Random comments from catching up on the papers:
Tammy Faye Messner. A few years ago, I watched the documentary, The Eyes of Tammy Faye, and gained a whole new sense of what her life was like. I am sorry to hear of her death.
Khmer Rouge - they have finally identified some suspects who are going to go on trial for breaking the Geneva Convention and engaging in genocidal activities from the 1970's. Is it me or is this just mind boggling that it has taken so long?
There was a photo in the Times of John Edwards on his poverty tour. He was surrounded by people and he was reaching out to shake someone's hand. It reminded me so much of photos of RFK on his poverty tour. I know that is probably the image that the Edwards campaign wanted to present and it worked.
Lately, there has been coverage about Tintin in the Congo being rereleased. As a huge Tintin fan, I am a little sensitive about any criticism of Herge. While I don't agree with how people are represented in the book, I also think it is important to look at the book in its historical context. It was written when colonialism was alive and well. Herge was well known for never traveling to the countries he portrayed in his books. I guess I am making excuses but I don't think we should be so quick to judge. Sure, move the book out of the kid's section but give kids some credit. It is a great opportunity to educate kids on how images change over time or how colonialism was a pretty sucky thing. Just sound more intelligent than my last sentence.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Another intercepted bulletin
Spider Headquarters was destroyed by rampaging kitten at 6:46 a.m. Head W Spider is safe and Vice President Spider has been moved to an undisclosed location. Rhode Island comrades have been contacted to see if it is the Kitty of Death. Primary Target #1 and canine were spotted across the street. Primary Target was seen pointing kitten out to canine and threatening a new resident into #314 if canine didn't perform to standards. Kitten was detected as being a little too happy as it bounded through the headquarters that are disguised as bushes.
Bulletin intercepted
I will let their "electronic bulletin" explain everything:
Two unsuccessful spying missions
First was the death of Agent 33445 on Sunday evening and now there are reports that Agent 00999 also met its untimely death on Tuesday morning at 6:05 a.m. While the deaths are a loss to the spy forces, Head W Spider said defenses continue to be weak in Apartment #314.
On Sunday evening, Agent 33445 was able to enter the apartment without any alarms being set off by the canine. During the mission, the Agent was able to place tracking devices and draw more detailed maps of the enemy territory. Primary Target #1 spotted the Agent and alarmed other Human visitors to its presence. They failed on the first attempt of its life as Spider training taught the Agent how to avoid the "Defense by Long Objects" method. As the Agent reported an hour later, it had been rediscovered by Primary Target who again asked for back-up from the other humans. The Agent's last known communication to headquarters was that a very tall human was approaching it with a paper towel. This event happened on the Northwest battlefield.
A few minutes ago, Agent 00999 met its death by the hand of Primary Target. This Agent was able to successfully monitor events from the battlefield of running water. Canine was again noted as a weak defense because canine was in the room at the same time as Primary Target was immersed in water. 10 minutes later, the Agent was discovered and quickly murdered. Trainers of Agent Academy responded, "We still need to train our Agents more effectively in the quick reflexes of humans." It was also noted that this Agent had been more intrigued by looking at its reflection in the mirror surface, which further disoriented it as it made its way across the wall. Mirrors will now be used in battlefield training. Canine had left the room by the time of the Agent's death.
A rattled Primary Target was seen leaving battlefield.
Two unsuccessful spying missions
First was the death of Agent 33445 on Sunday evening and now there are reports that Agent 00999 also met its untimely death on Tuesday morning at 6:05 a.m. While the deaths are a loss to the spy forces, Head W Spider said defenses continue to be weak in Apartment #314.
On Sunday evening, Agent 33445 was able to enter the apartment without any alarms being set off by the canine. During the mission, the Agent was able to place tracking devices and draw more detailed maps of the enemy territory. Primary Target #1 spotted the Agent and alarmed other Human visitors to its presence. They failed on the first attempt of its life as Spider training taught the Agent how to avoid the "Defense by Long Objects" method. As the Agent reported an hour later, it had been rediscovered by Primary Target who again asked for back-up from the other humans. The Agent's last known communication to headquarters was that a very tall human was approaching it with a paper towel. This event happened on the Northwest battlefield.
A few minutes ago, Agent 00999 met its death by the hand of Primary Target. This Agent was able to successfully monitor events from the battlefield of running water. Canine was again noted as a weak defense because canine was in the room at the same time as Primary Target was immersed in water. 10 minutes later, the Agent was discovered and quickly murdered. Trainers of Agent Academy responded, "We still need to train our Agents more effectively in the quick reflexes of humans." It was also noted that this Agent had been more intrigued by looking at its reflection in the mirror surface, which further disoriented it as it made its way across the wall. Mirrors will now be used in battlefield training. Canine had left the room by the time of the Agent's death.
A rattled Primary Target was seen leaving battlefield.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Oscar the Cat
When I walked out this morning with my sister to walk Elston and saw the headline on The Oregonian that said:
"Death Kitty: Your Friend to the End"
I thought the paper was going downhill even more. Next to a blow-up photo of the cat, I wondered what was going on. In finer print it said, "When Oscar the cat curls up next to a patient at the Rhode Island hospice where he resides, death follows in a few hours.."
My copy of the Oregonian had a smaller headline and a different photo that said:
"At nursing home, death comes on little cat feet"
We thought this was a bizarre thing for front page news except it is the big press all over - NY Times, Chicago Tribune etc. Follow the link to the Yahoo article.
I just have this image of patients freaking out when they see the cat coming into their room. I know the article says most patients are too ill but what about the times they just cross paths? As John (brother-in-law) said, it is the cat nip reaper.
"Death Kitty: Your Friend to the End"
I thought the paper was going downhill even more. Next to a blow-up photo of the cat, I wondered what was going on. In finer print it said, "When Oscar the cat curls up next to a patient at the Rhode Island hospice where he resides, death follows in a few hours.."
My copy of the Oregonian had a smaller headline and a different photo that said:
"At nursing home, death comes on little cat feet"
We thought this was a bizarre thing for front page news except it is the big press all over - NY Times, Chicago Tribune etc. Follow the link to the Yahoo article.
I just have this image of patients freaking out when they see the cat coming into their room. I know the article says most patients are too ill but what about the times they just cross paths? As John (brother-in-law) said, it is the cat nip reaper.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Revelation
I know - 3 posts in one day. Clearly, I have things on my mind or I am trying to avoid.
But, I can't resist. After the spider incident last week when I almost walked into a web, I decided to change the route I take with Elston. I avoided the last street we take as we head back to the apartment. I realized this morning that was a crazy approach to things. Why was I letting some little fear get in the way of a nice street that is lined with flowers and nice houses? Really!
On our morning walk, I was very aware of any webs crossing over the sidewalk. I stopped a few times and actually admired some of the webs that were close to the sidewalk and had an enemy smack dab in the middle. I noticed the size of one of them compared to all of the others I have seen. Still...there was no panic or shrieking.
This evening, I decided we would walk down the same street. Same enemies were still working on their damn webs. The large one was especially busy as I watched it nearly fall and dangle from its web as it wove some special fancy design. Show off.
But, I took special notice of the webs that were high up in the trees. Really high up. I didn't mind because I would rather have them up there out of sight.
