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Looking like a good weekend
A good weekend is when I look at the clock and say, "How can it be only noon on Saturday?" A bad weekend is when I look at the clock and say, "How can it be already five o'clock on Sunday?"
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Vacation
I have been out of town visiting parents for 12 of the last 14 days, first on the Big Island and then on Lake Chelan. In rough order, here is how I spent my time: Sleeping, reading, chatting, watching television, walking/sightseeing, putting together a jigsaw puzzle. My only regret?
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A compromise
Yesterday was both wet and cold, rather than the usual one or the other. I went out to get the mail at 3:45, and was greeted by a damp, yowling Snubby. I couldn't let her in because one of my housemates is allergic to cats. But I
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You have your schedule; dogs have theirs
Seen this evening on NE Knott: A woman across the street standing impatiently with a bright red leash stretched taut between her and a utility pole six feet away. After 20 seconds or so, a Scottish terrier trotted out from behind the pole and re-joined her.
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Hot town, summer in the city…
The mercury hit 104 this afternoon, which is a Portland record for July 21. It was still 100 when I got off the 6 at Belmont. I picked up my mail at the post office, then thought: "What the hell…why not walk the rest of the way home?
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Perfect weather
What a weekend! When I felt like weeding in the yard, it was sunny and warm. When I felt like taking a nap, it rained.
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Blogging will be light for a few days…
I noticed a strange smell in my bedroom this afternoon. I couldn't find the source of it. I opened the windows, but it wouldn't go away. So I turned everything off, went out for a while, then took another look around when I got home. I
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My neighbors’ cat
When my neighbors' cat wants in at night, he sits at the edge of their back porch, cries a couple of times, and gets let in. It would appear my neighbors weren't home last night. And that edge of their porch? It's about nine feet
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Friday
Thursday we had an afternoon-long snowstorm (I was amazed that none of it stuck). Friday was beautiful. Sunny with temperatures in the mid-30s, and everything smelt and felt clean, clean, crisp and clean. I walked home this evening along the rainbow colors of Taylor Street, and never wanted the walk
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Today’s coincidence
The family of three who biked west through the 39th and Taylor intersection while I was on my way to the Lloyd Center biked east through it while I was returning home.
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I love Portland, Part 6
An earnest woman, overheard on the #15 tonight: sinned
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I love Portland, Part 5
Conversation earlier this week with a homeless guy, while I was sitting on the couch on my front porch: Him:Me:Him:Me: