Spokane and the beloved Chalet!!!
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angelakAT LAST:
I update at last.
This weekend was interesting. Went to Lianna’s place, in Spokane. Was warm. Not too warm. But I think half of the time I was dehydrated. The weekend began by dropping off Fritz with mom. I didn’t even go in and say hi to mom because I was in such a hurry *sigh*. Steve dropped him off. I was hungry. We got food. Realized I left my birth control pills at home, had to double back.
Goody. It was 8 by the time we headed out. We got to Spokane late. I was tired. It had been a long day, up at 6... working till 6.... leave almost immediately to get the dog dropped off, come back, head out at 8, get there 11:30ish. Talked with Peggy and Lianna until nearly 1... was so exhausted from too much road and too much work.
Set up the tent, eventually crashed into it. The weekend mostly felt stressful, more than anything. I couldn’t feel comfortable really. It wasn’t just the heat for me.
The good things: The lovely design of the old house and the chalet. Absolutely beautiful, in both senses historically and aesthetically. The stone work had me in amazement. Beautiful. The property itself spoke many unheard tales to me. The energy of the house, the well, the basalt columns, and the big meadow... just sucked me in, and I began dreaming of the days gone by when this place was surrounded by family, people, and much gathering. A bustling business in it’s day—the phantoms of the past, held within the large A-frame greenhouses. The hundreds of old pots... the stone planters her grandfather had made. It was this intoxication to me. It spoke so loudly to my heart, my mind, my soul, to be in this place. To see the old stone of the original house, and the stone that her family had laid. To imagine the old dirt road before it got paved by the county. Gazing on the barn, the playhouse, the shed...
The pictures she showed me were fun. It brought all these whisperings to life. It was all so rich, full of history. Colorful to me. Inspiring. It made me want to bring it to life again.
Other good things included the parks we visited. We visited Riverside park, and the arboretum...and another little park. We sat and talked at the riverside park, and I think aside from experiencing the piece of property itself, was my favorite part.
The shade by Spokane River.
But it seemed the more I was in the heat of the Eastern Washington, the less hydrated I became. I wasn’t altogether aware of it until I was dying of thirst.
She also showed us her dad’s place. This was another place that enchanted Steve and I. It was a really awesome brick house. It looked smaller than it really was. It had a main floor, quite humble and clean. It then had a basement with a ton of room and small little storage rooms. It had a loft. Lovely looking! The house spoke it’s own story. We both liked it very much. We were glad she brought us there and showed us this place. It was good to get background of Lianna’s life the past couple of years.
Onto a few reasons why I didn’t feel comfortable [no offence, this is just pure fact.]:
• I didn’t drink enough, my fault... [it made me tired, incoherent, altogether uncomfortable].
• Inside the Chalet [beautiful, beautiful] was overly stuffy and seemed to suffocate me
• [Outdoor heat is tolerable... un-breathed heat in a house... bothers me.]
• The idea that guests should make the plans about an area that they know very little of.
• The 100% leashed dog in the house
• Moodiness.
• The incessant, “Rufus, you’re so obnoxious,” comments.
• Keeping the dog away from the cats. Unfortunately the more you keep Rufus from the cats, the more frustrated he seems to get... he always got to play with our kitties as though they were siblings. He was gentle, or they shredded his nose to bits... either way it worked.
• The assumption that I wouldn’t pick up after my dog?
• The lack of food, except for cereal...[I actually love cereal...] [no one’s fault]
• Feeling as though Steve was slightly unwelcome at times.
• Feeling the distinct need to leave the next morning, and feeling grossly guilty for it.
• Lianna’s discomfort at times.
Good things:
• Steve.
• The shade.
• Lianna’s beautiful property.
• Peggy, for listening.
• Lianna, for listening.
• Steve, for listening.
• Having enough money, to even reluctantly, buy fast food.
• Air conditioner in the Camaro.
• The back room in Lianna’s house, to keep Rufus in, and keep him cool [off leash.]
• The Chalet, for the experience it gave me. [oooo, lovely energy. Sparkley!!]
• The pictures, the history.
• The parks.
• Getting to know Peggy a little bit more every time I see her.
• The cute new addition to the household [grey tabby cat.] Xerces [can’t spell it.]
• Giggling at the usual wide-eyed, cautious, Pandora.