It wasn't until the end of our walk that I looked up one more time at a web with an enemy in the middle. I then looked across the intersection. Yep, it is a look-out. It has a perfect view into my apartment. Here I thought it was a nice gesture on their part to move away from my height and then I find out they are actually spying on me. Uh huh. I have their number. I should take my camera with me tomorrow just to prove it to everyone. I bet if I zoom in enough, you will be able to see their binoculars.
But, I can't resist. After the spider incident last week when I almost walked into a web, I decided to change the route I take with Elston. I avoided the last street we take as we head back to the apartment. I realized this morning that was a crazy approach to things. Why was I letting some little fear get in the way of a nice street that is lined with flowers and nice houses? Really!
On our morning walk, I was very aware of any webs crossing over the sidewalk. I stopped a few times and actually admired some of the webs that were close to the sidewalk and had an enemy smack dab in the middle. I noticed the size of one of them compared to all of the others I have seen. Still...there was no panic or shrieking.
This evening, I decided we would walk down the same street. Same enemies were still working on their damn webs. The large one was especially busy as I watched it nearly fall and dangle from its web as it wove some special fancy design. Show off.
But, I took special notice of the webs that were high up in the trees. Really high up. I didn't mind because I would rather have them up there out of sight.
It wasn't until the end of our walk that I looked up one more time at a web with an enemy in the middle. I then looked across the intersection. Yep, it is a look-out. It has a perfect view into my apartment. Here I thought it was a nice gesture on their part to move away from my height and then I find out they are actually spying on me. Uh huh. I have their number. I should take my camera with me tomorrow just to prove it to everyone. I bet if I zoom in enough, you will be able to see their binoculars.
Book
I rarely do these but here is mine. I don't think I am cold and heartless but I do like the NY comment. Also, this is a little creepy because I just ranted about media.
You're Compassion Fatigue!
by Susan Moeller
You used to care, but now it's just getting too difficult. You cared
about the plight of people in lands near and far, but now the media has bombarded you
with images of suffering to the point that you just don't have the energy to go on.
You've become cold and heartless, as though you'd lived in New York City for a year or
so. But you stand as a serious example to all others that they should turn off their TV
sets and start caring again.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Shout Out
My oldest sister is written up in today's Freeport paper
Anyone who knows Leslie will already know that she is a bright, funny and caring person. What I most admire about her is that she fights for what she believes and has worked so incredibly hard to get where she is today. When I list influential people in my life, she is right there at the top. I still remember years ago going to a community meeting with her and seeing how people respected her. I also kinda like her because she gave me three great nephews.
She will be able to look back on her life and say that she has touched many people. I envy her.
And, she is super scared of centipedes just like me
Anyone who knows Leslie will already know that she is a bright, funny and caring person. What I most admire about her is that she fights for what she believes and has worked so incredibly hard to get where she is today. When I list influential people in my life, she is right there at the top. I still remember years ago going to a community meeting with her and seeing how people respected her. I also kinda like her because she gave me three great nephews.
She will be able to look back on her life and say that she has touched many people. I envy her.
And, she is super scared of centipedes just like me
Monday, July 23, 2007
Crazy Part II
Remember her? This morning she walks up to me and announces that people are crazy because they are at Ikea waiting for the grand opening but they are getting free furniture (really? why was I standing in line for my bus when I could have been getting a new chair for my apartment??). She says it with this little curl of her lip. I waited. Nothing insane comes out.
Then it happens. She doesn't disappoint. She nods to a car that has pulled into the bus area.
CL (crazy lady..I need a name for her): They aren't supposed to have cars around here
Me: Uh huh
CL: Hope a bus pulls in and smashes it to pieces.
Then it happens. She doesn't disappoint. She nods to a car that has pulled into the bus area.
CL (crazy lady..I need a name for her): They aren't supposed to have cars around here
Me: Uh huh
CL: Hope a bus pulls in and smashes it to pieces.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Groceries
As many of you know, I have a thing about grocery stores. I lose all sense of peace of mind and patience when I enter a grocery store. It is legendary. One former relationship ended up in couples counseling and we spent countless sessions discussing my behavior in grocery stores and how a certain someone helped to provoke that behavior. It's been probably 5 years since then and I think I have improved. New Jersey grocery stores tested my patience when I almost regressed into Chicago behavior. At least it was recognized and extreme patience was given to me and the management of our shopping was completely taken over. I am still grateful.
Oregon is better. I can go on my own, stores are larger and better stocked, and there seem to be less triggers. I don't like inept employees, tons of other shoppers, missing items and crowded parking lots. Basic things, right? Surprisingly, I handle Trader Joe's without any problem considering how crowded it is at any given time of the day. They must have some spell they place on the entrance. Fred Meyer's? Okay. Pushing it but okay. New Seasons is probably the best except for one thing. I really, really, really dislike how the cashiers strike up a conversation about my purchases. I don't know if it is company policy or some plot to test me but it annoys me. It feels like an invasion of my privacy but I deal. I can even handle their crowded stores and parking lots.
Today I snapped. I snapped for the first time in years. I had to take a break from Harry Potter to get some stuff for the week. I decided to branch out and go to Safeway. It is a nice, new store and I felt like checking out the quality compared to Fred Meyer's. Even though I had a great morning, I could tell I was getting a little irritable. Still, I was doing okay.
Full cart and last two aisles. A woman kept getting in my way. Everywhere I needed to be, she went. She took up all of the space. Pet peeve #1. Then I was looking at bread choices and someone asked me if I needed help. No, thank you. Moved into the next aisle looking at something else and he asked me if I needed help. Uh, no. Pet peeve #2. I went to the end of the aisle where some young employees were giggling super loud. I left my cart and turned the corner for a few seconds. When I came back, one of them had her hand on my cart.
Me: That is my cart
Employee: Oh, I thought it had been abandoned.
SNAP.
Me in the bitchiest voice humanly possible: Oh because full carts are usually left for less than 15 seconds.
Nice Portland Safeway employee couldn't move. I know. I know. Either I have horrified some of you or you think that is minor compared to what you know I am capable of but it just happened. I felt immediately ashamed for how quickly I lost it and was just rude. But....she was blowing off work. She didn't even notice me in that area with that cart for the few minutes before I walked away? I know. Let it go. Walk away from the anger. Go back to the book. Go back to the book. It could have been worse.
I think I need more caffeine.
Oregon is better. I can go on my own, stores are larger and better stocked, and there seem to be less triggers. I don't like inept employees, tons of other shoppers, missing items and crowded parking lots. Basic things, right? Surprisingly, I handle Trader Joe's without any problem considering how crowded it is at any given time of the day. They must have some spell they place on the entrance. Fred Meyer's? Okay. Pushing it but okay. New Seasons is probably the best except for one thing. I really, really, really dislike how the cashiers strike up a conversation about my purchases. I don't know if it is company policy or some plot to test me but it annoys me. It feels like an invasion of my privacy but I deal. I can even handle their crowded stores and parking lots.
Today I snapped. I snapped for the first time in years. I had to take a break from Harry Potter to get some stuff for the week. I decided to branch out and go to Safeway. It is a nice, new store and I felt like checking out the quality compared to Fred Meyer's. Even though I had a great morning, I could tell I was getting a little irritable. Still, I was doing okay.
