I had lofty goals to come home and get all of my chores done and pack and take a nice hot bath with custom-made bath salts that a friend gave me … and then I was delayed at work, and all that melted like so much Portland snow. I’m still packing! But in twenty-four hours I’ll be reunited with FunkyPlaid.
When I arrived home, this confused camellia bud greeted me. Happy Solstice!
It’s funny, the halfway brain that sprouts from sleep deprivation. I wake up at 05:30 but really I wake up on the bus in downtown Portland, trying to remember if I did basic things like dress myself and feed myself and not leave the front door wide open.
So far, I’m doing pretty well. (But let’s not jinx it.)
Many photos to catch up on! Nineteen, in fact. I may have a little bit of a preoccupation with flowers. To be fair, this city blooms gratuitously. And now ripe apples and plums are falling off the trees, sometimes knocking me in the head like a physics lesson.
Day 189 of Project 365: Daisydrops.
Day 190 of Project 365: On the road.
Day 191 of Project 365: Poppy up.
Day 192 of Project 365: Rosa.
Day 193 of Project 365: Foiled kitty.
Day 194 of Project 365: Biting the Bullet Journal.
Day 195 of Project 365: Hi, stranger.
Day 196 of Project 365: Requisite Prisma Selfie.
Day 197 of Project 365: Queen Anne’s Lace.
Day 198 of Project 365: Curly cat.
Day 199 of Project 365: OK Pokemon Go.
Day 200 of Project 365: Sparkly treat.
Day 201 of Project 365: Evening commute.
Day 202 of Project 365: Cousin George.
Day 203 of Project 365: Beaverton.
Day 204 of Project 365: Out of service.
Day 205 of Project 365: Anticipation.
Day 206 of Project 365: Daybed.
Day 207 of Project 365: One big orchard.
I’m still in love with my new job, but it is mentally and socially intense. Most evenings I come home and barely have enough energy to eat dinner. While my in-laws were in town, we managed a little weekend escape to Forest Grove, which I needed desperately.
Zen now reliably wakes me up with mournful howling before my alarm goes off. While FunkyPlaid is out of town I have taken to sleeping in my study downstairs so I can soothe her faster.
I tried to switch back to an electronic task list but my Bullet Journal is just too good.
I dealt with my mobile service woes, including a factory reset of my iPhone which sucked up a day and a half, one of those being a weekend day I was rather cranky to sacrifice at the altar of the capricious technology gods.
And I bought body lotion. Big deal, right? Well, it is my favorite, and I had been holding off on buying some until I had my own income again. It became a bit of a symbol, this body lotion, and I relished the anticipation.
O yeah, and I tried Pokémon Go! I am entertained by it but perhaps not as much as actual Pokémon fans or at least people who like wandering around with their phones out. Since the library is a Pokémon Gym, I regularly witness Pokémon Go players bumping into things. I try not to laugh.
Time for bed. Tonight I will rest well, being all caught up with my project. Well, for a few hours. Then Zen will start to sing …
Writing from: my study. Listening to: some episode of “Prison Break” I’m not really watching.
I did a foolish thing today: I ate a granola bar that had a gluten-containing ingredient I did not catch while I was reading the packaging in the store. I got pretty sick, but since I only ingested a little gluten, I should be fully recovered by tomorrow evening. Work was rough.
Tonight FunkyPlaid and I took a walk to the market and it helped me feel better, both physically and emotionally. And then we bought granola bars that are clearly marked gluten-free.
I love walking around Portland. This time of year, the city is one big garden, flowers and veggies alike. These are growing right out onto our neighbor’s sidewalk!
Writing from: my study. Listening to: my guts churning. Ugh.
When we arrived at the airport this evening to drop my mom off, the check-in desk was closed. Since the sign on it said it would still be closed for an hour yet, we all piled back in the car and went to Pix Patisserie and had coffee and macarons.
I know you can’t really stretch time, but it was almost like we could. Just for an hour, the flower unbloomed.
Writing from: my suddenly-empty study. Listening to: “The Nearness of You” by Bill Charlap.
Today’s photo is yet another beautiful specimen from Rose City, which is certainly living up to the nickname this week. Before my dad and I said goodbye tonight, we took one last wander around the neighborhood and stopped to smell the roses.
I had a whole rumination on our far-flung lives and how relieved I am to be at least on the same continent as my own family again … but my iPad ate it. For all my iPad appreciation, I still have not figured out how to use it to post here without losing text. Any tips from those of you posting to WordPress with your own tablets?
Writing from: the living-room. Listening to: the latest episode of “The Catch”. I can’t decide if I like it or not.
This afternoon, Zen and I took advantage of the gorgeous spring weather in Portland and lounged on the back deck together. While I like to take pictures of the various spring flowers that have bloomed in our yard, Zen prefers to assess them with her mouth. We call this preference of hers “visiting the salad bar.”
Writing from: my makeshift study in the dining-room. Listening to: the TV on in the other room, just for company.
Yesterday I forgot to write anything at all about Valentine’s Day. Not that I had anything in particular to say about it yesterday (or ever) but my sister-in-law gave us a wee bouquet of red roses that I remembered to photograph today. You know I like taking pictures of flowers, even if I haven’t done so with my dSLR in ages. I think I may have too many interests. Tonight I couldn’t decide if I wanted to play “Firewatch” or listen to podcasts. (Podcasts won out.)