The intention of this past weekend was to go to bend, but we only got as far as Woodburn. The freezing rain and the constant bad weather on all of the passes made the trip fade away. Although, we were able to pull together an impromptu weekend in Woodburn. Saturday was mostly watching movies around the house. On Sunday, Jess, Mom, Dad and I drove up to Portland. Me and Pa, dropped off our missess at the bridal show at the convention center. How come there is never a convention for men to walk away with bags of free stuff. Although, I hear that the apex of the even was the fountain of flowing chocolate. I was wondering if they had a fountain of butter, which would be perfect if you were having popcorn or baked potatoes at your wedding. We can all have our own dreams.While the ladies were doing wedding stuff, Dad and I hung out drinking coffee at Lloyd Center. Our highlight of the day was the screaming noise that was coming from underneath the car. I thought it was a pebble stuck under the break, Mom later thought that the car was going to explode.
And in other news: work is good, school is bad.
Well, it’s happened again–Jess has headed home for the three weeks of winter vacation. What does this mean for me? It took me two hours to drag the computer into the living room, an hour later–I rented Curb Your Enthusiasm (which is too realistic) and Supersize Me. Welcome to seclusion.First week of teaching has come and gone–and I’m tired. Nineteen weeks to go, but I think this will be an interesting and helpful experience. But it may make me a completely removed from society beyond school and the commute home.
Back to the Sunday of Chris.
Well, my partial summer of George continues, sans recliner with a built in fridge… but as I see it, we’ve all got to make sacrifices at some point in our lives.Had a very romantic dinner tonight, the sat by the light of the fireplace, I cooked the dinner, then watched a couple of movies. Of course, it would have been much more romantic if Jess wasn’t in Bend but it is the thought that counts. But seriously, there is nothing better than a crackling fire and an Al Pacino movie. Tonight’s selection was Carlito’s Way. I maintain that Serpico and Scent of a Woman are my favorite (non-Godfather) Pacino movies.
Last night was interesting too. My parents were at the coast with my sister this weekend, giving her a last hoorah before she moves into Collier hall here on the U of O campus (4 days!). My dad called to see if I’d like to meet them at the Mo’s in Florence for dinner. I couldn’t pass up a free meal, let alone, a free meal at Mo’s. We had a nice dinner (try the blackened halibut). The real interesting part was the drive home by myself. Not only was it a torrential downpour, but the main road to Eugene was closed due to a major accident. I had to take highway 36 all they way back to Junction City and then 99 back to Eugene. When they clal 36 a highway, it is really a bloated description of a road that is barely two lanes. Nestled in between a rockwall and a devastating drop on the other side, it made the rain all that much more fun. Initially I was stuck behind a congo line of cars that were going, at best, 25 to 26 mph on this 55 mph road. Even after I passed them, I could only go about 45 thanks in part to my total lack of knowledge pertaining to the road and the constant sheet of rain on my windsheild. Two and half hours later, I made it back to Eugene. Even with the long drive home, it sure beat my usual, dinner at the coffee table and then followed by my lounging half on and half off of the couch for the remaining hours of my consciousness.
It’s nearing 1:30 in the morning and the fire is nearly out (both physically and figuratively). Time to sign off.