...Hmm. A one-word blog entry ain't very illuminating. *grins* It could be about driving to the Coast, or around the bend, or someone crazy, and NONE OF THAT HAPPENED. Elaborate I shall. Blogs are good for that.
I drove today, because I could and it turned out I wanted to, in a "why not? Let's see some different scenery" way. I drove first for late breakfast (at Beulahland, where I watched part of the Chelsea-Bayern UEFA Championship soccer match), then errands: Music Millennium to sell some CDs, a library to return books, then the Hollywood Things From Another World to see part of the Second Annual Geek Olympathon. Then I had my "why not?" moment, which I only occasionally have, and just went sight-seeing by car. I went up NE 33rd to Marine Drive, around Portland International Airport -- a stretch I drove carefully, since Marine Drive can be treacherous (not much to keep you from driving off the road, across a field with a bike/pedestrian path, and into the freaking Columbia River. Thus I indulged my fondness for getting near airports.
I also drove through some industrial areas east of the airport, where I've occasionally worked: a three-week assignment in January 2001 in a Scholastic Books warehouse that used to be there (my first exposure to Harry Potter and Lemony Snicket) and several weeks in 2004 at Harry's Fresh Foods, a just-stick-this-refrigerated-food-packet-i
After that, it was back to the freeway then to Powell Blvd., stopping at the Original Hot Cake and Steak House to have a milkshake and nicely greasy hash browns. I saw good driving and bad driving, while doing my best to keep driving well...and also had the thought I should thank truck drivers, because I admire the job they do, a job I (and a lot of us) can't do. So: Thank you, truckers.
I didn't notice any dimming of the sky (any more than usual for evening) while driving, though tonight was an annular solar eclipse that could have been visible from northwest Oregon.
Now I feel I should've walked more today. But I can always walk more.
