Things I have learned in Portland. (First in an occasional series.) Most of the cool places that you want to go only accept cash. If it has a door that customers can walk through and a sign that isn't written in permanent marker, they probably accept credit cards. But be armed with cash at all... Continue Reading →
Earlier today, I put my husband on a plane bound for Portland, Oregon. This is the first leg of our year-long westward journey, the most protracted move this side of a wagon train. I can't believe I actually let him go. He's starting a new job on Monday--MONDAY! it's crazy. Everything's upside down. On Monday... Continue Reading →
We've been very busy during the last month: taking a vacation in Canada, getting Sophia settled in at university, and getting Thomas' senior year of high school underway. All of this has been in addition to preparations for my departure for the west coast. I have been edgy, contemplative, not really myself. I realize that... Continue Reading →
As the summary of this blog states: in this family, nothing ever goes according to plan. Such is the case again today, as we have not so much been thrown a curve ball as a knuckle-ball, and it's right in our groove. If you've been following along, my contract got cut short last month, and... Continue Reading →
My job is one of sprints and sojourns, the former usually coming at the beginning of one of my consulting engagements, the latter near the end. For some weeks now I have been more or less "idle" at work, cleaning up little messes and working on "wish list" items that really don't have to be... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 