The Backdoor and French Bakeries Replicas

I have become aware of two things since my last post. One is that I do not post as much as I would like. The other is that I really need to read through what I am writing and do some editing before I post. Maybe one of these days, I will go back through and fix some of the typos and confusing sentences, but not today, I think. I am too hungry for life today, to anxious to get out and experience something. Not saying that I will, but its not mood to sit in edit it.

I went to the zoo yesterday with baby sis. I felt like a little kind and was practically skipping. Until I got all sad and depressed seeing all the poor creatures locked up on some rather small confines pacing back and forth because they did not know what else too do, looking all sad and worried. There was the most gorgeous wood carving with ivory inlay of an elephant in the elephant museum that I fell in love with. They was also a new born baby elephant, as of August of this year that was hidden under a hidden alcove that I did not get to see but chatted with one of the zoo’s volunteers about. It was a good day all together and we talked about going back for when they light up all the lights for Christmas.

Speaking of times of family friends and merriment, some good people from the good o’ SJ days visited a weekend or two ago. It was nice to have them here and reminded me much about what I miss about SJ and Sitka. We had fun though creating new memories in Sitka. We managed to cram four tours of four different districts in that short weekend our feet were soar but spirits high.

I have not been successful with finding a job yet, but have been able to find a local hangout in the form of a coffee shop that reminds me a great deal of the backdoor, in that most people that go there seem to know each other. I am starting to be recognized by smiles and slight head nods by some of the regulars as well as developing a couple of friendships through hanging out there. (Yeah, friends, a social network and a little piece of home)

My father had surgery the same day Obama was elected. The surgery went the same way of the elections, it turn out fine.

I am ready a new book that I got from the Library. It is called Early Bright by Ami Silber, about a Jewish Jazz musician/con artist from around the late 40’s. It is written beautifully, maybe a bit over the top at times, and has an intriguing story, very sensual with splendid metaphors.

I have not gone anywhere spectacularly lately, Except for Ken’s Artisan Bakery on 21st and Flanders. They specialize in baked goods and pastries “they way the do it in France.” I wouldn’t know if its like they do in France, but they make a melt in your mouth pumpkin macaroon that (pardon my bluntness (I just could not bring myself to say French) are better then sex.

So if your in the mood for, heh heh hem, some good eats, and your in Portland Check out Ken’s Artisan Bakery on 21st and Flanders.