We're in for a series of rainy, windy days here in Portland, and while that's pretty typical it's disappointing, especially after we were teased by winter with a beautiful overnight snowfall that got slushily washed away the next morning. Now it's just wet. And cold. And it's still dark in the morning so I'm grumpy. I haven't done much this past week or so but work and goof off, but slowly (slowly!) I'm getting my shit together insofar as this whole moving-overseas business goes. I'm not used to so much planning, being more of a "figure it out when you get there" person, but in this case I can't do that. This weekend - when I'm not reading the new Elizabeth George book - I will be putting together the letters to send out to prospective quasi-employers in France for July/August, and continuing the process of sorting out everything in this room into three piles: (1) things to take to France; (2) things to get rid of at the yard sale or Goodwill; and (3) things I have to try to convince Mom and John to store in boxes in their attic or use to decorate the house in Bend. The first and last piles will be the smallest ... honest, Mom. Just a few boxes.
Photographs taken on January 9 while waiting for the bus outside City Hall, where there is a small vegetable garden and some fruit trees that provide produce used at the Oregon Food Bank.
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Chard, beautiful but deadly. And the pile better be tasteful as well as small. There is the John critic.
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