• Peggy’s insane doggie.
• Sitting in the shade with Steve Sunday morning, talking, relating, getting along. Feeling loved and loving, equally.
• Talking to Lianna.
• Seeing Lianna’s life, and why things are so special.
• People like me enough to want to spend time with me.
• Spokane River, for it’s temperature control.
• Steve, for trying so hard at Spokane River to give us time alone. His effort was greatly noticed and appreciated by me.
• Lianna, for listening and not being creeped out by my religious views.
• The fact that Lianna and her family are in care of the land.
• THE STONEWORK. Did I mention the stonework?
So. Let’s see. Saturday morning consisted of waking. Getting hungry. Going to Denny’s, and having a good time.
Then we went to the first park. Hot as hell, till we got to the water. Then we went to the second park, looking for water. Then we went to the arboretum. That was fun! But I was beginning to want to find somewhere really *cool* by then. And I think I was by then---massively dehydrated. Even though I drank the minimal amount of water.
Climbed a tree, wadded in a little creek... saw some pretty sights. Contemplated crashing a wedding nearby.
We drove back to the Chalet. Waited for Peggy to get home. In the sweltering house... it made me very sleepy. Not the good sleepy. The bleh sleepy. So then Peggy got home and we were preparing to send Steve to see a movie. By then he was excited to find air conditioning of any sort. He was hungry. I wasn’t really.
Time passed. Lianna went for a walk, we stayed and chatted with Peggy. I felt like Peggy was just... soothing to talk to. Though, her sister called and we heard about the horse who coliced and died. :X
More relaxed conversation with Peggy. Lianna came back. Steve had missed his movie. I didn’t really care. He was being pleasant company at that time anyway.
We went to the mall. Got food, went to a bookstore. That was good. Except that at the bookstore I began to run down fast. My stomach felt weird, and I wanted to lay down under a table and sleep. We made fun jokes though, and had a good time, and I bought a memory book. We went back to Lianna’s. I wanted nothing more than to stumble into my tent and sleep. I felt that sick. But instead... I didn’t want to be rude or run off... I sat inside the Chalet and we began to visit. Steve somehow got moody, and left because I was “being mean to him.” He threw his shoe at me and called me a “skank,” for the second time during the weekend. I wasn’t pleased with that. Either time.
I told him at a much later time, how much it bothered me. He apologized and all is well. He probably won’t make that kind of comment again, seeing as he knows now that it’s really *not* cool to me.
I talked with the girls for another hour or two. Heard about some cool stuph Lianna is becoming involved in. I’m very happy for her. She needs something cool. Especially since it IS a community, Peggy also seems interested, and seriously... speaking from experience, if you’re lonely... the best place to change that is to find a community with people who you can relate/get to know. So, I think this indicates a very healthy outlet for Lianna. YEAY!!!
Um. What else? Hm. Went to bed absolutely exhausted. The next morning left me feeling rested, but restless to go home and away from the heat and the sweat and my grossness.
I had the inclination that ALL I wanted, was my home. And I missed Fritz a lot for some reason.
The drive home was great. Except for one thing. But I don’t feel like discussing that on LJ because currently I’m pretending it never happened. Don’t ask, don’t ask, and don’t ask. Even miss blabber-mouth; Angela, is allowed to have some level of privacy.
We got home and yeay!~ Took a shower almost first thing. Hung out with Steve 1 on 1... it was good.
That outlines the basic trip to Spokane. Yeay for trips and seeing the old-good-best-friends. Got to love Lianna. And even as I am away from the Chalet, I feel I am still imprinted with the place and it’s authentic beauty.
*deep sigh*
This popped into my head while editing parts of this :
"Holy well and sacred flame... inspiration is her name."
Steve and I may have some cool ideas that we’ll discuss further in regards to the inspiration that the Chalet had on both of us. But. First I have to find any/all logistics and interest in the subject.
The place needs seriously to be restored.
If we can make that happen.... [Steve and I...] well, that’s all I’ll say on the topic. No one can get their hopes up if I’m insanely vague.
Yeay for Lianna.
Yeay for the Chalet.
-Angela
I update at last.
