Rainy Afternoon

There's some mystical synergy between drizzling misty rain, nostalgic music, and cozy throws in a deep cushy chair. When you put them all together for an afternoon it's like some magic has been sprinkled in the air. An escape to another era, a relaxing of mind and muscle. Throw in a good book and a pot of tea or Scharffenburger cocoa, and you may not want to wiggle a finger for a couple of hours or more. Oh, you have to have warm wooly socks on, no shoes. And a stuffed animal is mandatory.

This is what you find at Goose Alley B&B, better known as Anne and Matt's cozy townhouse. They manage to recreate this atmosphere where ever they live. I'm lucky to live within a short 90 minute drive or two-hour bus ride now, and boy do I take advantage of the opportunities!



This antique radio is a prize - it only plays one station, and it happens to be oldies! Anne and Matt can tell you the story behind it. Be sure Matt gives you the tour of the innards of this old beauty.

Here's another old jewel living at Goose Alley. It works, too! Wind up that handle, and out comes glorious old tunes from the records that Anne and Matt found in the bottom compartment.

There's no volume adjustment, so you get to enjoy mildly scratchy music at a volume that makes you listen and not chatter over it. Enjoy it or else!

The owner of the album was a music lover who had the foresight to write down the composers and titles of the records - what a treat! We listened to the Nutcracker and reminesced about watching the classic ballet at different venues over the years. Anne already has their tickets for this year in Portland, lucky duck.

For anyone who has never seen one of these, it's a vinyl recording. The only thing older would be wax cylinders!

If you happen to stay over night, you might wake up to Bing crooning "White Christmas."

Matt delivers warm buttered toast and steaming tea on request, right to your chair. Ahhh...the life!

I never have complained about Oregon rain - I love it. Because of memories like this.

Bring on the shades of grey drizzle - when we get through with our stroll in the mist, we know where to go~!