Moody Meow

I don’t have enough time to breathe, finish my reading (I spent WAY too much time on that fucking Marie Antionette biography), and finish my writing. I’m trying to make sure I have time for everything, and I do, I just have to stop spinning my wheels and STFU.

We took the  Max all over the city this weekend. First a trip to the Portland Saturday Market, then back to la casa to walk el puppies, then back downtown to go to Velour, then to Beaverton, and then back to our side of the world. It’s really nice not having to drive. Really. Spending the time, chatting with D, taking in the sights and sounds of the drunks and disillusioned, watching people listen, laughing at the overly affectionate couple. A story (many stories) could be told about the people on the train.

D encouraged me to buy a new bracelet with a quote on it to remind me of who I am and why I am. It says:

May my thinking be creative and fill the world with light.

It’s a good reminder. It also fits my wrist perfectly. You gotta love his taste in everything.

I think I’m tired of Halo. I should spend more time reading anyway. So, this is fair warning to everyone. I’m going to dissappear for a few weeks. I’ve got a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it in. Don’t be offended if I don’t call, write or blog. Feel free to call & write. I need the distractions sometimes to clear my head.

Oh, and on Flyday, we had sewage in the bathtub. Roto rooter came out and told me that the pipes were set to a shallow grade, and that we’d end up with another clog if we kept putting shit down the drain. Even with the garbage disposal…. frack. So, I’m going to look into composting. They’ve got these cool little composters that sit under the sink with the garbage can so that you can compost in your kitchen, rather than have a huge pile of rotting food in your yard. I’m all kinds of a treehugger and shit, but that could be quite nasty. We’ll see where this goes.

• Thank you Alexis for being my friend, and for making me laugh.
• Thanks C&B for one of the best Saturdays we’ve ever had.
• Thanks Amandapants for showing me my favorite restraunt in town.
• And thanks D for being you. I like your pants

I need to get myself some lunch. Happy Monday.