Beautiful grey

Its been raining almost non-stop since I returned from Mexico. I knew it had been wet when I saw the view from the commuter plane while landing in the Eugene airport. Clouds stuck to the valley floor like Elmer’s glue. Sheep trapped in fields of mud. Clay-colored river running through it. Bright green grass and snowy summits.

I drove my car to Spanish night on Thursday. Just barely made it to the gas station. The ol’Subaru coughed and jerked to a stall at the tanks.

We had a crowd at Neil’s for Spanish night. Jenny, Susan, Bill, Eve, and I enjoyed Neil’s cooking and the company. Everyone but Neil felt especially rusty. I guess he really has been doing his homework.

I was really impressed with the first bottle of wine from the Cascadia Wildlands Project Holiday Auction: 2004 Que Syrah from Boheme in the Sonoma Coast. So impressed I came home and fell sleep. Laura was not impressed.