And now Daylight Saving Time has plunged us back into darkness. Don’t worry, it won’t be long until the light finds its way back.
Postcard from Indiana
From Valerie who is retired from the Red Cross, and is really ready for spring! Apparently, they still have snow on the ground.
Today’s funny comics. Subtitle. Two ways I appreciate the boyfriend.
Thank goodness I took the band Journey’s adage to heart and learned eventually that “lovin’ a music man ain’t always what it’s supposed to be.” If I hadn’t left drummers behind, not only would I be marking time through endless drum solos, but also I wouldn’t have met Matt.
I grew up in a family that watched spectator sports. Baseball and football mostly, but also college basketball. So I am quite familiar with this interview. And thank goodness the boyfriend has absolutely no interest in spectator sports so I don’t have to listen to this interview any longer.
More happenings at the Kenton Max stop
This motel, which is no longer a motel, but some sort of way station for adults with small children, is getting a paint job. But why must they paint all in brown, which not only is a bad color for grey-skied Portland, but just reminds me of my K-12 institutions color choices of: horrible brown, horrible green, horrible cream.
However, the sun is making very nice shadows of the cow silhouettes at the Kenton Max stop. There are cow silhouettes at this Max stop because once upon a time, the cows use to come off of the train from Eastern Oregon, and march their way to the slaughterhouse where the Expo Center now is.
Three sentence movie reviews: Treme Season 2
Season two is all about moving on. Sure, a hurricane (and some other factors) completely destroyed your city and sure you are fighting your way back, and for sure there will be a lot of day-to-day grind because that’s how great tragedy is: exhausting. At least there are moments of laughter and always, always, always, the music is there.
Cost: free from library
Where watched: at home
Poster from: amazon.com
Safety first?
It has just occurred to me that code probably requires them to nail 2x4s across each window space so no one falls out.
“If that ball goes up there, you aren’t getting it back until the janitor can get on the roof”
I can just hear the recess monitor now. The funny part about this is that I took the picture standing on the staircase that heads down to the playground. But the balls on the roof are so tantalizing, just at my eye level.
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They were kind of asking for it with that title. And, thinking back to the standard overstatement of the delightful hotel owner in the first movie, it would have been been in keeping to call it the Even Better Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.
Hee. That’s all I have to say. Hee.
Williams Ave and just one picture from our food tour.
Matt, his mother Linda and I are on our way to a Forktown Food Tour of N. Mississippi Street. I wanted to update you on the ch-ch-ch-changes on N. Williams Avenue first. This sign was photographed in January.
Across the street, this building has undergone a huge transformation. I even have compare/contrast photos for you. Now:
Here’s what it looked like on 1/28:
And here’s just one picture from our food tour. That is a huge shelf of bitters. Read more about it here.
Juttings Contained
That didn’t take long. A small part of me wished that the juttings would have been a feature of the roof, not something to be covered with roofing material.