People often think of January or spring as high seasons for home organization. But for those of us with school-age kids, late summer is prime time to clear excess and create a better system to handle what’s left and what’s on the way.
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Some baby boomers are purging their possessions and swapping traditional homes for modern condos.
Olive tapenade, an earthy, salty paste of olives, capers, anchovies, garlic and other flavorings, is easy to find jarred in specialty shops. But when you whip up a batch yourself at home, the flavors pop in a surprising way that makes you never want to buy it in a jar again.
My day starts with coffee. I’m too cheap to buy it by the cup from baristas, so I just brew my own Folgers by the pot. I have a cup or two as I settle into work each morning, and another cup — sometimes two — in the early afternoon. That may not be wise for a chronic insomniac like myself, but it’s a lifelong habit that at this point would be quite tough to break.
They have names like Jolly Elf, Indigo Rose, Orange Fizz, Baby Cakes and Cherry Buzz. They come in stop-sign red, deep ruby, golden yellow, chocolate brown and pale orange. They can look like a big gum ball or a plump olive.
The call of Grays Harbor’s past lured mother and son, Gene Woodwick and Brian Woodwick, into a forest of old and new photographs to produce “Logging in Grays Harbor,” their new book.
D ear Abby: In short, my son is a klutz — to the point that it affects his self-confidence. He’s different from everyone else in the family.
Sooner or later in long-term therapy, most adult patients will drift — or dive — toward their family history. They begin to take a more comprehensive, more honest and accurate inventory of realities they faced as children. The strengths and weaknesses, health and unhealth, justice and injustice of the families in which they were reared. Because all families have some combination of all of those things.
Dear Abby: I adore my son-in-law, “Tom.” He’s a wonderful husband to our daughter. He’s always inviting us to dinner along with his parents and family. We get along with them, but can’t stand how they treat Tom. We have never seen parents treat their children the way they treat him — especially the father. Tom is practically begging for his approval and attention on a daily basis.
Dear Abby: I am a woman in my 30s. Every morning I walk my dog in the park near my house. Each morning I see the same maintenance man in the park and he stares at me in a way that makes me uncomfortable. I have tried saying “Good morning,” but he doesn’t reply and just continues to stare.
The first picnickers appeared on the streets of Aberdeen, Hoquiam and Cosmopolis shortly after seven, an odd sight on a Thursday morning in 1914. Clutching picnic baskets, groups headed toward the railroad station in anticipation of the second annual Merchant’s Picnic at Moclips. It was to be a day filled with sports and games, clam digging and dancing, and a free barbecue with the attendees requested only to bring knife, fork, spoon and cup with them.
Most natural disasters in the United States, don’t hit in the summertime. Yes, folks do need to keep their eyes open for forest fires in some places and tornadoes in others.
Anyone who peruses this little column with any degree of regularity has probably figured out by now that I don’t like bad guys. In fact, I don’t like them a LOT!
Longtime Raymond High School sports public address announcer Doug Allton is retiring after 28 years in calling football and boys and girls basketball. He and his wife, Wannette, are planning to tour the country after she retires in August. A resident of Willapa Harbor for 37 years and a former employee of Bud’s Lumber and Harbor Saw &Supply, among other companies, Allton coached youth baseball, from Little League to Babe Ruth, for 20 years, and spent five years broadcasting Willapa Harbor high school sports. The 68-year-old Allton has three children, son Mike of Westport and daughters LeeAnn and Toni, both of The Dalles, Ore.