Futility Now

So I guess it’s official that I’m an old man, because I’m incredibly relieved that the temperature is creeping up to around 50 again. In my youth (hand on forehead) I was largely indifferent to the cold, but three years on the West Coast have cast me straight back into the mewling wimp category.

Since we moved here I have been complaining incessantly about the fact that good bread can’t be found for money or love in Montavilla (well, when the farmer’s market is on Fleur De Lis comes here, but boy is the farmer’s market ever NOT on right now). While it would have been amazing if someone had opened a bakery in the old Grenade building instead of the body shop that’s going to go in there eventually, we did get the next best thing when Pastry Girl started carrying nice bread from somewhere else in town. The list of things that I need to go further than two blocks to acquire is getting even shorter.

So let’s see, what has been going on?

Well, for starters I invented this awesome sandwich

so that’s something.

We also went to the woods again, only this time we made a further expedition to this lake, which was total quality fun. I’m a little leery of camping in general, because I am very serious about personal hygiene, but as a day trip it was really wonderful.

Portland institution Shag has decided to move next to the tattoo parlor across the street, so I guess that’s another exciting sign that the neighborhood is on the way up. We sort of knew that already, since being able to stroll out and get a drink or something has become a bit of a challenge, since everything is packed to the gills most evenings. Unfortunately, you still have to go a couple miles to get a decent loaf of bread. Somebody could really make a mint by correcting this, says I.

Here is Yoshi staring balefully out of the bathroom window at me.

Here is a raccoon that was asleep in our yard this morning.

Here is Yoshi staring balefully out of the bathroom window at the raccoon.

I took these on my was to get comics on Valentine’s day.

Hilariously old-school signs for an upcoming event.

I guess they worked, because after seeing them, Hazel wants us to attend.