Shortly after FunkyPlaid and I moved to Portland, our dear friends C and R introduced us to the delicious Mexican-style rotisserie chicken of Pollo Norte. Tonight it was a perfect dinner option for our exhausted, stressed selves.
I love my job and I am also desperate for the work week to be over. I’ve been on the edge of a cold for days now and could use a Saturday filled with nothing but sleep.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: nothing at all.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year: pumpkin spice time!
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: my bedtime alarm going off. Good night!
Sometimes you sit at home in a world that only exists in a collective imagination.
Sometimes you go out into the real world and inhabit what a joyful fever-dream of a Kevin Costner-obsessed, seven-foot-tall clown who will never speak, only sing and grunt and command people to eat cupcakes while he sings “Under Pressure” at them.
Sometimes you are at work and an echo of your past heart walks in as your throat closes and you half-kneel, half-crouch, bargaining with time so maybe this moment could last a little longer than it surely will, bargaining with your shoddy memory which deftly picks exactly now to tell you that this isn’t your beloved but rather someone else’s beloved and can’t you see that all the details are wrong and it doesn’t matter but you won’t cry, no you won’t, not at work, not at a new job, and so you make all of your adult body stand up and smile and walk away.
And the rest of the week? You simply take pictures of the things that fill up other spaces in your brain, colors and shapes in pleasant arrangements, nothing too dangerous, nothing too bizarre: myriad mundanities that somehow add up to a life.
Writing from: my study in Portland. Listening to: “Wasted Time” by Eagles.
Sometimes the Internet pacifies my laziness in a great way. FunkyPlaid and I were hunger-yawning by the time we got to Eugene so I asked my Pocket Computer for nearby food options and it told me about Cornbread Café. Turns out this place is a vegan diner! Check out the darling decor. I enjoyed my Eggfu Benedict, especially the cashew hollandaise, although the tofu “egg” was a bit texturally weird for me.
Writing from: my study. Listening to “Cranes” by Tigue.
I’m feeling a bit ill tonight after a run of generally good health days. I sometimes forget how precarious that health can be, so tonight’s photo is of two gluten-free treats that make me happy. The guide was a gift from Courtney, and I’m looking forward to visiting all of the gluten-free restaurants and bakeries listed in it. The cookies are a fairly tasty find from Fred Meyer that are not only gluten-free but vegan too. It’s tough to do both well.
Writing from: my study. Listening to: my stomach grumble.