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‘I celebrate and sing myself’.
(Thanks Walt)

There is no other whose companionship, I more enjoy.
There is no one more fun to be with than when I am with myself. No one funner, funnier, more provocative, more interesting, more beautiful, than I am when I am with myself.
No one more inspiring, more adventurous, more delightful, or delighted. No one whose passion is greater.
No one more endearing, spectacular, or clever. No one more relevant, no one more exciting: creative, responsive, objective..

I love it, Damn, I love it..!!!

Oragonion

I drove, “down around Eugene “ yesterday after leaving home around 5 pm, and making only 2 quick stops.

What I love most about Oregon, is this:
The speed limit signs are designed to be seen. They don’t want you to get a ticket here, It is obvious. The numbers are HUGE. Thanks Oregonians, I always appreciate that about you..

And, I had forgotten, but in Oregon, you can’t pump your own gas..It’s illegal, They have employees that do that.
Ladeda, I love it, Damn I love it!
By 1:30 Am I was in Florence and was greeted by flashing lights.
(and no I wasn’t speeding)…I thought it was quite the response I deserved, since I am my own celebrity.

When I turned from Springfield onto the highway to Florence, I noticed the crescent moon designed to catch the rain . of course, it was a clear night. The closer I got to the beach, the brighter, and oranger the moon shown, and it tipped slightly to let the fog crawl slowly out.

In curves and valleys 800 feet above sea level, the fog hung thick, and I opened my moon-roof to let the it in to touch me.
I held my hand to the moist air, and then touched my face with my cool hands, to feel the night air as I drove.
The stars sparkled in the dark sky.
I listened to Mike Dooley (TUT.com) talk about, What you think about, you Create. And Joel Olsteen say the same thing in another way.

I listened to my favorite music and sang like I was a superstar. I was in charge, I love to be in charge of me…Don’t you love it?

Florence , was a new place for me, and I couldn’t find the beach, so I drove into Yachats, pronounced yahaughts. Yachats was closed up, so I went to the beach, walked around in the pitch black watching the white foam roll in. It was high tide. Then I slept in my car for 2.5 hours.

At 5:30 Am I drove around to see if anyone was open for coffee, or breakfast, or a bathroom.
No luck.
So I drove up the coast one town at a time until it turned daylight. The tide was turning low, the sky, blue, and water bluer, waves lazily rolled in, and fragmented salt worn trees stuck out along the beach. The sun was shining, and I was tired, but elated that I was in this beautiful place, with my favorite person alive. ME!

I understand why I’ve broken so many hearts now, I mean, where would ”I “be without me? bored silly…
And quite often when I do my self denial thing, that is exactly how I feel. Al I need to pep me up is a trip alone with my beloved. Umm, how sweet it is..

I found a breakfast place after exploring Nye Beach, and The Sylvia Beach Hotel. I had more fun there in their bathroom than I had the whole time I was married. (roll eyes… lol)

I guess you had to be there. It must be the most famous Tropic of Cancer bathroom in the whole world. They had quotes by my favorite author, Melville, and much more, even a book to sign!
I am in love with The Sylvia Beach Hotel. I’ll stay there Sunday and maybe Monday nights. Breakfast was bumpy, two men ran the place, I think they need a woman there real bad.

I visited with a woman who owned a place in the beach, but the price was way high for me..So I called Yachats, and my favorite cottage there and was offered a great deal I couldn’t refuse. I have an A frame with a great view by the beach for 80.00 a night. I had wanted to stay at The Sylvia but the writers conference had it all reserved.
So, here I am with my own wood burning stove, and 4 ravens out side mating , and fighting, and generally entertaining me.

The tide is high again, or coming back in, I think, it looks full, so at the next low tide, I have to go collect agates.

The air is brisk, the sun is warm, and I am on a porch swing inside, and a shame at that, because it is a perfect perfect day. I shopped and got some eggs, bacon, yogurt, muscato, bread, coffee, tea, and I still have me… I am my sunshine…
I am wrapping up and going out on the porch for fresh air and sunshine. It is just 1:22 pm It has been a long beautiful two days. My last nap has worn off and it’s cat nap time again.


oh and I saw An Elk last night as big as a Moose..at the Elk crossing, of course.
Over and out all…
Photos will be aded later..