Portland Stories

Everyday's a holiday with you, Portlandia. You bring joy just by being you. This morning, for example, I went downtown and there was the Portland Marathon taking place. It is such an uplifting event, and it inspired me to train for it next year. I may as well; I don't have a lot else to do.

I can't even get my mother to call me. In the play, 'ART,' Yvan can at least get his mother to call him. How come as soon as people get to know me they don't want to spend any time with me? I must be really annoying. i'm not sure there is a lot I can do about that.

And the show goes on

A year and a half after POA let me go, I am still attending their events and providing social media for the company. Last weekend soured me though. The good thing that came out of it, two things: meeting Sasha Roiz, the handsome captain from Grimm, and spending the evening with Jeff and watching the game.

This weekend I am going back to ART. We'll see how it unfolds. Speriamo bene.

How fucking tragic

 I am looking at free stuff on craigslist. I am 53 years old. I have no savings, no house, no furniture, no partner, and no job. I am basically one of life's losers. Wow. I never thought this would happen to me.

Instead of being so horrified about my state, I could just think of myself as part of the downward shift, and therefore I will trend up when the economy trends up.

The D Girls

Daisy and Daria were much alike,had they chosen to admit it, but neither did. If you suffered a misfortune or downfall, they both would step up to offer help, voice concern. They loved animals, fine fabrics, and physical activity, though not one specific sport. It made sense, since they were sisters, that they would share characteristics. Even when Daisy and Daria reached middle age, though one had dark hair and the other blonde, though Daria was 5'9 and Daisy 5'5, people asked them if they were twins. As younger women they would smile, say no, and say isn't it odd you would ask that. Someone else asked me that just the other day.

Now that she is older, Daisy will sometimes simply answer yes, to Daria's tight-lipped smile. We are just sisters, not twins, she corrects in her don't-mind-my-whimsical-sister voice. She used to be fun.