My first week and all is ascramble. Thousands of new impressions, and feelings. Just walking in my back yard, no mosquitos, sitting on the grass of my lawn, to ticks. The temp is in the 70s, cooler i the evenings. I feel like a volunteer in the Oregon Department of Tourism, but as Penni said, it is paradise.
Had a wonderful visit with Penni, Alan, Lily and Katie. Nice to know, I’m not alone in the leitmotif of chaos , their kitchen was shrouded and getting painted. However it will be reconstituted much sooner. I’ve been getting daily updates from the man driving my worldly goods and as of now, Wed evening, he’s still on track for Friday!!
I’m not ready!
OMG, Portland (OR) is the 181st safest driving city in the nation’s 200 largest cities. Mass transit for me. The avg. Portlander, according to The Oregonian, is involved inn a crash every 7 years. The second overall was every 13.7 years.
Warning: Icky unpleasant scene here.
The Oregonian also talked about yet another Garp death, in case you’ve read “The World According to . . .” They were mowing along the highway and killed a guy who was apparently sleeping in the grass. Talk about bad timing. I bet they mow the grass once a year.
What a weed!
I’ve taken before pictures, that is, before my furniture is delivered tomorrow. I’m hoping to be able to walk through my house once it all lands.