As if some switch has been flipped, it has begun to rain in Oregon again. We had a dry summer with record-breaking wildfires all over the state--including one started by some punk teenagers that roasted some of my favorite places to hike, thank you very much. Yesterday in particular, we had torrential downpours that turned the streets into makeshift streams. The skies were dark and I knew I was back home where I belonged. I am a Northwesterner. One thought that occurred to me as I was staring out at a deluge of precipitation was how much weight the water represented. If you added up all the rain from that one downpour, why, the weight must be terrific! How does a cloud carry it all? How do planes fly through them? It's pretty cool when you think about it. Thank goodness for umbrellas, houses, covered areas so kids can run jog-a-thons, and cars so we can pick up mom and kids as they walk home from school in the rain. There are few things better than waking up in the morning an...
I've had the opportunity to move a lot of people in and out of their homes. I actually really enjoy moving furniture, minus pianos and washers. Dryers are pretty light, they're alright. I've been involved in many different kinds of moves--you know, the ones where someone isn't ready and all their stuff isn't packed yet, and then the really good ones where everything is in similarly-sized boxes. I don't get a lot of exercise so I suppose that's one reason I like moving. I get to feel manly and sweat a little. I like it when a group of people get together and in a quick fit of industriousness you fill up or unload a big truck of stuff. Like today, we got my in-law's stuff moved into their new home. Another family and us got all the things unloaded with the objective being to fit it all in a garage bay. This brings me to what I think is awesome about moving: the Tetris aspect of it. Maximizing space is awesome. There is a moment when you find the perfec...
Our mission today was simple. We were in search of pumpkins. I'm not sure when I started out the day that I would find a pumpkin with such character. In fact, it started out in the phlebotomist's office getting blood drawn. Bummer. So, when I found a pumpkin with such an amusing, but pleasing posterior, it made the day so much more of a success. I present the true Country Bum-kin. I'll spend the next week or so trying to figure out the best way to really display such a unique find. I almost can't bring myself to carve a face when the real action is in the back. I may just find some sort of underwear and put it on. Maybe I'll leave it bare. That'll show those annoying teenage trick-or-treaters who come to my house. My pumpkin moons you. I'm not sure I could take myself seriously afterwards, but I've considered carving "PINK" on it like I see on so many sweatpants. Maybe it should be "ORANGE." No matter what though, it's a s...
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