the war for a temperature in the mid-70s
May 16, 2006 / 5:59 p.m.
mid nineties in portland the last few days.
best friend walking in on her crush with a girl in bed with him a week ago (and hearing about it a lot and talking about it a lot)
president bush is the most unpopular president in 25 years (poll-wise)
lucie is sleeping next to me with her belly up. she must trust me now. that usually means cats trust you, right? she will still attack me, if i pet her in anywhere other than the head, or if she's outside and i want her to come in.
valium yesterday. it was sitting in the spice cabinet. "why is there valium in the spice cabinet?" i asked. i thought it would help me a little with my anxiety, to go out and accomplish something or have a productive day. so yesterday, as you were in the livingroom, i just got out out quietly and had some with water. i was just tired, that was it.
sweat DRIPPING down me now.
the joggers are good (we've been playing them in the car so much that we're getting sick of them).
a trip this morning to a supposedly visit-worthy tulip farm in salem. or the salem area. we stopped at a denny's by the freeway exit that led to the farm, and were given a receipt containing a 'senior scramble'. which figures, because woodburn oregon denny's have a very high senior to not senior ratio.
we corrected our receipt at the front and had one dollar knocked off what it would have been had we not noticed.
the farm was a total disappointment. it was one day after the 'tulip festival', and the best we could see was a infield sized area of wilting unnamed flowers in the middle of nowhere.
back home.
columbia river swimming tonight. i'll be in my boxers, it'll be dark anyway. there will be planes taking off nearby at the airport a few hundred yards away. we'll have wine.