I was wrong. I'll just say that up front. I went into my first winter in Portland with the arrogance of a hearty Midwesterner, full of the belief that I could handle any weather conditions this mild-coastal region had in store. Rain? I got this; don my raincoat and boots, I'm all set. Fog? Cool!... Continue Reading →
I've been warned not to use Totes Magoats as a title because it has nothing to do with my content. However, I'm ignoring that warning because I like Totes Magoats so much I *want* it as my title. It makes me giggle, it's fun to say, and it is completely meaningless. And if I don't... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, my husband and I participated in a city-wide event called Parke Diem, involving hundreds of volunteers working at sites across the city on different projects. According to the website, projects ranged from repairing playing fields to removing invasive species. There must have been activities within that range, but I don't know specifically what they were.... Continue Reading →
Remember when I was complaining that I couldn't do anything to get ready for the move? That we were in "hurry up and wait" mode? That's over. Now we're just in "Hurry Up" mode. And everything's happening at once; Matt's moving to a new apartment, and starting his new "traveling around the country" job next... Continue Reading →
I don't know where to start. No, that's not right. I've started. Several times. I've got little "starts" all over the house; the framed artwork I've started boxing for shipment, the piles of plastic bags full of stuff I'm getting rid of, the half-full boxes of papers (oh my GOD the papers we have accumulated)... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 