I’ve been slacking
And, boy, am I sorry.
There’s been much going on this week.
In my small corner of Portland, it’s been all about spring cleaning (now that summer’s almost here), nesting in preparation for the impending kid, and upgrading my automotive situation.
So, I’ve not done the whole “best of/worst of” bit this week. Betsy was giving me ideas to use (since it was obvious from my last Metblog post that I was so dry of inspiration that I was unconsciously jacking her old articles), but I no-doubt frustrated her when, even in my obvious displays of freely talking about topics I didn’t know too much about, I couldn’t discuss her’s due to an entire dearth of insight of any sort.
Today, I’m just enjoying the subtle nuances of Oregon weather. I appreciate the fact that Portland is always sunny, at least when you don’t need it to be. Last night, we hosted a shin-dig for members of the family to let them in on the secret of our impending baby girl’s newly discovered gender. Our house is small, so we were going to take advantage of our outdoor covered patio.
Of course, like clockwork, just as the party was about the begin, the rain started falling in earnest. We were fortunately able to scoff at the lapping water as we ate BBQ under the patio topper, but we’d hoped for a nice bit of weather so that people wouldn’t be so anxious to sit inside.
This morning, the weather was noticeably more agreeable after I entered the Justice Center downtown. It got rainy again just in time for my late lunch, and I got a nice shower as I walked with a couple of chums to the Red Coach for a burger. The clouds broke shortly after I re-entered terra-worka.
I enjoyed a coffee break at this afternoon during a brief recess in the rainfall. As I looked out my work window, waiting for FriDAY to end and the weekend’s official beginning at 4:59:59.99, I watched the sun make brief outbreaks and then the clouds defeat its in-vain efforts to reward us for our long-suffering.
I’m sure that, as soon as I step out the door, the rain will fall again, letting up right around 7:52am on Monday, just long enough to let us curse the sky as we file back into our various work places. In the words of Star Trek’s Khan, rainy Oregon weather, “with my last breath, I spit at thee.”
OK. Portland best/worst question for the day:
What PDX-based music groups are best/worst? I’ve just finished listening to some Pink Martini (they make my personal best list). I tend to enjoy Everclear. I’m glad Nu Shooz was a one-hit-wonder. Quarterflash had a good song once. Of course, I’m obviously not too keyed into the newer stuff, so insights would be welcome. Let me know who sucks, as well…
Related posts:
The Decemberists rock. Seriously.
They sing about the Multnooooomah Couuuuuunty Libraryyyyyyy. With no irony.
Actually, Nu Shooz wasn’t a one-hit wonder.
Valerie Day has been releasing jazz/swing CDs locally, in part to help benefit arts education in the local public schools. And I was lucky enough to see both Valerie and her husband work some magic last year at a local elementary school, coaching a third grade class as they cut their first single (!!!)