Full cart and last two aisles. A woman kept getting in my way. Everywhere I needed to be, she went. She took up all of the space. Pet peeve #1. Then I was looking at bread choices and someone asked me if I needed help. No, thank you. Moved into the next aisle looking at something else and he asked me if I needed help. Uh, no. Pet peeve #2. I went to the end of the aisle where some young employees were giggling super loud. I left my cart and turned the corner for a few seconds. When I came back, one of them had her hand on my cart.
Me: That is my cart
Employee: Oh, I thought it had been abandoned.
SNAP.
Me in the bitchiest voice humanly possible: Oh because full carts are usually left for less than 15 seconds.
Nice Portland Safeway employee couldn't move. I know. I know. Either I have horrified some of you or you think that is minor compared to what you know I am capable of but it just happened. I felt immediately ashamed for how quickly I lost it and was just rude. But....she was blowing off work. She didn't even notice me in that area with that cart for the few minutes before I walked away? I know. Let it go. Walk away from the anger. Go back to the book. Go back to the book. It could have been worse.
I think I need more caffeine.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
From the Dog
It has been awhile since I've taken over the computer from the human. She is distracted by some book she is reading, so she won't notice. I have a few things to say to all of you.
I have been patient. I put up with a very long drive. At one point, she locked me in the car. True, she felt bad. But, locking me in the car? Did I get to pick out any of the music? No. Did it interrupt my sleep? Yes. But, I never complained. We even stopped in my birthplace and I didn't get to see some of my old human or dog friends.
My point is that I have been patient. I like the new place. I have made some friends. I get better walks. I have half of the bed to myself instead of having to sleep on something that is somewhat cushy on the floor. I provide as much unconditional love as possible even though the other human is nowhere around. Why didn't she teach this one about my need for lots of carrots? Sure, I get some every now and then but c'mon.
No. My complaint has to do with this entire crazy spider thing. How am I supposed to do my duty when they are up higher than me. Humans. Have you seen how tall I am? They are on the windows. Windows. Do you want me to fall out? She can't even get to them so how am I supposed to do any better. Our walks. I would like to remind all of you that I am a dog. Walks are our time. Our as in Elston's time to explore and enjoy myself. Sure I protect my human but I can't be looking up in the trees for webs if I need to explore for sticks or a chicken bone that could fall from the sky. Maybe if I got more walks, I would be more willing to help out. I don't see any extra treats coming my way.
I admit that I am being a little pouty. I know she has gone on field trips with my dog friend. I really don't want her sitting around moping so I am glad she has friends she can do stuff with but I know that other dog goes with them. Maybe I would like a hike. Maybe I would like the ocean. We talk. I hear what happens on their trips. So, maybe I turn my head when I see something crawl into the apartment. What would you do?
I also don't like some of your comments. Oh human Bonnie. Wasn't I nice to you on your recent visit? I tried not to shed on you. This is what I get? You recommend a demotion? After all of those years of knowing me? Again. Elston=dog. I can't do mess duty. I don't have thumbs. I'll remember this the next time you visit. Don't worry Joe. I'll bark at you again when I see you. And you. Yeah, you. The human in toxic NJ. Where is your defense of me? You used to tell me not to tell her about the centipedes in the basement. I didn't see you getting criticized by so-called friends. I didn't see you get demoted.
Hrrruummppphh. Bunch of silliness. Give me more food and I'll show you sentry duty.
I have been patient. I put up with a very long drive. At one point, she locked me in the car. True, she felt bad. But, locking me in the car? Did I get to pick out any of the music? No. Did it interrupt my sleep? Yes. But, I never complained. We even stopped in my birthplace and I didn't get to see some of my old human or dog friends.
My point is that I have been patient. I like the new place. I have made some friends. I get better walks. I have half of the bed to myself instead of having to sleep on something that is somewhat cushy on the floor. I provide as much unconditional love as possible even though the other human is nowhere around. Why didn't she teach this one about my need for lots of carrots? Sure, I get some every now and then but c'mon.
No. My complaint has to do with this entire crazy spider thing. How am I supposed to do my duty when they are up higher than me. Humans. Have you seen how tall I am? They are on the windows. Windows. Do you want me to fall out? She can't even get to them so how am I supposed to do any better. Our walks. I would like to remind all of you that I am a dog. Walks are our time. Our as in Elston's time to explore and enjoy myself. Sure I protect my human but I can't be looking up in the trees for webs if I need to explore for sticks or a chicken bone that could fall from the sky. Maybe if I got more walks, I would be more willing to help out. I don't see any extra treats coming my way.
I admit that I am being a little pouty. I know she has gone on field trips with my dog friend. I really don't want her sitting around moping so I am glad she has friends she can do stuff with but I know that other dog goes with them. Maybe I would like a hike. Maybe I would like the ocean. We talk. I hear what happens on their trips. So, maybe I turn my head when I see something crawl into the apartment. What would you do?
I also don't like some of your comments. Oh human Bonnie. Wasn't I nice to you on your recent visit? I tried not to shed on you. This is what I get? You recommend a demotion? After all of those years of knowing me? Again. Elston=dog. I can't do mess duty. I don't have thumbs. I'll remember this the next time you visit. Don't worry Joe. I'll bark at you again when I see you. And you. Yeah, you. The human in toxic NJ. Where is your defense of me? You used to tell me not to tell her about the centipedes in the basement. I didn't see you getting criticized by so-called friends. I didn't see you get demoted.
Hrrruummppphh. Bunch of silliness. Give me more food and I'll show you sentry duty.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Newspapers
As someone who started reading newspapers around the age of 5, I have always held print journalism in high regard. No, I am not bragging that I was some sort of child genius at 5. I probably started reading the paper because I wondered why my parents were so weird about us interrupting them when they read the paper. As someone who was sucked into reading who was arrested, died, or analyzing the box scores for the DePaul Blue Demons, I quickly realized the attraction. Who was the town weirdo who constantly wrote Letter's to the Editor on a regular basis? I can't say too much because I actually had a guest column published once that caused quite the stir in my small town and I was only 22. We subscribed to two papers in our household - the morning, Rockford Register Star, and the afternoon, Freeport Journal Standard. Both papers were fairly horrible, especially the Rockford paper. Even as a kid, I recognized that both were light on the news and covered things differently.
My newspaper reading continued as a student at the University of Kansas when I had to get a subscription to the Kansas City Star and I lucked out at DePaul when my parents received the Chicago Tribune. I've read the Eugene Register Guard, Oregonian, and New York Times. All of them have their faults. I especially dislike the Oregonian but that is a different rant.
What is my point? It makes me nervous how newspaper readership has declined. In New York, I saw more people read the free daily newspapers than any of the other papers. Why read a paper when you can get the information on the Internet? I just can't let go of the paper. I look at articles on the Internet but I need the paper to be part of my daily routine.
Years ago, I heard a lecture at the Chicago Humanities Festival (best festival in the entire world) from a group of foreign correspondents talking about how the United States is perceived in the countries they are stationed. Not only was it a fascinating talk, I kept thinking about how so many newspapers are reducing their foreign bureaus. We see the same thing in television news broadcasts. What will happen when we don't have writers like Jack Germond? Newspapers with long histories such as the Sulzbergers and the New York Times? We've already lost the Chandlers from L.A. Now we are losing the Wall Street Journal's Bancroft's to Murdoch. I don't blame them. Newspapers are losing money but I worry about the ever increasing corporate influence of our media. It is all becoming so sanitized.