This weekend was interesting. Went to Lianna’s place, in Spokane. Was warm. Not too warm. But I think half of the time I was dehydrated. The weekend began by dropping off Fritz with mom. I didn’t even go in and say hi to mom because I was in such a hurry *sigh*. Steve dropped him off. I was hungry. We got food. Realized I left my birth control pills at home, had to double back.
Goody. It was 8 by the time we headed out. We got to Spokane late. I was tired. It had been a long day, up at 6... working till 6.... leave almost immediately to get the dog dropped off, come back, head out at 8, get there 11:30ish. Talked with Peggy and Lianna until nearly 1... was so exhausted from too much road and too much work.
Set up the tent, eventually crashed into it. The weekend mostly felt stressful, more than anything. I couldn’t feel comfortable really. It wasn’t just the heat for me.
The good things: The lovely design of the old house and the chalet. Absolutely beautiful, in both senses historically and aesthetically. The stone work had me in amazement. Beautiful. The property itself spoke many unheard tales to me. The energy of the house, the well, the basalt columns, and the big meadow... just sucked me in, and I began dreaming of the days gone by when this place was surrounded by family, people, and much gathering. A bustling business in it’s day—the phantoms of the past, held within the large A-frame greenhouses. The hundreds of old pots... the stone planters her grandfather had made. It was this intoxication to me. It spoke so loudly to my heart, my mind, my soul, to be in this place. To see the old stone of the original house, and the stone that her family had laid. To imagine the old dirt road before it got paved by the county. Gazing on the barn, the playhouse, the shed...
The pictures she showed me were fun. It brought all these whisperings to life. It was all so rich, full of history. Colorful to me. Inspiring. It made me want to bring it to life again.
Other good things included the parks we visited. We visited Riverside park, and the arboretum...and another little park. We sat and talked at the riverside park, and I think aside from experiencing the piece of property itself, was my favorite part.
The shade by Spokane River.
But it seemed the more I was in the heat of the Eastern Washington, the less hydrated I became. I wasn’t altogether aware of it until I was dying of thirst.
She also showed us her dad’s place. This was another place that enchanted Steve and I. It was a really awesome brick house. It looked smaller than it really was. It had a main floor, quite humble and clean. It then had a basement with a ton of room and small little storage rooms. It had a loft. Lovely looking! The house spoke it’s own story. We both liked it very much. We were glad she brought us there and showed us this place. It was good to get background of Lianna’s life the past couple of years.
Onto a few reasons why I didn’t feel comfortable [no offence, this is just pure fact.]:
• I didn’t drink enough, my fault... [it made me tired, incoherent, altogether uncomfortable].
• Inside the Chalet [beautiful, beautiful] was overly stuffy and seemed to suffocate me
• [Outdoor heat is tolerable... un-breathed heat in a house... bothers me.]
• The idea that guests should make the plans about an area that they know very little of.
• The 100% leashed dog in the house
• Moodiness.
• The incessant, “Rufus, you’re so obnoxious,” comments.
• Keeping the dog away from the cats. Unfortunately the more you keep Rufus from the cats, the more frustrated he seems to get... he always got to play with our kitties as though they were siblings. He was gentle, or they shredded his nose to bits... either way it worked.
• The assumption that I wouldn’t pick up after my dog?
• The lack of food, except for cereal...[I actually love cereal...] [no one’s fault]
• Feeling as though Steve was slightly unwelcome at times.
• Feeling the distinct need to leave the next morning, and feeling grossly guilty for it.
• Lianna’s discomfort at times.
Good things:
• Steve.
• The shade.
• Lianna’s beautiful property.
• Peggy, for listening.
• Lianna, for listening.
• Steve, for listening.
• Having enough money, to even reluctantly, buy fast food.
• Air conditioner in the Camaro.
• The back room in Lianna’s house, to keep Rufus in, and keep him cool [off leash.]
• The Chalet, for the experience it gave me. [oooo, lovely energy. Sparkley!!]
• The pictures, the history.
• The parks.
• Getting to know Peggy a little bit more every time I see her.
• The cute new addition to the household [grey tabby cat.] Xerces [can’t spell it.]
• Giggling at the usual wide-eyed, cautious, Pandora.
• Peggy’s insane doggie.
• Sitting in the shade with Steve Sunday morning, talking, relating, getting along. Feeling loved and loving, equally.
• Talking to Lianna.
• Seeing Lianna’s life, and why things are so special.
