native flora

I'm pretty sure this is camas - the camas root is edible and formed a dietary staple for the indigenous population.

I looked at this and the first thing that came to mind was "dog-lilly" but heaven only knows what it's really called. TW? Can you help on this one.

Busy week. Tuesday I dressed for work in pink sweater, black skirt, black tights, black shoes, and felt I had pulled myself together quite nicely. Got out of the car and into the natural light and saw that I was wearing navy blue tights. And the college bookstore does not carry panty hose. Evidently, if you are stodgy enough to wear pantyhose, you have the sense to carry a back-up pair.

So I got home, changed at top speed and we went to MJ and RW''s home for a "friend raising" dinner to get us involved with Clackamas Community College's new scholarship fond for families of serving military. We met fascinating people! RW and MJ know some heavy hitters. RW even introduced me to the president of the college. My ultimate boss as it were. I curtsied. (As a part-timer, I am completely off her radar. she was most polite and gracious! ) One gal was wandering around getting photos. RW made me pose nice like a grownup. I CAN act like a grownup when I have to, but the strain was dreadful. they had an awesome buffet set up and I snapped under the pressure and threw myself on the garlic bread and olive tappenade. I also punished the roasted vegetable tray a lot. I wolfed down a clove of elephant garlic about the size of a cat's paw, only to find that it hadn't gotten gompletely roasted. And THAT was such a shock that when the young lady offering wine came buy, I took a glass. And then I attacked the petite fours. The carnage was dreadful. I did not wind up hunkered under the table with the pastry platter, but it was a near thing.

And for some reason, when I got home, I had indegestion. I wound up chewing tums and sitting up in the recliner for several hours, waiting for that garlic to quit asserting itself.

Wednesday, blear-eyed, I took a GED test to the jail. I always dress very warmly when I go there, because usually My fingertips turn blue and my bones get chilled. Wednesday, they had the heat on. I had to get up and walk around to keep from nodding off. There's a world map posted on one wall that I find constantly entertaining. I dream about Islands like the Seychelles. What is life like on the Falklands? Just where IS Kyrgistan? I really ought to subscribe to National Geographic Magazine again. For a while there, it seemed that every time you got a new copy, they were showing you graphic photos of some other creature being hunted int o extinction. I hit my limit for dead elephants, and let the subscription lapse. I'm all for saving the elephants. I just don't want to look at any more dead ones. but I remember fondly the issues that sent photographer and reporter to the ends of the earth and the wonderful stories they told. Yep, time to re-subscrribe.

As you can see, I'm still babbelling tired, and since I have nothing scheduled for today, I think I'll take a nap. No work ethic what-so-ever!