9:30 a.m. - Reached St. Helens. Drove through "Old Towne." Didn't look that old. Lots of Klassy Korner type shops, or Olde Tyme Antiques. Aren't there enough yet? Are the gods still not satisfied? "BUILD US ANTIQUE STORES, UNWORTHY MORTAL."
9:50 a.m. - Ill-advised turn onto country road.
10:00 a.m. - Lots of driving.
10:45 a.m. - Lots more driving. Logging lands? Vernonia? OK, not quite yet.
10:46 a.m. - The road lost its center line, dropping all pretense of being a legitimate highway that could possibly lead to the house I was supposed to look at at 10 a.m. "No Trespassing" signs abound. Clearly everyone is cooking meth. One yard has a million year stash of discarded/stolen traffic control signs including a fully operational, though moss-covered, stoplight.
11 a.m. - Back in civilization. Futile, prolonged search for apartment.
11:10 a.m. - Drawn by huge orange and yellow banners proclaiming "APARTMENTS FOR RENT!" and "YOU'RE ALREADY HOME!", I pulled into one complex to inquire. Turned out there's nothing to rent. Deception hurts.
11:54 a.m. - Now. In a Starbucks drinking rather low grade coffee served to me by a woman who called me "honey" -- usually wins me over right away. Didn't in this case.
11:55 a.m. - People really need to stop pretending that spandex leggings are pants.
11:57 a.m. - Striving for a more positive attitude.
(image courtesy of the National Archive or something)
12:46pm Drives to Eugene to participate in wedding activities. Joy abounds. ;)
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the new job! I just heard from your mom. SO happy you are back working in journalism. :) Hope you get settled and find good things where you are now.
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