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.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: FunkyPlaid fill the hot-water bottles. Must be time for sleep!
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!
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
En route to the bus, I snapped a quick photo of some of our lovely autumn foliage.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “The Wind” by Doe Paoro (feat. Adam Rhodes).
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.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: FunkyPlaid packing for his trip down south. 😢
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.
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.