Chehalis
Back from the weekend getaway, tooth all fixed up, nice sunny day, holiday for some,
and every day for me, fa, la, is a holiday tee hee.
(Imagine little semiquavers dancing)
I put some work in on the cello duet this morning,
I put in three changes and then I took them out again.
Must be done.
Back to the concerto project, I guess.
On our way back from the coast, we took the road out of Raymond to I-5 at Centralia.
This road follows the route of the Chehalis river.
We had planned on stopping at a park (can't remember the name) to stretch legs and use the facilities.
The park, being across the river from the road, is (used to be) accessed by a nice solid bridge steel beamed and cable anchored.
Gone.
The hefty granite and masonry anchors shattered, steel beams bent and the whole thing gone.
You remember when I-5 was closed due to flooding?
This was the river that did it.
Ripped out trees, fields knee deep in mud.
Farmers with 'dozers and back hoes digging out their driveways.
I hope for their sake that the free delivery was good rich topsoil.
Floods and farmers usually have a good relationship.
Anyway the next rest stop was way north of Centralia.
We almost had a couple floods of our own.
Remind me to get a new cartridge for my printer before next Thurzdee.
OMG! I,like, got this humongous book at Longbeach it's all about this funny looking dude named "Winston Churchill"
LOL!
No rilly that's his name!
I guess he had somthin to do with the swivel war...... whatever.
Off the edge of the world once again.
and every day for me, fa, la, is a holiday tee hee.
(Imagine little semiquavers dancing)
I put some work in on the cello duet this morning,
I put in three changes and then I took them out again.
Must be done.
Back to the concerto project, I guess.
On our way back from the coast, we took the road out of Raymond to I-5 at Centralia.
This road follows the route of the Chehalis river.
We had planned on stopping at a park (can't remember the name) to stretch legs and use the facilities.
The park, being across the river from the road, is (used to be) accessed by a nice solid bridge steel beamed and cable anchored.
Gone.
The hefty granite and masonry anchors shattered, steel beams bent and the whole thing gone.
You remember when I-5 was closed due to flooding?
This was the river that did it.
Ripped out trees, fields knee deep in mud.
Farmers with 'dozers and back hoes digging out their driveways.
I hope for their sake that the free delivery was good rich topsoil.
Floods and farmers usually have a good relationship.
Anyway the next rest stop was way north of Centralia.
We almost had a couple floods of our own.
Remind me to get a new cartridge for my printer before next Thurzdee.
OMG! I,like, got this humongous book at Longbeach it's all about this funny looking dude named "Winston Churchill"
LOL!
No rilly that's his name!
I guess he had somthin to do with the swivel war...... whatever.
Off the edge of the world once again.
Labels: Centrailia
posted by Lane Savant at 2:24 PM
5 Comments:
I feel I must take offense at your frivolous attitude to one of our nations most poignant tragedies.
The CIVIL war, or war between the states, or war of Northern aggression, or the rebellion, should not be used as fodder for your shabby and disrespectful so-called "humor".
....................Sherman March
I had no idea that our two road trips to the Pacific Ocean would converge. At some point we might have passed each other on I-5, and missed out on the cursory wave. We left Pac Beach at 11:30am Sunday, and then took the cutoff from the beach highway out of Aberdeen to drop down to H12 that runs from Raymond to Centralia through Rochester. We spent some times, several hours at the outlet mall there in Centralia. We used to take out girls to Raymond, and haunt those beaches out below Grayland, before we discovered the joys of the north beaches up near the Indian Rez. We had stopped at that park, whose name I cannot remember either, and crossed that huge stalwart steel and huge beamed bridge to walk the park and use the facilities. Actually there were two bridges, one that was a walk over only, and the one you described for cars and hordes of folks. Did the river take the walker's suspension bridge as well?
Good to know that your mouth and smile are both back in order; hate it when a tooth goes bad, means big bucks and some discomfort. And there you go again. I was feeling pretty good about having President's Day off from the office grind, and you come along and remind me that for a retired person, such as yourself, every day is a holiday, tee hee, fa la la, ompa ompa mow wow, shaboom shaboom. That's OK. One year soon I too will have leisure time for my joy and activities.
