Jaycon
Fun weekend so far, and I mean that both seriously and sarcastically.
Friday night, I had my first real houseguests, plunderpuss and awriter. I got to show them around the neighborhood and my apartment, it was nice. Come morning, kehrli arrived and we drove to Portland via the scenic route of Highway 30. Jaycon was fun as usual. Pizza, friends, etc.
The real fun started on the drive back. We returned via the same highway we'd come down on, and stopped at the Trojan Park. This is the former site of the Trojan Nuclear Power plant, and is now a really lovely park. The groundskeeper was hilariously cantankerous. He drove up to us in his little tractor to say, "Out of the gate by eight. Not eight-ten. Eight."
Now, I don't often wear the cute sort of shoes that some women must have sold their souls (oh, dear god, I started to type, "soles") to be able to wear. But I figured, hey, today I'm only going to be sitting in a car and then a pizza place. I'm going to wear high heels. Well, even just sitting in a car and standing in a pizza place was hard on my feet, and then trying to walk around a park? Was not happening. Fortunately, Trojan Park is full of amazingly soft grass, so I just took off my shoes and enjoyed it. A beaver startled us by slapping his tail, we took a lot of pictures of us hanging in trees and weird concrete holes, and we saw a sweet old great dane who was being fostered after some awful abuse that left her skin and bones enough that we initially thought she was a greyhound.
The real, real fun started just before Exit 119, right by Fort Lewis. The left front tire blew out, sending Keffy sailing across four lanes of traffic to land safely at the base on the off ramp. I want to stress that Keffy is the best driver I know, and I continue to see evidence of this. I wish I could give him an award. So there was a bunch of sitting on the side of I-5 while we waited for a tow truck and mikigarrison to show up. Continuing our streak of genuinely good luck, Miki was on the road an hour behind us, and arrived just as the tow truck driver was finishing his work. She took the two of us who wouldn't fit in the tow truck.
So now I have my houseguests for another day, a day when my parents are coming to visit. So thanks to the blowout, I'll probably get to show my friends around the Arboretum. :-)
Friday night, I had my first real houseguests, plunderpuss and awriter. I got to show them around the neighborhood and my apartment, it was nice. Come morning, kehrli arrived and we drove to Portland via the scenic route of Highway 30. Jaycon was fun as usual. Pizza, friends, etc.
The real fun started on the drive back. We returned via the same highway we'd come down on, and stopped at the Trojan Park. This is the former site of the Trojan Nuclear Power plant, and is now a really lovely park. The groundskeeper was hilariously cantankerous. He drove up to us in his little tractor to say, "Out of the gate by eight. Not eight-ten. Eight."
Now, I don't often wear the cute sort of shoes that some women must have sold their souls (oh, dear god, I started to type, "soles") to be able to wear. But I figured, hey, today I'm only going to be sitting in a car and then a pizza place. I'm going to wear high heels. Well, even just sitting in a car and standing in a pizza place was hard on my feet, and then trying to walk around a park? Was not happening. Fortunately, Trojan Park is full of amazingly soft grass, so I just took off my shoes and enjoyed it. A beaver startled us by slapping his tail, we took a lot of pictures of us hanging in trees and weird concrete holes, and we saw a sweet old great dane who was being fostered after some awful abuse that left her skin and bones enough that we initially thought she was a greyhound.
The real, real fun started just before Exit 119, right by Fort Lewis. The left front tire blew out, sending Keffy sailing across four lanes of traffic to land safely at the base on the off ramp. I want to stress that Keffy is the best driver I know, and I continue to see evidence of this. I wish I could give him an award. So there was a bunch of sitting on the side of I-5 while we waited for a tow truck and mikigarrison to show up. Continuing our streak of genuinely good luck, Miki was on the road an hour behind us, and arrived just as the tow truck driver was finishing his work. She took the two of us who wouldn't fit in the tow truck.
So now I have my houseguests for another day, a day when my parents are coming to visit. So thanks to the blowout, I'll probably get to show my friends around the Arboretum. :-)