By the way, I am neurotic when it comes to reading the paper. Mary will quickly agree. I have routines that revolve around the paper and I get a little tense when they are disrupted. It is definitely something handed down from my parents.
My newspaper reading continued as a student at the University of Kansas when I had to get a subscription to the Kansas City Star and I lucked out at DePaul when my parents received the Chicago Tribune. I've read the Eugene Register Guard, Oregonian, and New York Times. All of them have their faults. I especially dislike the Oregonian but that is a different rant.
What is my point? It makes me nervous how newspaper readership has declined. In New York, I saw more people read the free daily newspapers than any of the other papers. Why read a paper when you can get the information on the Internet? I just can't let go of the paper. I look at articles on the Internet but I need the paper to be part of my daily routine.
Years ago, I heard a lecture at the Chicago Humanities Festival (best festival in the entire world) from a group of foreign correspondents talking about how the United States is perceived in the countries they are stationed. Not only was it a fascinating talk, I kept thinking about how so many newspapers are reducing their foreign bureaus. We see the same thing in television news broadcasts. What will happen when we don't have writers like Jack Germond? Newspapers with long histories such as the Sulzbergers and the New York Times? We've already lost the Chandlers from L.A. Now we are losing the Wall Street Journal's Bancroft's to Murdoch. I don't blame them. Newspapers are losing money but I worry about the ever increasing corporate influence of our media. It is all becoming so sanitized.
By the way, I am neurotic when it comes to reading the paper. Mary will quickly agree. I have routines that revolve around the paper and I get a little tense when they are disrupted. It is definitely something handed down from my parents.
All I have to say....
is on the right hand column of the blog. It is not the way I needed to start my morning. Enough said.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Schools
I love living near a school. I should say, I love living near a school that is 4-5 blocks away. It reminds me a lot of when I was growing up and we lived near my elementary, junior and high schools. Some thoughts from my childhood:
- having handy access to a playground. I would hang out on the swing sets even as an adolescent. When I was in elementary school, we would smoke on the jungle gym. As an adult, we drank. We also had all of the ball fields to run around in and go sledding (on a seriously pathetic little hill..I wouldn't even call it a hill) on.
- For me, the access to basketball and tennis courts made all of the difference in my childhood. Hot or cold, I was usually at the basketball court. As I got older, I would head over and play tennis with my older sister or some friends. I don't know what I would have done without the ability to play basketball so close to home. I think it saved my childhood. As I became even older, my dad taught me how to hit a golf ball in the fields behind the elementary school.
- The ability to walk to/from school and also skip school and take a nap. Yes, I used to walk out of journalism class and go home for 40 minutes for a nap. I admit that I also used to come home and drink during school hours. I was not the healthiest teenager. In my early years, I could ride my big wheel before school or during my lunch hour.
- I don't want to hear anything from my sisters but I didn't always enjoy the freedom of walking to school. My dad would sometimes give me a ride to high school even though we really didn't live that far. They said I was spoiled. I am still convinced it was so my dad would make sure I actually went to school. Either way, I didn't care for the ride unless it was really cold. It also affected my drinking before school during 11th grade. Wow. I was a really messed up kid.
- The freedom of living so close to school events - the homecoming bonfire, homecoming parades, basketball or football games. I was able to sleep later because I didn't have to ride a bus.
In many ways, I felt that my friends and I ruled the neighborhood. There were very few kids my age who lived in the neighborhood. I think I had two friends who lived around me. Loren was my best friend and we definitely felt that the neighborhood was under our control. We didn't pay attention to our gender difference until I started beating him in basketball. We knew every corner of the neighborhood and spent a lot of time hanging out around the elementary school. Kristin became my friend as I hit my upper elementary years. We felt that our school patrol years in 5th grade went beyond leading younger kids across the street before school. We were old. We knew everything. We also had to stop smoking before 5th grade because we were almost caught by the school janitor in our hiding spot that was in the trees outside the cafeteria.
As an adult, I would walk around the schoolyard and feel like a giant. Everything seemed so small. Why did I think the slide was hundred feet tall? The basketball rim seemed so much shorter. As I walk around Grant Park High School and Grant Park, I keep remembering all of these childhood memories. It feels so good because I always felt my childhood was always a little sad, yet those are some of the memories that I love.
- having handy access to a playground. I would hang out on the swing sets even as an adolescent. When I was in elementary school, we would smoke on the jungle gym. As an adult, we drank. We also had all of the ball fields to run around in and go sledding (on a seriously pathetic little hill..I wouldn't even call it a hill) on.
- For me, the access to basketball and tennis courts made all of the difference in my childhood. Hot or cold, I was usually at the basketball court. As I got older, I would head over and play tennis with my older sister or some friends. I don't know what I would have done without the ability to play basketball so close to home. I think it saved my childhood. As I became even older, my dad taught me how to hit a golf ball in the fields behind the elementary school.
- The ability to walk to/from school and also skip school and take a nap. Yes, I used to walk out of journalism class and go home for 40 minutes for a nap. I admit that I also used to come home and drink during school hours. I was not the healthiest teenager. In my early years, I could ride my big wheel before school or during my lunch hour.
- I don't want to hear anything from my sisters but I didn't always enjoy the freedom of walking to school. My dad would sometimes give me a ride to high school even though we really didn't live that far. They said I was spoiled. I am still convinced it was so my dad would make sure I actually went to school. Either way, I didn't care for the ride unless it was really cold. It also affected my drinking before school during 11th grade. Wow. I was a really messed up kid.
- The freedom of living so close to school events - the homecoming bonfire, homecoming parades, basketball or football games. I was able to sleep later because I didn't have to ride a bus.
In many ways, I felt that my friends and I ruled the neighborhood. There were very few kids my age who lived in the neighborhood. I think I had two friends who lived around me. Loren was my best friend and we definitely felt that the neighborhood was under our control. We didn't pay attention to our gender difference until I started beating him in basketball. We knew every corner of the neighborhood and spent a lot of time hanging out around the elementary school. Kristin became my friend as I hit my upper elementary years. We felt that our school patrol years in 5th grade went beyond leading younger kids across the street before school. We were old. We knew everything. We also had to stop smoking before 5th grade because we were almost caught by the school janitor in our hiding spot that was in the trees outside the cafeteria.
As an adult, I would walk around the schoolyard and feel like a giant. Everything seemed so small. Why did I think the slide was hundred feet tall? The basketball rim seemed so much shorter. As I walk around Grant Park High School and Grant Park, I keep remembering all of these childhood memories. It feels so good because I always felt my childhood was always a little sad, yet those are some of the memories that I love.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Dreams
I honestly can't remember if I have talked about the dreams I have with my father playing a major role. He usually appears and there is no mention that he died 10 years ago. There is usually an acknowledgment that he has been away for many years and that is usually health related. I have been having these dreams for many years and I usually have them every few months. I remember most of them and they stay with me for quite awhile. I usually wake up in a funk because it just makes me miss him even more. I had one shortly before I moved that was really upsetting because it made me think I was going to die.
