ANNIVERSARY

Yesterday was the 49th anniversary of our wedding. Gary and I were married under the pagoda tree in my parents’ backyard. We wrote our vows, a friends officiated, I made the wedding cake, a fruit cake, from a 100-year-old recipe, Joyce brought lasagna, The Chieftains sang on a record, and my dad toasted us from Shakespeare as his “warrior children”.

The nice man from Gresham who we talked to last week was horrified by the plankton bloom. He kept calling it “terrible”. What’s shown here is entirely gone, with a narrow line of fresh plankton at the tideline. It’s not terrible or bad in any way. It just is. I will run the beach tomorrow!

Our anniversary rings, more about goldsmithing, the Hood to Coast relay, and my preferred running conditions.

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