So, driving through my old hometown of Seaside, OR, a while ago, I see a sign. As most of you have probably seen on the news, the Oregon coast is innundated with drug houses, specifically, meth labs. Supposedly, the state has been cracking down on this problem. To raise public awareness, they’re sort of trying to emulate the “Neighborhood Watch” idea. So, back to the sign. As you enter city limits, it says “Welcome to Seaside: An Meth Watch Community.” I thought it was funny. C’mon….an meth watch community???
So, I’m formatting my hard drive tonight, so if no one sees me online for days, call me…there must have problems
–27 days
If you only had a month or so to do things with people you may never see again, you start freaking out about all the things you never got to do. So, from now on, I’m going to start working on this list.
–28 days
I love Sunday afternoons. They almost always involve good friends, good wine, great food and conversation. Things that I’m beginning to value more and more as my departure date draws nearer. (Exactly one month from today.) Today, we made our own gyros with freshly cooked lamb, tzatziki and pita.
I’ll miss this view of downtown Portland from William’s apartment. I’ll miss throwing 6-course meals with lobster bisque, beef tri-tip fondue and antipasto. Listening to the soundtrack from “Jesus Christ, Superstar” and eating ice cream with fresh berries. Watching my dog sleep. Beer & smokes at the Brass. At least 3 friends that are always just a phone call away, 24 hours a day. Fishing. Waiting tables.
I’m going to miss most of football season. That really bugs me. We already get the shortest season in pro sports anyway, and then to make me miss all but the first 4 weeks of it is just cruel. Oh well, my Falcons will have to wait one more season to win the Superbowl. As they say, “There’s always next season”.