Your statement about adding three changes and then extracting them:
"Must be done". At first I thought in the declarative, that this act of creativity demanded its way with you and the Cello Duet. Then it came to me, hey, Dougie thinks the piece might be completed. English is a wonderful language, enit?
Was this book about Churchill or written by him? Either way it could have still been humungous.
Thinking of him always makes me think of the film, YOUNG WINSTON, where he is a svelte young man, in the Army, and in society; kind of like Jonathan Rhys Davis playing a buff vesion of Henry VIII on Showtime. What's next, the lusty adventures of a young buff Falstaff? A bio pic about Peter Ustinov as a youth, played by Paul Reubans? A film about the young Hitler played by Rowen Atkinson? That one actually might fly though. The world might be ready for that.
Check out WORLD WAR II: When Lions Roared (1994), with Bob Hoskins as Churchill, Michael Caine as Stalin, and John Lithgow as F.D.R.
As for Sherman March, he should just pull the wedgy out of his thong, and begin to appreciate the caliber of the Lane Savant sense of humor.
By the way, I loved your sharing of our stop in the park:
The Mighty Chehalis
On our way back
from the coast,
we took the road
out of Raymond
to I-5 at Centralia.
This road follows
the route
of the Chehalis river.
We had planned on
stopping at a park
(can't remember the name)
to stretch legs and use
the facilities.
The park,
being across the river
from the road,
is (used to be)
accessed
by a nice solid bridge
steel beamed and cable anchored.
Gone.
The hefty granite
and masonry anchors shattered,
steel beams bent
and the whole thing
gone.
You remember
when I-5 was closed
due to flooding?
This was the river
that did it.
Ripped out trees,
fields knee deep in mud.
Farmers with 'dozers
and back hoes digging
out their driveways.
I hope
for their sake
that the free delivery
was good rich topsoil.
Floods and farmers
usually have
a good relationship.
Doug Palmer 2008
It was good stuff; so good it already made its way to the sister blogsite, FFTR.
Glenn
Hey, Tuesday morning, and you haven't posted my comment for this Savant observation yet. Makes me sad, dude.
Yeah, I was able to take a listen to your mp3 music now.
CELLO DUET: 6:29
The first movement was very dark, making one feel that they too are moving in a tight blackness in slow motion, with their arms pinned to their sides, then it brightens for a moment, only to cascade into shadow again; like spelunking on a thin rope, passing through shards of light, like sun breaks, making the darkness even darker as we re-emerge into it. The whole motion feels like descent, dropping down. I can't wait for the ascent. It's dark an cold down here, enit?
Minnesota: 4:50
This was a barn burner; wonderfully frenetic, being lost in a bee hive, or trying to catch a train at the old Grand Central Station, shoulder to shoulder, moving enmasse; with soldiers walking through, their desert camos sticking out in the crowd, their tucked in boots shiny, on their way home for leave; some for good. Children everywhere, hanging onto parents and scurrying about too midst the throngs. Stopping a bar and grill mid-station, with highly polished chrome chairs and tables on top of black and white checkered floors, sitting a sipping booze and coffee, watching the herd shuffle by, catching our breath before the last call for our train as we leap up and join the rush, running, staggering, and barely catching the flyer, swinging up on it after tossing our suitcase, just like in the movies, feeling the rails singing beneath us as we slide out of the terminal, leaving the carbon din subsiding in the distance.
ASPICE QUOD FELIS ATTAXIT: 4.34
More cats already, billions of felines, meowing through the scales, someone cranking their tails, joined by rotents, squealing, squeaking, howling, growling, purring, and grunting their way up to and past crescendo, to a crawl, and then cranked up again, and again. The Alley Contata at the Kitty Korral.
Glenn
Both bridges are gone. Nothing but piles of broken masonry and bent steel.
Let's give Sherman some slack, he's probably just in denial because of his name.
The Churchill book is by
Roy Jenkins.
Written with that inimitable British style of humor that occasionally causes the extremities of one's lips to raise themselves a few degrees.
Ah, the Ppower of nature!!
-- Anonomann
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