Lake Oswego is ebullient jade & emerald foliaged splendour and way too fucking posh houses overlooking the water is it the Willamette River or the namesaked lake? I don't know. I went into a shoppe just offf "A" street [lettered streets have always annoyed me and i just can't figger out why] near State Street, which is what highway 43from Portland turns into in Lake Os, in order to ask directions. I was met by a 50 something yr old elegant lady with a nice bob and cosmetic caked visage that would make Tammy Fay Bakker proud; as i started my inquiry a furry being swept right on up to my boot tips. Startled, i brode off, staring down at the canine come to greet me, as the lady giggled " its just our resident shitzu" is exactly what she said, i staved my urge to reply, 'are ya kiddin i thot maybe ya wanted me to swab the deck." anyway 'well hello' i said instead to the shitzu what continued to regard me as I finished directional inquiry and then listened as its human cohort prattled on with complicated and mind numbing driving instructions. I barely paid heed to the baubles and trinkets of my environs as I knew, quite well, they'd be nothing I could presently afford.
So why was i looking for a Chase Manhattan? you ask. Well my pops opened an account there in order to deposit emergency funds for me to withdraw with an atm card he sent. yes, i know this sounds quite privileged, so i add that he only did that for the first time ever in all my late 20's somethin [yeh right] years, about 3 or 4 mos. ago. This time he had put a little extree in than the normal scant monthly amount, as my son had collected sponsorships from some family members for his exertions in his schools Run for The Arts, which was a bit of a jode to me as one of the prizes given to the student runners was a Nike sportsbag. Lovely, i thought and with some humor, Our kids have to go run laps in order to get arts at their schools and a prize handcrafted by some sweatshop kids who probably don't even get to go to school.
I let him do it anyway, because he wanted to and my wanting to do something athletic is rather rare. So well aside from all this I've found I am started to grow fond of this area and having reservations about moving away from it ot Tucson, where I shall probably hold that bright orb of light in the sky in amuch much different regard. Perhaps, not at first, but it will happen. The solitary thought that quiets my apprehension is that i know i've gone through oh so many lives & repeated a few in my years here on this realm of planet earth and yet that repeating is also just what unnerves me sometimes. Somehow, though, i feel placid right now in this contemplation and self assured that I WILL NOT fall asleep again and that Tucson, though seemingly a step back, will in actuality be a step forward. And that it is not the all of the future or does not have - and this leaving of Portland area does not have to reek of permanence and should i want to, i will be able to return at any time!!!
So i says to Neil, whilst driving him to work one early morn, i says, 'I am often amazed at how much people will talk about themselves.' and Neil often annoyed by my bits of conversation in the wee hours of the morn responds, 'i am amazed at how much people talk.'
hmm, think i, what mean spirited retort can i think up right quick. i reply, 'yes, i know you are, quite aware, in fact. I am amazed at how little people talk.' and Neil, he say, 'like who?' and i say, deciding not to react defensively after all,
'you know, really little people like this,' i say motioning by spreading two fingers apart, 'they talk all squeaky and cute' mimic i. 'they're all around us - can't you see them?
uhm hmm, he giggles- ehr i mean chuckles, neil he don't like it when i say he giggles, he says gels giggle not guys. anyway thus did i avoid another fight.
and yes i was driving in the fast lane for any who find it far fetched!!!!
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