I had one last night. He was back and had gone to the college to take care of some paperwork. I was back in our old house on Plum Street. I walked down the stairs and I could smell him. I used to love my dad's smell and it was back in the house. I walked around the living room and kitchen in a daze. I kept thinking, "wow...he is back." There was a stack of papers on the counter by our phone so I started shuffling through them. They all involved his return to the college. There was a form indicating he was registered for a conference in 2008. A bill for a hotel room. Documents from the public library dealing with board responsibilities. Some of the papers had his handwriting where he had written himself notes. I started crying out of relief.
I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep. I have an idea that I dreamt about him last night because he was in my thoughts most of yesterday. I had gone hiking with K&E and the entire time, I kept thinking that my dad would have loved the hike. My favorite childhood memories of my dad are going on hikes with him. He would point out flowers, we would talk about animals, and make up stories that we were on a grand adventure. I just felt his presence yesterday, so I imagine that is why I dreamt about him last night.
I had one last night. He was back and had gone to the college to take care of some paperwork. I was back in our old house on Plum Street. I walked down the stairs and I could smell him. I used to love my dad's smell and it was back in the house. I walked around the living room and kitchen in a daze. I kept thinking, "wow...he is back." There was a stack of papers on the counter by our phone so I started shuffling through them. They all involved his return to the college. There was a form indicating he was registered for a conference in 2008. A bill for a hotel room. Documents from the public library dealing with board responsibilities. Some of the papers had his handwriting where he had written himself notes. I started crying out of relief.
I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep. I have an idea that I dreamt about him last night because he was in my thoughts most of yesterday. I had gone hiking with K&E and the entire time, I kept thinking that my dad would have loved the hike. My favorite childhood memories of my dad are going on hikes with him. He would point out flowers, we would talk about animals, and make up stories that we were on a grand adventure. I just felt his presence yesterday, so I imagine that is why I dreamt about him last night.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Thinking through things
As everyone knows, I've been through a lot this year. On Friday, I talked to someone about how I am doing. He had some fairly amazing advice and insight into the human condition. His first comment was a response to something I said about how or what I should be doing. He asked how I came up with such tidy rules for myself. He asked me if I was Catholic. I said, I was raised Catholic. He told me to reconsider my rules because they seem to be in the way of my healing.
He told me I needed to get out of this mental cul-de-sac that I have moved into. I thought it was such a cool way to frame my emotional state. I guess I am supposed to move around and find one that fits. My homework is to really think about what I want and if it is worth it to work for those things. Pretty basic, huh? I thought I had worked hard for what I wanted even if it ripped me apart. I wouldn't change a thing about the last five years of my life and everything was worth the price I paid - financially, physically or emotionally. I made such a huge step by moving away from NJ even though it broke my heart. Now I just feel emotionally stuck even though I am so incredibly happy to be back in Oregon.
He asked me if I was able to look around me and find pleasure. I said that I had. I commented on the nightly sunsets that I watch from my living room window or the view of Mt Hood in the morning. His response was I am starting to heal. He also told me that I looked 10 years younger than when he first saw me.
He told me I needed to get out of this mental cul-de-sac that I have moved into. I thought it was such a cool way to frame my emotional state. I guess I am supposed to move around and find one that fits. My homework is to really think about what I want and if it is worth it to work for those things. Pretty basic, huh? I thought I had worked hard for what I wanted even if it ripped me apart. I wouldn't change a thing about the last five years of my life and everything was worth the price I paid - financially, physically or emotionally. I made such a huge step by moving away from NJ even though it broke my heart. Now I just feel emotionally stuck even though I am so incredibly happy to be back in Oregon.
He asked me if I was able to look around me and find pleasure. I said that I had. I commented on the nightly sunsets that I watch from my living room window or the view of Mt Hood in the morning. His response was I am starting to heal. He also told me that I looked 10 years younger than when he first saw me.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Newsletter
Okay I have added the headline from the Spider newsletter on the right hand side of the blog. If people holler, I can just turn into a daily or regular post.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Thunder
Tonight I experienced something for the first time in Oregon, including my Eugene years. Lightning and thunder. I heard people in the neighborhood cheer when it was thundering. I love thunderstorms.
Headline
Just for Joe:
A new baby spider encroached on the second bedroom window. I turned to chemical warfare this time which was unsuccessful. Well, I can't tell. It is gone but they are probably turning to crafty tricks. Mary suggested I do a daily headline of the spider newsletter with a takeoff from the NY Times. I thought I could do a spot on the side of the blog, an actual post so it would come via RSS, or would that be disrespectful to our troops in Iraq? You decide.
For today:
"President Head W. Spider to declare gains in #314 on some fronts"
314=apartment
Important Update!!
There was an encroachment. As I was getting my shoes out of the closet, I saw something large move rather fast. I turned on the light, put my shoes on and moved some stuff around. Yes, an invader from another state. How do I know this? After it was dead, I looked at the markings to make sure it wasn't the same kind from the window. Nope.
Unfortunately, this leads to two issues. There was a breach into the apartment. Most importantly, what happened to my sentry? On our walk, I had to demote Sgt. Elston to Private Elston. Not only does she not earn her keep but she is slacking on her guard duties. This can't be tolerated.
A new baby spider encroached on the second bedroom window. I turned to chemical warfare this time which was unsuccessful. Well, I can't tell. It is gone but they are probably turning to crafty tricks. Mary suggested I do a daily headline of the spider newsletter with a takeoff from the NY Times. I thought I could do a spot on the side of the blog, an actual post so it would come via RSS, or would that be disrespectful to our troops in Iraq? You decide.
For today:
"President Head W. Spider to declare gains in #314 on some fronts"
314=apartment
Important Update!!
There was an encroachment. As I was getting my shoes out of the closet, I saw something large move rather fast. I turned on the light, put my shoes on and moved some stuff around. Yes, an invader from another state. How do I know this? After it was dead, I looked at the markings to make sure it wasn't the same kind from the window. Nope.
Unfortunately, this leads to two issues. There was a breach into the apartment. Most importantly, what happened to my sentry? On our walk, I had to demote Sgt. Elston to Private Elston. Not only does she not earn her keep but she is slacking on her guard duties. This can't be tolerated.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Current reading
I am finally getting around to reading We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed With Our Families by Phillip Gourevitch. It is about Rwanda and the genocide that occurred in the mid-90's. Happy book, huh? I have actually found it a very inspiring book. How do people survive and recover with these types of life events? Don't get me wrong. I am not laughing as I am reading this book. It has made me very angry at our society that doesn't get as upset about genocide in an African country as we do when similar or events of less horror get us riled up. The atrocities are very upsetting and it only makes me question my place in this world. I do have a responsibility to stay informed and protest for action.
I have always been interested in how humans respond in horrible circumstances. My reading has always followed civil rights workers who risked their lives for their rights. I've learned so much about the everyday person in the South who stood in line to register for vote, been denied that right and then faced the consequences for even daring to take a stand. Reading the stories from Holocaust survivors and how they dealt with the genocide happening around them has always inspired me. Primo Levi and Viktor Frankl are two of the most influential writers that I have ever read. I've also been intrigued by how people join sides with the oppressors and repress others. What made some Jewish concentration camp members become Kapos and brutalize their fellow people? What made someone take a machete and kill their neighbor? What would I do in a similar situation? In college, I wrote a lengthy essay on Jewish Kapos, doctors in the camps, and others who were placed into that situation. This book raises some of the same questions.
