eventful

Getting back into my morning routine takes several cups of hot water and a few pauses for reflection. It’s been a full spate of days.

What can I say better about the time spent with my hubby than this?

For being a nice, breakfast-in-bed sort, I let him browse flying machines to his heart’s delight.

Always fun to imagine more power.

We imagined history, too, with a tour of the home in Newberg, Oregon where Herbert Hoover lived during part of his childhood.

Besides history, Newberg is also home to my editor acquaintance, Lisa, who’s becoming a good friend.

Lisa told Tim she had been eager to meet a literary character. Later, I asked Tim what he thought of being called that. He said it was interesting, as it was the first time someone had dubbed him literary. Plenty of times before, he noted, he’s just been called a character.

We wandered on home, down 99W, pausing whenever a clutch of little shops caught our fancy. I liked this one’s floor.

Next day, it was time for the Timinator, as he sometimes calls himself, to meet the latest Terminator, still playing at our local budget theater.

Unfortunately, Tim got called away a half hour into the movie. Fortunately, I’d ridden there with Tim’s sister, plus, the movie was good. This fourth one does everything the third one failed to, and I won’t mind seeing it again with Tim.

His sister, Stephanie, has been visiting from New York. She noticed, on Saturday, that a local bar called the Starlight Lounge was having a tribute to another iconic sci fi franchise.

I’ll leave you with a parting shot of the man I adore, enjoying a moment beside an actual dress uniform of Starbuck’s, auctioned off after the series ended.

Tim went on to wow the, ahem, slightly geeky bar crowd with a dazzling gadget. Of course, he’d happened to bring along his sonic screwdriver.