This appears to be graffiti of a yakking bird, over stencil of a raccoon head.
I’m not sure what exactly this sculpture that someone near Alberta had in their yard says about man’s inhumanity to man, but it’s certainly something.
I got a rather severe spider bite on my ass last week. Attributing the incident to pants that had been sitting in the back of the closet for some time, I took everything out and washed it. Unfortunately, there isn’t a conveniently-located dry cleaners, so my 1960s Brook’s Brothers suit is still sitting around for Yoshi to use to demonstrate his habit of sitting in the worst possible places.
Living in Silverton reminds me of these dioramas I saw in a carefully curated if wee bit dusty museum run by an adorable (but, um, wee bit dusty) husband and wife in the mountains in France.
It was the day Kate, Sylvia, & I went out without Joaquin, who had to telecommute (totally unfair). I know it was near Lamalou-les-Bains, but in an even smaller town. Olargues, maybe?
Anyways, what I want to be clear about is that I mean this as a compliment. It is seriously cute in Silverton. The people are seriously friendly here. And almost everyone is extremely well groomed (which is actually more than I can say for some of the citizens of le tinytown francais, right?).
I still feel like an outsider as a resident, maybe because I’m still doing all of my grocery shopping in Portland on the weekends, and spend all my weeknights making project samples while streaming Battlestar Galactica. So whose fault is that. As a teacher, however, I feel very welcomed and appreciated, and since I’ve already sung my swan song for Molalla, I feel at liberty to say this was absolutely the right move for me to make professionally. (Whew.)
How the other move, the Steelhammer Rd part, fits in to everything is still tricky and weird. Maybe I should try to find a way to quantify things.
This week:
moonlight and deer foraging in the yard, +1 Silverton
two separate death matches with hornets in the living room, -1 Silverton
