Portland Rain

I woke up this morning to the smells and feels of Portland rain. I heard rumor of rain, but didn't think Portland received rain in August. Then again this last winter was supposedly drier than normal. It's all out of whack I guess. I don't care I am thankful for the rain.

It made me get up, make breakfast, a cup of coffee, and I'm in productive mode already. I've made many do list for days now, but haven't felt like doing any of them but this grey and the smell of moisture in the air makes me so excited!  

I say rain, but it's more a steady mist of sorts. So when I look at I look at a potential new living space the main thing I do is imagine what it would look like on a rainy day from said location. I actually got lost in the convenient location of this place and the deadline to move in that I forgot to think those thoughts. But this place is going to be just right; I just need some living room furniture. Probably just a small couch, my "old man chair" and a coffee table.   

I feel like I need to share this joy with whomever decides to read these things. I'm not really thinking too much; just typing. More thinking about the people I need to email back after I finish this blog, the books I want to read, and that I hope the sun stays away for at least a few more hours.  

The grey helps me reflect. The grey keeps me sane. Thank you Portland rain.

Cloud Atlas

Going to try and complete watching Cloud Atlas for the third time now.

I think I want to like it, but I keep waiting for a big "mind blowing" part that should be happening at any moment but hasn't.

 I also fell asleep the second time watching said movie.  

Maybe I'll eat some ice cream, too. I do like ice cream.  

Today

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With the exception of 5 hours of coffee making; Smoggie Catt and I haven't done anything today. A lot of laying around and sleeping but it's felt good.  

It's nice to go go go but it's also nice to mellow.  

But now I need groceries and that debit card I left at the bar on Friday or Saturday still needs retrieving.  

Excursion

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We went in search of somewhere. We found somewhere else. We wandered into Smallville USA in Southern Washington. I don't recall the name of the town. The water was colder than I expected; but after a waddling around it felt decent.

The rocks were slippery and slimy, the little fish and tadpoles didn't fear a thing, and the kids were "hunting" out crawfish. There was the most gorgeous view of Mt Hood; but all I could muster was this mediocre photograph. 

All just a blink from Portland on this sunny, summer day.  

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Hi Internet; My Weekend and Such

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  • I floated down a river for 7 hours
  • I wrecked a raft at some point, got some cool adventure scratches, lost a shoe
  • I floated some more and some more
  • jumped from a big tree into the water below
  • Camped out
  • Slept by a campfire
  • went hiking multiple times at Lower McCleay Park
  • Started many art projects around my house; even completed a few
  • Talked to many people, learned many a thoughts, letting them simmer

 I don't have any photos, but I'm living so hard and it feels so good. 

I am in love where I am and what I know. Stuff is happening.

Life is right; It don't always makes sense, but that's what makes it fun. 

Head Thought

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I wish that people could thought as much as they speaked.  If you get what I saying then you understand my reservation to speakings and inclination to hiking.

Red E Cafe

I went on a bike ride just a little bit ago.

I biked up Mississippi Avenue. I have to admit it looks a lot better on a bike than it does walking down the sidewalks.  

Along the way I ran into my old neighborhood coffee shop; Red E. I know there are many more coffee shops I need to try in Portland but this one is my favorite thus far. It just FEELS right. 

It feels like I want my common area of my home to feel. It's simplicity of wood furniture and wood floors are key to the atmosphere I think.

But the baristas... they're all so unique; subtle enough but easily remembered. It never feels stressful in there. I've seen the cafe full of people and it never feels like they are working. Don't get me wrong they're on point, but their isn't the sense of anxiety that you get at some coffee establishments. 

 

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Sleep Schedule

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I've recently began opening at work again. Something I did all the time in Gainesville, but it wasn't until recently I lived close enough for that to be a reality in Portland. But the new re-found position feels great. 

All of this means I have to be at work at 4:30am, so I get up at 4-4:10am at latest; it's twenty minute walk or 7 minute bike ride.

It's a little hard to get up at times, but I love seeing the city just before it wakes up, and the temperature and low energy in the air is just lovely. This morning I saw the mood still shining bright on my way into the job place.

With this new schedule it seems like my sleep schedule has been 1-4am and 1-4 or 5pm. That's two separate 3-4 sleepings at best. It's weird, but it works and it's becoming a pattern really quick. I'm trying to convince my body it doesn't need such a long sleeping in the afternoon part, but it just depends how long the opening shift is. 8 hour shifts definitely mean longer naps.