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Only thing I got to show you, running around the room

I’ll admit it, I like commuting. My commute is fairly easy, if I make it past the school bus stops before the buses are there.Up in the hills that take me from Hawkins to Chambers, where the houses are just now sprinkling in and replacing the trees. I always pass the same old man walking a dog that is equally old, in dog years of course. Every morning, since my first commute to Cottage Grove, this man gives me a slow wave. I give him the obligatory wave over the steering wheel. Never met the guy, don’t live near him (to the best of my knowledge). And yet he waves… every morning. I think I know why some people do this. I think that the wave-counterwave is all a life-affirming action. When he waves, he says to me non-verbally, “you exist” and my return wave assures him, “you exist too.” Especially early in the morning is important to reassure people that they exist.

Or…

The wave-counterwave may be him saying, “please don’t run me over, because I know that you and I are the only two people out here right now… and only you would know.” My wave tells this old man, “your day is not today.”

No, but seriously I could never run over that guy… he has a dog with him.

I enjoy these little routines and niceties.

Next time: Truckers that flash their taillights when you let them in to your lane.

 

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It’s adios to aviros, tell ’em to stay between the lines

I think that this has been the longest dry-spell of posting. I’ve been neglectful. I’ve been bad, but being bad can be so good. Especially when my office is so hot. My legs stick to my chair. no good.So 2,784 miles driven between Eugene and Woodburn, I’ve completed my marathon commuting. The good news is that that I never fell asleep once at the wheel… not unlinke two years ago where a mid-I5 nap was looking pretty tempting. If anyone needs an update on the daily progress of any of the numerous bridge construction or a detailed layout of where the cops like to sit, I can deliver both. It was nice to have a friendly dog to come home to every night, but I’m glad the driving is over. I maintain that being in your parents’ house all by yourself is one of the most unsettling feelings. It’s like a house of ghosts, but the ghosts will be back at the end of their vacation.

I just got back from Bend, Jess and I went over to visit her family. They have this pretty clydesdale, I think I would really enjoy having a horse–you could dress them up for the holidays, ride them into town to get groceries. At this point I think I am feeling the urge to make a “horse-power” joke, but I’ll resist. That would preceding into what Pratt and Derek Bell would call a “Wellsy”*. But I digress. I really enjoy being at their place, it is nice being away from other houses and there is something very soothing about sleeping to the sound of the Dechutes river… that is until the crossbar in the hide-a-bed wakes you up. Although, I think that my favorite time to go to Bend is in the winter, but I think that is because I had a childhood that was primarily deprived of decent snowfall.

*ok, here’s the Wellsy, “How much horsepower this bad mama-jama got?” “Oh, about one.” Told you it was bad.

 

 

‘Cause the truth you might be running from is so small

Well, it has been a long while since I last wrote on the webpage, I blame this solely on moving, finals, papers, working, and now commuting. Since my last update i have moved into my new apartment (read this as: off campus), I now own a vehicle (’97 CRV)… but the worst of all is that Jessica has been in Mexico for three weeks now with three weeks to go. Add to this that everyone else is out of the country, my parents and Meagan have gone, once again, to Newfoundland. Because of this i rarely have human contact except from work and the occasional trip to the supermarket. I have also been running four times a week and according to my calculations, in June I ran about forty miles. Not bad if i say so myself.
As it is summer which means that another academic year has come to a close which for me means not only no school for a while but also that i am now a Senior. I am a mere forty credits away from graduating with my B.A., I find this astounding because I remember just like yesterday moving into the dorms and here i am almost done with school. Time sure has flown by, i hope the rest of my life isn’t this quick to pass by.
In late August I am making a guest appearance in New York State, which should be fun… i have always wanted to go to New York City so I will be meeting up with my friend Greg (From W. Falls), I’ll send post cards. Other than that my life is pretty mundane right now… I expect life to pick up a little bit more when people start coming back from outside of the country, mainly Jessica. Until then…