Weekend Update, Catch Up If You Can Edition
Two weekends ago I:
Embraced the true meaning of spring cleaning and emptied our apartment of various assortments of clutter, junk, and superfluous receipts. Behold, one example of the apartment organization & cleanliness, and the fact that Chris has been bringing me many a bouquet of flowers lately:
Right now there are seven vases full of tulips, daffodils, and various greenery. Not because Chris brought home seven bouquets (he’s not in the proverbial doghouse, at all), but more because I love tulips and daffodils so much that I put them in as many vases as I could in order to infect every single conceivable space in our apartment with their cheerful springtime dispositions.
This weekend I:
- Tackled the Disorganized Monster feeding off our lack of storage space in the bedroom and re-organized our closet, gave a bag of clothes to a local thrift store, and actually managed to fit the rest of our wardrobe-related items into various drawers throughout the room. Next up: a shoe rack needs to be purchased, as does some more shelving for additional storage space in the room.
- Drove past what I have been told was once a mental institution (+10 instant creepy points!) and is now a dilapidated mess of stone and glass resting on an oil company’s property, and thus guarded with large fences and barbed wire and a paunchy security guard who sauntered out to greet our car when we apparently drove too close to the fence. I managed to snap a sideways picture while he was giving us a disapproving glare. (So rebellious! am I.)
- Visited Portland’s St. John’s neighborhood and bridge of the same name for the first time ever. It’s now by far my favorite of our city’s many bridges. Here are some of my favorite pictures snapped while we were traipsing above and beneath it:
- Drove to the beautifully strange Sauvie Island for the first time, ever, wherein Chris and I both decided it’s the perfect place for body dumping, and also (hi! morbid) I watch too much CSI: Whatever City. It really was beautiful, see:
But the major creep factor rested in the single road winding all the way around the bigger than we originally thought island, wherein there were myriad places to pull over and (ahem) “park,” or thus get into other mischievous mischief. Other related creepiness included: no gas station on the island and no anywhere to go to the bathroom beyond graffiti-adorned porta-potties placed sporadically along the roadside. Chris wasn’t so keen on le porta-potty, understandably:
Peace, love, and porta-potties, man.
- Made it home from our expedition with time and daylight to spare, feeling very much like this:
Happy! Monday, all.
Weekend Update, Leprechaun Edition
I haven’t run a 5k since 2005, when my sister and I signed up to “trot” a Race for the Cure in Portland and then on race day, about twenty minutes before we were set to briskly walk with the rest of the meanders, she asked if we could run. We have different memories of this day, but I remember knowing we would run even though we had said we were going to walk. I also remember that while she → Read more...
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This post inspired by my friend and Patron Saint of Divorce Redemption.
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My Heart Is A Nautical-Themed Pashmina Afghan
We interrupt copious amounts of Asia recapping this broadcast for a maritime digression of sorts.
You see, I’ve been a lover of the ocean, and of all things aquatic and nautical-inspired, ever since I can remember.
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