Look who’s here!

Hooray! My long-awaited Hudson Taylor CDs are here! The EP has been on Spotify for a few days already, but having it in hand makes it real, somehow.

Here’s my quick review (rundown?) of the Feel It Again EP.

“Run With Me” – If I hadn’t already  liked the song, the adorable video would have won me over. Rescue dogs. A VW camper van. Harry in a headband. What’s not to like? The song gets stuck in your head quite nicely, too.

“Easy Baby” – This is the one I’m least familiar with, so I’m going to have to listen a few more times and let you know later.

“Travellin'” – I love this song. I have a whole story made up in my head about it, that Alfie wrote it about Gabrielle (his love) and being a traveling musician (his other love), and how she encourages him to go on the road (and she knows how important it is for him because she is a touring musician as well). *Sigh* It’s so sweet. And on tour, Alfie sang, “Here I am, in Portland, Oregon!” which was a very nice touch.

“Old Soul” – This is slow and beautiful and dreamy. The video is so, so good; it shows Harry and Alfie walking and busking through Europe, Harry being silly and Alfie mostly serious. It’s funny; ever since I met him more than four years ago — when he wasn’t even old enough to drink — I’ve described Alfie as an “old man.” He just has this kind manner and seems so incredibly sweet, like a doting old granddad. It’s hard to describe. I mean it as a tremendous compliment.

“Feel It Again” – When I first heard this, months ago, I thought, “Wow, they are going in a whole new direction!” It was such a bigger sound than anything on the first album. The video is pretty (but silly) and the song is incredibly catchy.

So that’s the record! Signed and everything; I’m getting quite the collection. I can’t wait until they come back to Portland with a full band and play all these songs live.

House hunting

As I mentioned a while back, I’ve been haunting Zillow lately, looking for our next house. This afternoon, I went to look at one with Natalie, our real estate agent.

It was not the house we planned to see. That adorable house had been listed yesterday, inconceivably, at $419,000, and I wondered if the sellers were trying to start a bidding war. When Natalie finally reached them the next day, they admitted that they’d listed it for the wrong price: It was actually $729,000. Don’t even ask me how they could have made such a massive error. Needless to say, we moved on.

The house we did see was great. They’d completely remodeled the kitchen, taking down a wall to form a great room. They did an excellent job.

It was a perfect one-level, with bedrooms at one end and a huge family room at the other which reminded me of our basement. It had A/C, newer roof, windows, furnace, carpet, wood floors — the whole kit and kaboodle. It was well-priced, too.

But it was too far out for where we want to be as long as we are still working. Well, David, really. He’s got such a short commute that more than doubling it probably seems onerous, though it’s probably under 20 minutes each way. (‘m 🚊 to a* g Fell asleep writing this, sorry! Thought I’d leave the ghost typing, just for fun.)

I don’t think we’ll be moving there, sadly.  We need to get our financial ducks in a row. We really need to purge our things down to a reasonable number. But seeing the “perfect” house made that process more real, somehow. Now, as I sort through things, I can picture the hypothetical rooms they will be destined for. And if I can’t find a space for them in the little home in my mind, then they obviously need to go.

Which means I’ve got a ton of scrapbooking to do in my immediate future.

Sidewalks of New York

Quinland has been enjoying a pre-break Spring Break this week, as a parade of good friends has come to visit him in New York on their breaks.

Today, he and Gracie (visiting from Portland) and Alejandro (visiting from Ohio) went to the Museum of Natural History and then to beautiful (and snowy!) Central Park. Then, as they were just walking along through New York, they randomly bumped into Sofia, another friend from Portland who goes to school in the city.

This is a perfectly normal thing because the Borough of Manhattan has a mere 1.6 million people, and Q knows at least 10 of them. With those odds, he can expect to run into somebody he knows just about any time he goes into the city.

(I still can’t get over it.)