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Saturday, August 3

Today is the day I get to see "The Breakfast Club" on the big screen.
3:04 PM | permalink

There is a huge video screen on the side of a building just as you cross the Morrison Bridge heading west. It runs advertisements for car lots and sports bars and itself. One screen says "Advertising is Good!" It makes me want to drive straight off the bridge.
7:17 AM | permalink

To Do List.
Refill birth control pills
Make appointment for new pills that won't make me so crabby the Wednesday before my period
Sign up for Oregon Health Plan
Get book of Cable pattens from library
Wash Car
Call OHSU regarding bill ins paid for
Pay for plane tickets when checks arrive
Get wedding ring turned and polished
11:33 AM | permalink

We're making plans already to fly back to Minnesota for Christmas. We stayed home last year, and it just didn't feel right. I think it will be less stressful for us to go back this year than previously. Some fences have been mended since the in-laws visited in June. They know we love living here and we know they miss us and always will. We are all more comfortable with it. They really are some of the kindest, most generous and well intentioned people I've known.
10:11 AM | permalink

People are stealing the peaches from the tree in our front yard. Perhaps they are the same people who were stealing our raspberries.
10:11 AM | permalink

Two ideas:
1) Cookbook: Meals for Two including chapters on Weeknight dinners, Special dinners, weekend breakfasts, recipes for the partner who doesn't usually cook etc.
2) Screen play about a writer/director who has just put a film in the can that he has been working on for more than 6 years.
10:52 AM | permalink

What you must understand is this: Karl is the queerest person I've ever known. And I'm not using that word in a sexual context. I mean he is odd. First off, it's the middle of winter in Minnesota, and he's calling Ben and I in Portland, eighteen-hundred miles away, to tell us he is out of gas in the middle of the interstate. I'm thinking of starting a whole new Blog devoted to Karl. PIctures of Karl weilding a rifle and hooting, pictures of Karl playing his guitar, pictures of Karl's house, pictures of Karl scratching his belly. Phone messages from Karl telling us about his new washing machine, his new oven, the waitresses he's chasing.
9:27 AM | permalink

I am currently working on a scheme to convert voice mail messages into sound files, in the mean time, this transcript will have to do.
Karl message from February:
"So I tell you what, this is Karl, and I just ran out of gas on I-94, so, ah, you know, I'm sorta bored and I thought I'd, you know, just start calling people so I don't... so I look like I'm being a conservative cell phone user and pulling off to the side of the road rather than being an idiot that just didn't fix his gas gauge, but, you know, I did run out of things to do, so I did fix the short in my gas line, so this shouldn't happen again. I hope you have a fantastic Sunday and I hope my dad brings my gas pretty soon. Kisses."

7:39 PM | permalink

Stay tuned for more transcribed phone messages from the likes of KAPTAIN KARL and my MOTHER.
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1:52 PM | permalink

We went to the top of Council Crest yesterday, hoping it would be clear enough to see Mt Adams, Mt Hood and Mt St Helen's. There were no clouds, but it was hazy in the distance, so none of the mountains were visible. It's the highest spot in Portland, so the view was lovely anyway. We mainly sat on the grass and watched a pack of Californian Expatriates. One of them refered to the grass as "Oregon Grass." We would have known they were Californians, even without that, but it confirmed our suspicions. One of the men was with his yellow lab puppy. The training didn't seem to be going to well. The pup was adolescent, but the guy wasn't even correcting him from trying to eat his shorts. There was a couple with a curious red-headed toddler. They wanted to let her play with the puppy of course, but the puppy was a bit wild for her and kept scaring the daylights out of her. Soon another guy road up on his bicycle with his two children in tow in one of those nylon covered wagon type deals. The little red head ran over to investigate. At one point, she tried to climb in to the wagon thing. Soon all hell broke loose as two more people pulled up and released to huge dogs, a shepard and a big red mutty thing with a curly tail. Everything was soon in chaos with the little red head screaming, the dogs running rings around everyone and people trying to stay polite to each other in the face of it. We soon got bored with the spectacle. I will later be tying this into a theory Ben and I are developing about the "rich person hand shake."
10:25 AM | permalink