DT headed off to meetings this morning and I drove back to Portland. This is usually a two-hour drive on Interstate 5... unless you are driving behind a string of cars stuck behind someone in a red mini-van driving the speed limit in the left lane. Seriously? Come on, peeps! If six cars pass you on the right, this is surely a sign to MOVE ON OVER.
Driving is so stressful and so tiring and I am so blind. I feel bad for My Driver who travels up and down I-5 all week, countless times. But I do not feel so bad that I have not threatened him if he does not return home before 8 o'clock Friday to observe Shabbat.
Did you hear that, DT?
I joke, but we communicate more these days via internet, email and text messages than in person or phone. He phones me very late each evening to say goodnight. So sad. Just a few more weeks and DT will be returned to me. I hope he recognizes me.
After days of clouds and rain, Mother Nature answered my open letter and provided the Willamette Valley with glorious sunshine.
Thank you, Mother Nature - with love from Oregon berry, grape and cherry growers and track fans across America. Keep it up, Sister!
Unless Arnold decides to stain it light.
Whatever. Several days ago, Arnold sent this photo of our casita and pavilion covered in some sort of metal mesh that would hold the stucco and brick. Then today, he sent this photo with the metal mesh coated in stucco. Roof tiles have been delivered! The little half-wall alcove will hold DT's grill. (A dude must have a grill.) I also noticed from this photo our neighbor has finally moved his bus. With temperatures well over 100 degrees every day, I suspect most RV's have abandoned the Motorcoach Country Club.
A perfectly maintained ghost town.
Busy day tomorrow, exercising, cramming-in all the appointments I abandoned to pop-down to Eugene overnight... and then there is something about a chicken that needs to be prepared for My Driver.
PS: DT was mentioned in The Oregonian today.
Until my next update, I remain, your northerly correspondent.