Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh

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Feels like a spa day. Or, to be more exact, a spa night.

Tonight I'm at my parents' in Dundee, intentionally alone. My Sunday plans are easier done from here than from Portland, and my folks don't mind me using the place as sort of a vacation house.

(My family had a more vacation-y vacation home until about 12 years ago: my dad's parents Irv and Jean installed a double-wide manufactured home in the Coast Range, about 10 miles from Lincoln City, Oregon and on a creek. Basic house, prrrrrrrrrretty spot. A place I really liked to go, sometimes with family, sometimes A LOT of family, sometimes alone. I'm sometimes tempted to visit again, but I know it'd be obnoxious if I did; the current owners wouldn't know me from Adam.)

I got to Dundee this evening, after various chores, cat scritches and TV shows at my usual house (i.e. where I pay rent). I'd been down in this area for a bit when it dawned on me: I was kind of sore. With access to a bath and no one else needing to use the bathroom.

If you'd heard me earlier tonight, the moans would've told you I'd made a good decision.

Make good, comfortable decisions when you can! Like you need me to tell you.

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