February 3rd, 2006

Whale fluke

Soothing sounds

I live near frogs.

When I went walking tonight from 7:30 to 8:30 (6,000 steps!), I went past the northern edge of Oaks Bottom Wildlife Refuge. With little traffic on S.E. Milwaukie at the time, I could simply stand on the sidewalk and look into the darkness towards the Willamette River and marvel at how much noise the nocturnal and crepuscular creatures were making.

Soothing and worthy.

(Word today: Crepuscular: becoming active in the twilight. Yes, technically it was night, but I’m sure the creatures who had awakened soon before sundown were all like, “Hey, nocturnals. What up?”)
Whale fluke

FLASHBACKS: Super Bowl '02

Time travel with me, if you will: Early February, four years ago. I was living in a S.E. Portland house near Hawthorne Blvd. and Mt. Tabor; I was just about to hit my first-year anniversary working at Vesta in downtown Portland; and my sister-in-law Cindy was a month away from giving birth to Robbie and Eric. And, as I told people in the below e-mail, I walked to the Laurelhurst to watch the Super Bowl on a movie screen:

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