Anything I say will sound so simple just as I think my above paragraphs are about as intelligent as something Elston would write on the subject. I don't mean to bash my dog's skills but it is so hard to put in words how it feels to read something like this book and to be inspired by his writing. It is such a well-written book. I recommend it especially if you are interested in human rights. If you don't know anything about Rwanda then pick up this book. I almost finished and I plan on reading some of his other essays and interviews on this subject.
I have always been interested in how humans respond in horrible circumstances. My reading has always followed civil rights workers who risked their lives for their rights. I've learned so much about the everyday person in the South who stood in line to register for vote, been denied that right and then faced the consequences for even daring to take a stand. Reading the stories from Holocaust survivors and how they dealt with the genocide happening around them has always inspired me. Primo Levi and Viktor Frankl are two of the most influential writers that I have ever read. I've also been intrigued by how people join sides with the oppressors and repress others. What made some Jewish concentration camp members become Kapos and brutalize their fellow people? What made someone take a machete and kill their neighbor? What would I do in a similar situation? In college, I wrote a lengthy essay on Jewish Kapos, doctors in the camps, and others who were placed into that situation. This book raises some of the same questions.
Anything I say will sound so simple just as I think my above paragraphs are about as intelligent as something Elston would write on the subject. I don't mean to bash my dog's skills but it is so hard to put in words how it feels to read something like this book and to be inspired by his writing. It is such a well-written book. I recommend it especially if you are interested in human rights. If you don't know anything about Rwanda then pick up this book. I almost finished and I plan on reading some of his other essays and interviews on this subject.
Heat
I just want to state for the record that it is not as miserable as living in Chicago or NJ. The lack of humidity makes all of the difference because I can still breathe outside. It also cools down in the evenings and mornings. Yesterday was hotter. When I walked from the bus to my apartment, I found it almost 'neat' to be outside when it was so hot and not feel like I was dying. Today, I decided that it could start getting cooler tomorrow.
My apartment building does not allow window air conditioners. I will admit that I am a very spoiled person and I've always had air conditioning. I left two air conditioners behind in NJ. So far, I haven't needed them. What I have done the last two nights is open my door and blow in air from the air conditioned hallway. The nice thing is I live in a corner unit so no one walks past my apartment. Other people have left their doors open, so it feels weird to be walking past their apartment and see them eating dinner. The bad thing tonight is I can smell my neighbor's dinner. It involves tuna. As many of you know, I hate the smell of tuna more than anything else. Okay, I hate the smell of liver even more. You get my point.
Elston had an intense play session with Vida and has been sucking down ice cubes.
As an important aside, I was really sad to hear about Lady Bird's death.
My apartment building does not allow window air conditioners. I will admit that I am a very spoiled person and I've always had air conditioning. I left two air conditioners behind in NJ. So far, I haven't needed them. What I have done the last two nights is open my door and blow in air from the air conditioned hallway. The nice thing is I live in a corner unit so no one walks past my apartment. Other people have left their doors open, so it feels weird to be walking past their apartment and see them eating dinner. The bad thing tonight is I can smell my neighbor's dinner. It involves tuna. As many of you know, I hate the smell of tuna more than anything else. Okay, I hate the smell of liver even more. You get my point.
Elston had an intense play session with Vida and has been sucking down ice cubes.
As an important aside, I was really sad to hear about Lady Bird's death.
Battle Day Two
Muuwwwwaahhh.
I casually walked into the living room this morning and saw that baby spider had recreated its web between the two open windows. The web was stretched a little thin and it was smack dab in the middle. I took 1/10 of a second before I gleefully took one of the window handles and opened the window up even more. The web snapped and the little spider went blowing into the warm atmosphere. I wouldn't be surprised if the leaders had a little web already laid out to catch the falling spider but I won day two. I can see the headlines in their spider newsletter, "Initial reconnaissance has failed but a surge will be planned. Enemy strengths were not fully realized. Opposition spider parties are asking for a revised plan. Leaders warn of further casualties if their plan is to be realized. Reinforcements could come from the Eugene troops."
I casually walked into the living room this morning and saw that baby spider had recreated its web between the two open windows. The web was stretched a little thin and it was smack dab in the middle. I took 1/10 of a second before I gleefully took one of the window handles and opened the window up even more. The web snapped and the little spider went blowing into the warm atmosphere. I wouldn't be surprised if the leaders had a little web already laid out to catch the falling spider but I won day two. I can see the headlines in their spider newsletter, "Initial reconnaissance has failed but a surge will be planned. Enemy strengths were not fully realized. Opposition spider parties are asking for a revised plan. Leaders warn of further casualties if their plan is to be realized. Reinforcements could come from the Eugene troops."
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
It has started
It took two months before their plan was enacted. What plan? Who? The spiders. If you don't know the history of the warfare...you will have to browse the old blog from when I lived in Eugene.
They are starting their plan off small. They sent out a baby spider. Wimps. This morning, I decided to open the windows up really wide because of today's heat and I noticed a web between two of the windows. I am not dumb. Even before caffeine, I saw the web from a great distance. I brought the window closer to me and it had the markings of the usual suspects. I decided to open up the window super fast to see if it would fall to its death but it only broke the web in half.
I know the leaders were downstairs drinking some coffee and looking upstairs to see what would happen. I know they are going to bring out the big guns. This time will be different. While I may be more emotionally unstable, they don't have a garage to use as their headquarters with easy access to my space. I am up three stories. There are no easy cracks to get through. They can spin all they want outside of my window. A nice breeze will come by and it will be a spider flying through the air.
I have a heightened awareness of what happens away from the apartment. I am sure they have already started mapping out my daily walks and are placing conspirators along the walk who can spin their little webs. We shall see what happens.
They are starting their plan off small. They sent out a baby spider. Wimps. This morning, I decided to open the windows up really wide because of today's heat and I noticed a web between two of the windows. I am not dumb. Even before caffeine, I saw the web from a great distance. I brought the window closer to me and it had the markings of the usual suspects. I decided to open up the window super fast to see if it would fall to its death but it only broke the web in half.
I know the leaders were downstairs drinking some coffee and looking upstairs to see what would happen. I know they are going to bring out the big guns. This time will be different. While I may be more emotionally unstable, they don't have a garage to use as their headquarters with easy access to my space. I am up three stories. There are no easy cracks to get through. They can spin all they want outside of my window. A nice breeze will come by and it will be a spider flying through the air.
I have a heightened awareness of what happens away from the apartment. I am sure they have already started mapping out my daily walks and are placing conspirators along the walk who can spin their little webs. We shall see what happens.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Crazy
I was at the bus stop this morning when an elderly woman walked up. She had just missed a shuttle bus to one of the area hospitals. She started talking to me about the opening of the new Trader Joes that is opening up in our neighborhood. She seemed pleasant and normal. I thought she was a little cranky about one of the bus stops that had been moved because of construction and the price of milk at the grocery store. I thought, whatever. It was a nice conversation as I waited for my bus.