• People like me enough to want to spend time with me.
• Spokane River, for it’s temperature control.
• Steve, for trying so hard at Spokane River to give us time alone. His effort was greatly noticed and appreciated by me.
• Lianna, for listening and not being creeped out by my religious views.
• The fact that Lianna and her family are in care of the land.
• THE STONEWORK. Did I mention the stonework?
So. Let’s see. Saturday morning consisted of waking. Getting hungry. Going to Denny’s, and having a good time.
Then we went to the first park. Hot as hell, till we got to the water. Then we went to the second park, looking for water. Then we went to the arboretum. That was fun! But I was beginning to want to find somewhere really *cool* by then. And I think I was by then---massively dehydrated. Even though I drank the minimal amount of water.
Climbed a tree, wadded in a little creek... saw some pretty sights. Contemplated crashing a wedding nearby.
We drove back to the Chalet. Waited for Peggy to get home. In the sweltering house... it made me very sleepy. Not the good sleepy. The bleh sleepy. So then Peggy got home and we were preparing to send Steve to see a movie. By then he was excited to find air conditioning of any sort. He was hungry. I wasn’t really.
Time passed. Lianna went for a walk, we stayed and chatted with Peggy. I felt like Peggy was just... soothing to talk to. Though, her sister called and we heard about the horse who coliced and died. :X
More relaxed conversation with Peggy. Lianna came back. Steve had missed his movie. I didn’t really care. He was being pleasant company at that time anyway.
We went to the mall. Got food, went to a bookstore. That was good. Except that at the bookstore I began to run down fast. My stomach felt weird, and I wanted to lay down under a table and sleep. We made fun jokes though, and had a good time, and I bought a memory book. We went back to Lianna’s. I wanted nothing more than to stumble into my tent and sleep. I felt that sick. But instead... I didn’t want to be rude or run off... I sat inside the Chalet and we began to visit. Steve somehow got moody, and left because I was “being mean to him.” He threw his shoe at me and called me a “skank,” for the second time during the weekend. I wasn’t pleased with that. Either time.
I told him at a much later time, how much it bothered me. He apologized and all is well. He probably won’t make that kind of comment again, seeing as he knows now that it’s really *not* cool to me.
I talked with the girls for another hour or two. Heard about some cool stuph Lianna is becoming involved in. I’m very happy for her. She needs something cool. Especially since it IS a community, Peggy also seems interested, and seriously... speaking from experience, if you’re lonely... the best place to change that is to find a community with people who you can relate/get to know. So, I think this indicates a very healthy outlet for Lianna. YEAY!!!
Um. What else? Hm. Went to bed absolutely exhausted. The next morning left me feeling rested, but restless to go home and away from the heat and the sweat and my grossness.
I had the inclination that ALL I wanted, was my home. And I missed Fritz a lot for some reason.
The drive home was great. Except for one thing. But I don’t feel like discussing that on LJ because currently I’m pretending it never happened. Don’t ask, don’t ask, and don’t ask. Even miss blabber-mouth; Angela, is allowed to have some level of privacy.
We got home and yeay!~ Took a shower almost first thing. Hung out with Steve 1 on 1... it was good.
That outlines the basic trip to Spokane. Yeay for trips and seeing the old-good-best-friends. Got to love Lianna. And even as I am away from the Chalet, I feel I am still imprinted with the place and it’s authentic beauty.
*deep sigh*
This popped into my head while editing parts of this :
"Holy well and sacred flame... inspiration is her name."
Steve and I may have some cool ideas that we’ll discuss further in regards to the inspiration that the Chalet had on both of us. But. First I have to find any/all logistics and interest in the subject.
The place needs seriously to be restored.
If we can make that happen.... [Steve and I...] well, that’s all I’ll say on the topic. No one can get their hopes up if I’m insanely vague.
Yeay for Lianna.
Yeay for the Chalet.
-Angela
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Date: 2004-08-04 09:57 am (UTC)Bless our hands, our head, our heart
Source of healing, song, and art.
The song...
Date: 2004-08-04 09:58 am (UTC)and I like it!
-Angela
Ah ha
Date: 2004-08-04 01:07 pm (UTC)~Lb
Re: Ah ha
Date: 2004-08-04 02:03 pm (UTC)-Angela