It was a suicide mission. I knew that going in.
That’s the way I like it. Long odds against … well, impossible odds.
I made my time (sic) and said my goodbyes. “Goodbye, iPod. Goodbye, iMac. Goodbye, iPad. Goodbye, Apple TV.” I’m only human so I brought the iPad with me. I knew we would make a fine Thelma & Louise moment together.
I was going to that McDonalidzed experience at the strip mall where they make eyeglasses. What the hell, you can only die once.
I made sure to bring my blue pen. We were decidedly heading out past the point of no return.
I squinted and turned to face my destiny. I took that warm feeling spreading through my pants as a sign I was doing the right thing.
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Oregonians know well the distinctive shape of their state. It’s found on key chains, souvenir shot glasses, business logos, decorative plates and innumerable wood-carved thingies. I feel bad for states like Colorado that have an outline about as exciting as a rectangle.
Colorado, Wyoming and Utah are the only states which have boundaries defined solely by lines of latitude and longitude. (Thanks for the arcane knowledge, Wikipedia!)
After hearing about all of the sunny and warmer days that have been happening on the Oregon coast, this weekend my wife and I decided to go see for ourselves. The plan was to leave cold and foggy Portland behind and go all the way around the NW corner of that unique Oregon shape.
Here are a few photographs from the trip. I’ve left them full-size to they can be clicked to enlarge.
The Portland Oregon skyline on the way out of town.
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My explorations of space and time continue.
I remember when I was younger. Time moved slower. If there was some future date I was looking forward to, like Christmas, it took an agonizingly long time to arrive. It took forever.
As an adult, I’m learning it works just a wee bit differently.
I seldom look forward to anything. I did recently, though, when it came to our camping trip. And, of course, any day where I don’t have to work. A work week with only four days is so different than a regular work week it almost blows my mind. Those are about the only things I look forward to as an adult. Days away from the pain. A rare added bonus is days that will actually be fun. Like camping. Or a weekend stay at the Bed & Breakfast where we got married. Those are days I can look forward to.
You may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting. It is not logical but it is often true.
So there are times I may actually look forward to something. And that’s where time comes in. Blink. I’m back at work and the thing I was looking forward to is now just a memory.
WFT? How in the hell did that happen? It was a month away and now all of the sudden it’s already over?
When it was younger, because it took so long, there was an actually sense of anticipation. I realized recently that anticipation is history because anything I look forward to arrives in the blink of any eye. It’s over and a distant memory long before there was any chance of actual anticipation.
Time sure ain’t what it used to be.