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April 23rd, 2009

Does anyone remember the post that Pioneer Woman wrote a while back about how fast her son was?

 

I have to admit that it was difficult for me to understand what she meant. Who exactly was her son beating in all these races? His one male cousin? His sisters? His baby brother? I suggested to Ree that perhaps she should take her boy up to the local public school playground and test him out during a morning recess. Then perhaps she could have bragging rights about her son’s speed.

At least, that’s what I thought until I met him face to face…

Or face to vibrating air molecules…

 

All four of the kids dropped by the lodge for a few minutes on Saturday night during out last meal at the lodge.  The girls tread softly up to the table with sweet, shy smiles…

The baby immediately crawled all over his mom… 

 

 

 

 

 

…and then there was this orange blur… this orange blur, with blond hair and devastating dimples.  

He existed only as a momentary flash of light …

…and then he was gone.

The Oracle Tours the Lodge

April 22nd, 2009

 

I am an architecture junkie.

I love houses and well designed buildings.

I love old derelict homes on abandoned highways sagging from neglect and misuse and I always want to hitch them to my car, drag them home and fix them up again.

I love new buildings too… the way they smell… how everything is still so clean… looking over the choices that the designers made and making note of great ideas for future reference.

So when the opportunity came to spend a weekend at Pioneer Woman’s lodge, I was very excited to meet the building in person.

It did not disappoint me.

 

 

My original plan was to snap a few photos of my favorite things about the lodge.

 

 

 


And then I would write a little snippet of why I loved this particular element so much. For instance, I love this door… I love it because… uh… I love it because… because… uh… well… because… it is so beautiful!

Is that a good reason?

 

 

 


I also this fireplace because clearly… again… very, very beautiful…

 

 

 


The way the light spills across the floor in this one little spot.

I have a thing for light spilling across a floor.

Maybe it is because of all those motes that give a person like me literally hours of viewing pleasure.

 

 

When the Oracle Known as Steve got wind of my simple idea for a tour of P-Dub’s lodge, he was none too pleased.

 

 

 


After all, The Oracle  is a mild mannered architect by day

and he wanted to know more than just how beautiful everything was at the lodge.

 

 

 


He demanded surveys, and pie charts, and a historical census of all the buildings in the area.

 

 


He wanted to know about the water table and the outcroppings and the ratio of people to cows.

 

 

 


I tried to make him happy. I tried to accommodate his need for fluffy, fervent, high falutin’, factoids.

 

 

“There are twenty two million cows to every half person out here.” I said.

“There are no water tables, but there are a few tables made of wood!” I pleaded.

“I can’t give you a pie chart, but I can give you a piece of pie if you will stop asking me questions I can’t answer!”

The Oracle grew quiet. He was clearly disappointed in me, but he seemed to sense that his profound need for information was not going to be met by an ordinary human such as I.

He sighed, “Alright then… I’ll take a piece of coconut cream pie and a cup of coffee… I guess” and he shrugged sadly, as he headed to the bathroom.

I wept with relief.

 

 

 

And then he yelled to me from the ‘little room’…

“Can you at least tell me, of what material these bathroom floors are made?”

(The Oracle is very good about not ending a sentence in a preposition.)

“I don’t know… but aren’t they beauti…” I yelled back and then stopped myself…and then with as much confidence as I could muster, I shouted down the hall…“they look just like limestone, but I think they are stained concrete!” 

“Wow!” the Oracle said, “They are really beautiful.”

“Yes, I replied, “I know.”

After we got back from ‘calf wrestling‘, it was time to make some breakfast.  I found a cast iron pan in a cabinet, and started frying up some bacon on the island cooktop.  There were a lot of people to feed, so someone set another cast iron pan on the stove and I filled it with a second package of bacon.  A few minutes later, Marlboro Man entered the lodge, assessed the situation and felt that we oughtta move the bacon to the ‘other’ stove top as there was no ventilation on the stove we were using.  So we moved the two pans.  After that, Marlboro Man stayed pretty close to the bacon process.  After watching us ‘wrestle calves’ and then discovering us using the wrong stove to cook bacon, he did not seem to really trust us around the open flame on the gas stove.  I can’t really say that I blame him.  He is very comfortable in the kitchen by the way.  He cooked right along side Ree throughout the weekend.  Maybe she should have a section called ‘Marlboro Man Cooks’.

 

 

I wanted to post a few photos of MM and P-Dub together, because we never get to see the two of them together.  

 

 

 

 

 

And this is when Clay explained the internet to Pioneer Woman.  

I think she is seeing all sorts of possibilities.

 

 

 

 

I finally have all the contest winners announced in the various sections.  

Go see if you won anything!

 


Tomorrow afternoon, the Oracle Known as Steve tours the lodge.