She then started talking about how she volunteers at one of the area hospitals. Nice. Still no alarm bells. She works in a program for children with cancer. She said San Diego is the only other place that has a similar program.
I see my bus coming down the street.
She says, "I hate children. I hate children with cancer even more."
I just looked at her as the bus pulled up. I told her to have a nice day. I wanted to say, "I bet they hate you too" but I couldn't think of the words fast enough. I should have told the bus driver that the woman waiting at the stop was searching for energy drinks.
She then started talking about how she volunteers at one of the area hospitals. Nice. Still no alarm bells. She works in a program for children with cancer. She said San Diego is the only other place that has a similar program.
I see my bus coming down the street.
She says, "I hate children. I hate children with cancer even more."
I just looked at her as the bus pulled up. I told her to have a nice day. I wanted to say, "I bet they hate you too" but I couldn't think of the words fast enough. I should have told the bus driver that the woman waiting at the stop was searching for energy drinks.
Grrr
I saw this quote from my Chicago Tribune daily email and I am just too lazy to even look at its source or find a link that won't require registration: "the move to CBS is less appealing had she known she'd be doing the more traditional newscast that she anchors now" and it is referring to Katie Couric. Well, no shit. What did she think?
This is what drives me crazy about today's media. It is all entertainment and very little hardcore reporting. Why is it that Britney Spears and her peers take up so much space in either the nightly news, news magazines or newspapers? The NY Times even had Britney on the front page. The front page!! I know part of it is is because people are asking for this coverage but can't we leave it to People magazine? Can't we go back to the day when the news actually covered things with a little more substance? Yes, ratings are down. If I want a summary of today's news, I can just go to the Internet. If I want more in-depth reporting, I can find a reputable site on the web that can provide more detail or I can read about it in the NY Times. Why not turn the nightly news into in-depth reporting on 3-4 items and leave it at that? They could send via RSS feeds or an email what they are covering that night. I bet I would start watching it again. Let me rephrase that - I would start watching the nightly news by anyone other than Katie Couric.
Second comment. Cindy Sheehan is threatening to run against Nancy Pelosi if she doesn't move against Iraq in the next two weeks. Cindy...you are tired. You have run your course. I thought you were leaving the peace movement? Don't get me wrong. I hate the Iraq war and I want peace. I also used to respect Cindy when she first started speaking out. Now, I find her tiring and a little crazy.
This is what drives me crazy about today's media. It is all entertainment and very little hardcore reporting. Why is it that Britney Spears and her peers take up so much space in either the nightly news, news magazines or newspapers? The NY Times even had Britney on the front page. The front page!! I know part of it is is because people are asking for this coverage but can't we leave it to People magazine? Can't we go back to the day when the news actually covered things with a little more substance? Yes, ratings are down. If I want a summary of today's news, I can just go to the Internet. If I want more in-depth reporting, I can find a reputable site on the web that can provide more detail or I can read about it in the NY Times. Why not turn the nightly news into in-depth reporting on 3-4 items and leave it at that? They could send via RSS feeds or an email what they are covering that night. I bet I would start watching it again. Let me rephrase that - I would start watching the nightly news by anyone other than Katie Couric.
Second comment. Cindy Sheehan is threatening to run against Nancy Pelosi if she doesn't move against Iraq in the next two weeks. Cindy...you are tired. You have run your course. I thought you were leaving the peace movement? Don't get me wrong. I hate the Iraq war and I want peace. I also used to respect Cindy when she first started speaking out. Now, I find her tiring and a little crazy.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Sunday
Bumper sticker of the week: Minivans are tangible evidence of evil
Portland vehicles have the best bumper stickers and this one was on a minivan in my neighborhood. I should start documenting these on a more regular basis.
My weekend of relaxation has been nice but I can't tell if I notice an improvement in my energy level. I slept a lot. Caught up on NY Times, The Oregonian and Willamette Week. I finished reading Vernon God Little. I made myself a healthy dinner last night and will have leftovers tonight. I played around with my new phone - a blackberry pearl.
What would I have done if I hadn't been relaxing? I would have gone to an art opening on Friday at the Q Center. On Saturday, I would have either gone with S or by myself to a lavender festival after we had gone to the farmer's market. I would have picked up something I had ordered at Nordstrom. I would have gone to a poker party I was invited to last night. I probably would have gone on longer walks with Elston. I would have been more tempted to join E on a drive down to Eugene. Instead, I could barely find the energy to go to the grocery store yesterday afternoon. I am saving a trip to the pet store for Elston's food for tomorrow and a trip downtown to Nordstrom for Tuesday after work.
It was still a nice weekend even though this much relaxation makes my head spin.
Portland vehicles have the best bumper stickers and this one was on a minivan in my neighborhood. I should start documenting these on a more regular basis.
My weekend of relaxation has been nice but I can't tell if I notice an improvement in my energy level. I slept a lot. Caught up on NY Times, The Oregonian and Willamette Week. I finished reading Vernon God Little. I made myself a healthy dinner last night and will have leftovers tonight. I played around with my new phone - a blackberry pearl.
What would I have done if I hadn't been relaxing? I would have gone to an art opening on Friday at the Q Center. On Saturday, I would have either gone with S or by myself to a lavender festival after we had gone to the farmer's market. I would have picked up something I had ordered at Nordstrom. I would have gone to a poker party I was invited to last night. I probably would have gone on longer walks with Elston. I would have been more tempted to join E on a drive down to Eugene. Instead, I could barely find the energy to go to the grocery store yesterday afternoon. I am saving a trip to the pet store for Elston's food for tomorrow and a trip downtown to Nordstrom for Tuesday after work.
It was still a nice weekend even though this much relaxation makes my head spin.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
7/7/7
I have been so out of it this week that I have fallen behind in reporting any festivities.
Tuesday:
A friend of mine, B, was in Portland taking care of various things and was able to spend some time with me. On Tuesday, we made the pilgrimage to Burgerville for a snack. I've talked before about how much I love this place. Not only is it damn good but they also rely on Northwest products. Their new seasonal items are Walla Walla onion rings and raspberry shakes. Gulp. You haven't experienced bliss until you have tried these two items. After our little snack, we met E, K and S at the Chapel Pub (McMenamin's location at a former funeral home/wedding parlor). We drank many pitchers of Terminator Stout and had baskets of tots. And, I wonder why I have gained weight?
Wednesday:
I took B to the airport at a very early hour. I then slept most of the day. I woke up in time for the dorm event of the week. We had a bbq on the deck. K did an amazing job cooking up a great spread of food. We welcomed two new members to the dorm - another K and M. (I am trying to be respectful by not including people's names on the blog but this could be hard when people share the same initials). My friend, S, joined us. It had been an incredibly hot day but it was nice in the shade. After we ate, we moved indoors to the common room to watch tv and cool off. We got hooked into the children's movie, Matilda. I've posted photos so you can see how entranced we were in the story. We went back outside when it became dark. We had a great view of fireworks - the West hills, downtown Portland and surrounding neighborhoods. People in Portland take their fireworks very seriously. At one point, we had a hard time guessing when the professional fireworks had started. A neighbor close to us went a little crazy. I checked on Elston a few times and she seemed okay. I was surprised because our apartment was lit up with their fireworks.
