Day 322 of Project 365: Victorian gloom.

Whew, day four of my six-day workweek is done! This one has been a bit rough. I’ve had to ask a lot of questions about aspects of my job that I wished I already had a handle on. Sometimes I hate asking for help, but then I remind myself that I am only five months in.

FunkyPlaid and I went to dinner tonight and spied this B&B while walking back to the car. It looked like a haunted house, but not in a scary way. It’s a cheerfully haunted house, where the ghosts rearrange books so their titles spell out funny sentences.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: FunkyPlaid fill the hot-water bottles. Must be time for sleep!

Day 320 of Project 365: The room where it happens.

Tonight V and I went to see Leslie Odom, Jr. at the Newmark. It was exactly what I needed. He was charming, humble, a consummate performer backed by a great band. Bonus: V managed to get seats in the front row of the second balcony. We had an excellent view!

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For those of you who haven’t heard the name before, Leslie Odom, Jr. won the 2016 Tony Award for Best Actor in a Musical for his role as Aaron Burr in “Hamilton”.

Here are some songs that he performed (other than the “Hamilton” selections, of course):

Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: guess who?

Day 318 of Project 365: Feline royalty.

FunkyPlaid and I are facing another holiday season apart, due to store business, so we took advantage of our waning time together and explored the city a little tonight. In our wanderings we stumbled across a terrific shop called Flutter and met its resident cat, King.

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Portland is long on whimsical charm, and for that I love it more and more.

Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: the enchanting soundtrack of AbyssRium, a not-game game I’ve been playing.

Day 316 of Project 365: Years for the first day.

FunkyPlaid and I took a nice long walk in Ladd’s Addition this afternoon. I always feel better after walking and chatting about nothing in particular with FunkyPlaid. The leaves are falling in earnest and soon it will be our first winter in Portland.

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I am so tired that I couldn’t think of a title for this photo, so I let auto-complete decide for me. I typed in “Years” and then one of the next words to pop up and then on until I had a full phrase. It is nonsense but I like it anyway. That is possibly my motto for this entire website.

Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: myself yawn at 21:30 on a Friday night. Such a party animal.

Day 303 of Project 365: Oak leaves.

FunkyPlaid and I, each with our own ailments, managed to shamble around the neighborhood together just before dusk. We got a great preview of some of our neighbors’ Halloween decorations and scuffed our feet in a bunch of oak leaves.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: Faith No More’s cover of “Easy” because I made a stupid joke and that’s how it goes in this place.

Day 298 of Project 365: Streets of gold.

I dozed off on the bus and woke up to glimpse a huge rainbow in the eastern sky. The color of the sky was so strange that as soon as I hopped off at my stop I stood in the light rain to take a snap. No filters here, just gorgeous autumn sky.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “Resist the Tide” by Cynthia Hopkins.

Resist the tide, stand in the water
That’s baptism, that’s making light
Electricity is proof that there can be
A little bit of light in all this darkness

Day 287 of Project 365: Storm prep.

We’ve got a big storm headed our way. I was quite innocent about all of this today but my coworkers kept mentioning stocking up on stuff to last through the weekend so I went to Freddy’s after work.

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Not pictured: Halloween candy. The wind blew it into my basket! Yeah, yeah, and I got fruit and vegetables and tins of soup and crackers too.

Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: the gusts of wind and rain hitting the windows.

Day 284 of Project 365: Leaves afire.

En route to the bus, I snapped a quick photo of some of our lovely autumn foliage.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “The Wind” by Doe Paoro (feat. Adam Rhodes).

 

Day 280 of Project 365: Bus daze.

This morning began with a packed bus, unusual for my bus stop and for the time of day. The trip got more exciting as the driver detoured around a crash site but missed a turn. Getting us back to our actual route involved a curb-crunching three-point turn and a particularly exciting chug up a steep grade with a proper bottoming-out at the end.

Tonight I was a bit late leaving work. The later bus had unfamiliar people, an unfamiliar driver, and the light was all wrong. How attuned to routine I am, how easily flummoxed by a shift of forty-five minutes.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: FunkyPlaid packing for his trip down south. 😢

Day 279 of Project 365: Moss and bark.

Today’s photo is a bit abstract, since I wasn’t willing to risk dunking my phone (or my whole self) in the creek to get a closer snap. My commute isn’t all urban; I am treated to texturally delectable sights like this one every day. I have to remember that when I’m feeling cranky about all that time on the bus.

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The ending of “The Bone Clocks” took a bleak turn, and I’m struggling to finish the very last pages. But David Mitchell is unarguably talented, and I’ll keep reading his books.

Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “Sol” by Solar Fields.