Patchett tells us the story of a recently retired woman visiting her daughter living in a Swiss Zen center. Q&A and stuff here.
We run out of tape. I go to Fred Meyer, the place where I probably spend 80% of funds. Because they have everything. But you know what they don’t have? Tape dispensers. So, being out of tape, and needing tape, I once again purchase those plastic not-reusable clear tape dispensers.
Repeat. For nine years.
Free at last!
My computer has been out of commission for two weeks now. And, despite having it “repaired” by a national chain of tech help, it is still not working right and will have to be repaired again. Which means another week will pass without my vital electronic helper.
Once I regain possession of a completely working computer, I will return to blogging. You can look forward to:
- The rest of the August posts.
- Multiple posts (I believe there are six) about the Oregon State Fair.
- Vacation pictures.
- Blog post #3000.
- More movie reviews, (though not many more, as I haven’t had much time for movies, either.)
- More book reviews (so far October has been a Smart Slut extravaganza. Thanks, Heidi Joy Trethaway!)
- More of the this-and-that that makes this blog go.
This production also had some excellent musical interludes like this one set to the Theme from a Summer Place where the attendants advanced their romances via sports.
The prince and his attendants disguised themselves as Muscovites to court the ladies. These Muscovites come as Russian-style gangsters. The ladies also have disguised themselves and come prepared for the men. There is more wooing to the sound of Hernado’s Hidaway.
After that it was too dark for photos, but know that it all ended somewhat happily ever after. I find this play ends rather abruptly.
Yet another excellent evening with PAE.
If it weren’t for Mr. Christensen of Forest Grove, I wouldn’t have noticed that there really aren’t very many campaign bumper stickers this election season. I also enjoy that he includes a tip for displaying the bumper sticker in regions other than the bumper.
Responses to this letter took the theme of “I don’t want my car vandalized for my political viewpoint.” Which is a bummer. There should be no vandalizing of cars.
The rules. “Every rule has a story behind it,” said our guide. In this escape room, the employee sat in the room with us (my previous experience we were observed from outside the room) and he made a point of saying, “There is nothing in my pockets.” Poor guy.
This is a very delightful first date movie, as well as very nice period piece. The young Barack Obama is what was then probably referred to as “charmingly persistent” in his wooing of the much more hesitant Michelle Robinson.* Plus it had a recitation of a poem by Gwendoyn Brooks (which I, too have memorized) and also paintings by Ernie Barnes, who I was not at all familiar with.
Where watched: Cinema 21 with Matt**
*In the 80s this was charmingly persistent. Seen today it’s more of an experience where the woman sets very firm boundaries and the man walks all over them. Which made this movie kind of uncomfortable to watch.
**With whom I had a very “Who’s on First” conversation:
“And on Thursday, I’m going to watch Southside with You.”
“No, Southside with You.”
“I don’t understand. With me?”
“No, the date movie with–”
“Oh! That movie. I want to see that.”
“You want to see Southside with You with me?”
poster from: http://www.impawards.com/2016/southside_with_you.html
Remember how just a few weeks ago there was Trump art plastered outside of this building?
I return for another movie and *gasp* the building is gone! I’m not sure why I’m gasping anymore as this is probably the 700th* demolished building in Portland this year, but I did have that weird, “something is off” here feeling.
*700 is a made-up number. Could be true though.
On the one hand, we can easily take public transportation to the airport. On the other hand, it takes a long time. We’re nearly at the end of the Yellow Line and our trip consists of going to the Rose Quarter (into town) and then transferring to the Red Line which takes us to the airport (back out of town). Meanwhile, a drive to the airport is a straight shot down Columbia Boulevard and takes nearly no time at all. I’ve often wished for a bus that would do the Kenton-to-Airport route. I wonder if it would pull more people from Vancouver.
But right now there is major track work in the Rose Quarter which means all the lines have been a jumble. (The Yellow Line is mostly fine, it just isn’t running as often.) The Red Line now runs on the Yellow Line to Kenton and then people can take a shuttle bus to the airport. So here it is! My quick trip to the airport.
Too bad I don’t have any flights scheduled. If there are no construction delays, this will be done by September 4.