Wednesday, May 28
It’s really weird. I’ve been waking up so groggy, probably not getting enough sleep. Another thing I need to work on.
I had a very productive day at work and managed to get ahead with a project I have been working on for awhile. I haven’t been sure about how I wanted to post reviews onto our website, I think it’s still a work in progress. But, at least the reviews are up for now. I want to make this as useful and user friendly as possible.
I had a nice cup of organic Matcha powder green tea. And then a fresh, organic romaine salad I tossed with raddishes, sweet yellow and orange peppers, yellow tomatos and red onion. I had cherries for dessert. It felt good to eat so healthy. While I love my typical gluten-free canned soup lunch, eating fresh fruits and vegetables is, of course, the better choice.
After work, I needed to get gas. I felt like I just headed to the gas station. That’s because I refuse to pay more than $25 at the pump, which, as we all painfully know, isn’t going to get me that far. I keep hoping the price will go down so that the next time I put $25 in, well, it’ll be more fuel! I keep getting my thunder stolen, the prices keep rising.
I stopped by my place to feed the cats and refreshed my make-up, then headed toward downtown. I hit an enormous amount of crazy traffic. I thought to myself – what is this? Seattle? That makes me cringe to think about more people moving here. I saw a handful of California plates and worried about more Californians going through the worst housing and gas crisis, forcing an exodus to the cheaper neighboring state. Where’s the border control??
I have been trying to get my parents to return to Oregon ever since I moved out here in 2004. My dad is from Eugene and I think it’s long overdue for him to come back home. My parents really liked Ashland. Perhaps they can buy a house down there and then my dad can work for the state to do routine border control. I could just see it. My dad in a uniform (he’s a retired LTC, this is not a stretch) sitting in a tower with his beloved Italian Beretta shot gun in his grasp. Keeping watch for illegal CAL-aliens. I’m kidding, of course. Kind of. Of course I am!!!
I treasure the open spaces here. I treasure the small town feel of this city. I loathe the idea of these things getting spoiled by urban sprawl. When will these people learn that it rains a lot, it’s gray all of the time and makes Willamettites, especially Portlanders, pissy??? Not so green and perfect now, huh?
I got a little lost this evening. I printed directions to Grand Central Bowling and found myself up near NE 33rd, when I needed to be down by 7th and Morrison. It’s a long story how I got pulled in the wrong direction, and because traffic was so horrible, I couldn’t maneuver myself off the dreaded path I was on. I finally made my way to Sandy Blvd. and arrived at Grand Central at around 6 p.m. I missed the puck off and the first period. This was beyond sub-optimal.
The Redwings didn’t fare much better. The Penguins beat them in game three of the Stanley Cup finals in Pittsburgh. So, Redwings are up 2 games to 1. They need to win on Saturday.
Grand Central is a generous and trendy space, it’s not your typical sports pub or bowling alley. There’s a swank decor with clean wooden floors and lots of open space. There are several large flat screens on each side of the bar. Upstairs, where we sat, the large bar also has large flat screens on each side. There are comfy lounge areas with leather sofas and a fireplace, as well as billiards tables. It’s definitely a place worth returning to for a change of pace. I’d love to hit the bowling lanes.
I got home just after 8:00 p.m. I didn’t get a workout in and did 200 crunches to make myself feel better. But, even before I started my first set, I wasn’t feeling great. My stomach hurt. When I finished the two sets, I made a cup of Yogi ginger tea, a natural soother for upset stomach.
I checked emails and was thrilled to hear from a potential writer’s group. This is the group that I learned about from the director of the Writer’s Dojo. I think this is the final destination on the road of book edits before I get the book published. I felt really good about this. I have been starving for this kind of community.
I had the television on and caught the second half of Men In Trees. Sadly, I heared this program has been cancelled. I am disappointed. It had bounced around from different evenings and time slots, which, in addition to this winter’s writer’s strike, only made it difficult to keep a solid fan base. Such is life. Sometimes our favorite fixes must come to an end.