It's 4 a.m. I'm sitting at the dining room table next to an open window, watching a waxing gibbous moon, pondering the complexities of the new phase of my life. As you all know, I'm newly transplanted to the West Coast, and have been processing that massive life change on this page. But that's not... Continue Reading →
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 →
Meg Currell 