch at the Pelican Brew Pub at Cape Kiwanda.

There were lots of trips slowly up and flying down this dune, first me as a kid, then my kids, and then my grand kids. Memories. 

In the evening, back at the cabin, we walked the beach road to this trail to the beach through salal and shore pines.

Then we enjoyed another beautiful sunset. 

Friday was Rockaway day. We walked through the town to see if anything was new. The building that was once an arcade was now a coffee shop. We got lattes and sat at the Wayside to enjoy the view and just being free to be.

I spent time sitting on the front porch reading and occasionally looking up to this view.

We took a beach walk and the tourist train came by.

There were interesting jellyfish. 

\The fog began to move in and Tom took this interesting photo of the "ghost rocks".

It was good to be on the beach, if even for a much shorter walk than I used to do.

We went out to dinner in Garibaldi, ordering our favorite razor clams, Yum.

Saturday was packing up and cleaning up day, and then we set off north for Astoria for a walk along the river, lunch at The Wet Dog, Astoria Brewing Company, a stop in Chehalis to visit my sister Laurie, and then back home.  

It was a good little getaway and always fun to be by the sea.