As she was running out the door for work Monday morning, Emily made a request:
“Hun, think you could make some bannocks that I can grab for breakfast? No raisins or anything- just plain is fine.”
“Yes, dear.”
As she was running out the door for work Monday morning, Emily made a request:
“Hun, think you could make some bannocks that I can grab for breakfast? No raisins or anything- just plain is fine.”
“Yes, dear.”
Or, worst of all,
“What diet are you on/pill are you taking to keep so trim?!”
Good evening, friends and neighbors.You know it’s really easy to get lost?
At the moment, I’m staring out the window of (surprise surprise) a bar, looking out into the drizzling night of Portland. I just watched my waiter take- and I’m not kidding- a full 45 seconds to pour my beer into a glass.
The week was a trying one, and I do love my Thursday nights. I found a spiritual successor, if not psuedo-doppelgänger, to one of my favorite sit-down-and-blog pubs, but was politely hurried out as the dinner crowd came in. I completely get it- they couldn’t really hold a two-top for some writer shmuck that wasn’t expecting to drink anymore. I don’t bear them any grudge and will likely be back soon.
On my current schedule, Thursdays are my first day off of the week. While there is plenty to be done around the house- cleaning, planning, organizing, errands, and so on- Thursdays are MY day. While wandering the city, I learned of the existence of the Oregon Jewish Museum and decided to mosey down and check it out- get a little bit of my family’s history and culture in this strange new land.
Which is why I am currently sitting in Lan Su- Portland’s Chinese Garden in the heart of its Chinatown.
I love bakers hours.