Rest of week:
I have spent the rest of the week feeling incredibly tired. I went to the doctor on Thursday and had a round of bloodwork done. I'm increasingly anemic and we need to redo some of my liver tests. They are also wondering why I have had some hand tremors and night sweats. I have another doctor's appointment next Friday so we'll see what they recommend. I decided to take it very easy this weekend. I did go to the farmer's market this morning and loaded up on good things - more raspberries, Marionberries, spinach, onions, Yukon gold potatoes and I had a tasty crepe. I also bought my weekly batch of amazing ravioli. This one contains ingredients from the farmer's market - asparagus, carrots, onions and 3 types of cheeses. Have I mentioned how much I love all of the fresh berries?
Tuesday:
A friend of mine, B, was in Portland taking care of various things and was able to spend some time with me. On Tuesday, we made the pilgrimage to Burgerville for a snack. I've talked before about how much I love this place. Not only is it damn good but they also rely on Northwest products. Their new seasonal items are Walla Walla onion rings and raspberry shakes. Gulp. You haven't experienced bliss until you have tried these two items. After our little snack, we met E, K and S at the Chapel Pub (McMenamin's location at a former funeral home/wedding parlor). We drank many pitchers of Terminator Stout and had baskets of tots. And, I wonder why I have gained weight?
Wednesday:
I took B to the airport at a very early hour. I then slept most of the day. I woke up in time for the dorm event of the week. We had a bbq on the deck. K did an amazing job cooking up a great spread of food. We welcomed two new members to the dorm - another K and M. (I am trying to be respectful by not including people's names on the blog but this could be hard when people share the same initials). My friend, S, joined us. It had been an incredibly hot day but it was nice in the shade. After we ate, we moved indoors to the common room to watch tv and cool off. We got hooked into the children's movie, Matilda. I've posted photos so you can see how entranced we were in the story. We went back outside when it became dark. We had a great view of fireworks - the West hills, downtown Portland and surrounding neighborhoods. People in Portland take their fireworks very seriously. At one point, we had a hard time guessing when the professional fireworks had started. A neighbor close to us went a little crazy. I checked on Elston a few times and she seemed okay. I was surprised because our apartment was lit up with their fireworks.
Rest of week:
I have spent the rest of the week feeling incredibly tired. I went to the doctor on Thursday and had a round of bloodwork done. I'm increasingly anemic and we need to redo some of my liver tests. They are also wondering why I have had some hand tremors and night sweats. I have another doctor's appointment next Friday so we'll see what they recommend. I decided to take it very easy this weekend. I did go to the farmer's market this morning and loaded up on good things - more raspberries, Marionberries, spinach, onions, Yukon gold potatoes and I had a tasty crepe. I also bought my weekly batch of amazing ravioli. This one contains ingredients from the farmer's market - asparagus, carrots, onions and 3 types of cheeses. Have I mentioned how much I love all of the fresh berries?
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Bus Energy
I have a very friendly morning bus driver. He chats up people which could be irritating in the morning but for some reason I can handle him. Around 3 weeks ago, I commented to him how tired I had been feeling without my morning coffee. He mentioned some energy drink that he drinks every morning. He said he would bring me a flyer describing the drink. Next day he forgets. He apologizes and says he would bring me the one the following day. I told him I was going to be away so not to bother.
Yesterday was my first day back on the bus. He remembered right away and said he would bring in some information today. What happens this morning when I get on the bus? He hands me a can of the energy drink (X something). Okay. I sit down and I can see him watching me. I decide to take a drink because I was super tired this morning. A good day to test, right? I will admit that it crossed my mind how weird it was to be drinking something my bus driver handed me. I had to pop open a tab to drink it so I felt it was relatively safe. It worked. I definitely had an energy boost and didn't need to get any coffee until late this morning.
The catch? I can't buy it in a store. I have to buy it through an authorized seller from the Internet. Guess who is a distributor? My bus driver. Do you think he preys on morning riders for his lucrative energy selling business? No wonder he loves our route. Should I buy some? How else will I get away from this? If I say no, I can never look tired in the morning.
Yesterday was my first day back on the bus. He remembered right away and said he would bring in some information today. What happens this morning when I get on the bus? He hands me a can of the energy drink (X something). Okay. I sit down and I can see him watching me. I decide to take a drink because I was super tired this morning. A good day to test, right? I will admit that it crossed my mind how weird it was to be drinking something my bus driver handed me. I had to pop open a tab to drink it so I felt it was relatively safe. It worked. I definitely had an energy boost and didn't need to get any coffee until late this morning.
The catch? I can't buy it in a store. I have to buy it through an authorized seller from the Internet. Guess who is a distributor? My bus driver. Do you think he preys on morning riders for his lucrative energy selling business? No wonder he loves our route. Should I buy some? How else will I get away from this? If I say no, I can never look tired in the morning.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Coast
On Saturday, I went with K & E to the coast. We introduced their puppy, Vida, to the ocean. It was the first time I had been to the coast since I moved back to Oregon. There is something about the Pacific coast that I find very soothing. In my limited travels, I find the coastline one of my favorite views.
We started off by driving to Cannon Beach. It was a straight shot from Portland and we wanted a short day trip. We walked on the beach and watched Vida bite at the water. There were tons of crabs washed up on the shore which ended up being a little gross. Cannon Beach is known for its haystack rocks just off the shore (see right hand side for my picasa photos). We walked back into town to find some food. We didn't feel like spending a lot of money so we went to a small pizza place that had tasty slices and pints of beer. I had the Imperial Stout from Kona Brewing Company. Definitely had a strong coffee flavor.
We then drove south along 101. We stopped at various view points and at least one antique shop. We ended up in Tillamook at the Tillamook cheese place. Our goal? Tillamook ice cream. Since Tillamook is a little inland, we drove to another coastal town just to get a view of the ocean.
I was really wiped out after being out in the sun all day. It was the first time I had been to the coast when it wasn't either raining or a little chilly. Instead, I got a little sunburned and was able to wear shorts.
I also put some updated photos of my apartment on the picasa site. I still don't have anything on the walls...in time...in time.
We started off by driving to Cannon Beach. It was a straight shot from Portland and we wanted a short day trip. We walked on the beach and watched Vida bite at the water. There were tons of crabs washed up on the shore which ended up being a little gross. Cannon Beach is known for its haystack rocks just off the shore (see right hand side for my picasa photos). We walked back into town to find some food. We didn't feel like spending a lot of money so we went to a small pizza place that had tasty slices and pints of beer. I had the Imperial Stout from Kona Brewing Company. Definitely had a strong coffee flavor.
We then drove south along 101. We stopped at various view points and at least one antique shop. We ended up in Tillamook at the Tillamook cheese place. Our goal? Tillamook ice cream. Since Tillamook is a little inland, we drove to another coastal town just to get a view of the ocean.
I was really wiped out after being out in the sun all day. It was the first time I had been to the coast when it wasn't either raining or a little chilly. Instead, I got a little sunburned and was able to wear shorts.
I also put some updated photos of my apartment on the picasa site. I still don't have anything on the walls...in time...in time.
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