Ooooh, I want to find a Mt Hood quarter!
I’ve been putting off writing in hopes that I’d find my camera cord – I have a bunch of pictures I want to put on this thing, but no way of getting them to my computer. Eventually I’ll figure out which box into which it was packed, along with my cabbie hat and then will post a backlog of things.
Went up to Mt Hood with Michele, Dean, Brian and Jess today. Michele did a run that was about six miles, straight up the mountain in mist and out-and-out rain. Through the snow too. If I ever had any doubts about what a strong person she is, this would clear them. She is definitely determined and fit and strong. Good for her :) Glad I got to be there to see it. Wish it had been a little warmer for her, but she did great either way.
I’ve been completely exhausted from moving / fighting the fever from the scratches I got. I’ve also been going to bed too late and getting up too early, which has made my days more lethargic than I’d like, and made me terribly disorganized (never a good thing socially, and not at all good when unpacking).
I cannot wait for the day that I never had to speak to my ex-landlady again. She is not a good person as far as I can tell, and I am certain she is going to try to pull something with the security deposit. I’m hopeful that she won’t – I took tons of pictures of how nasty and dirty the place was when I moved in (there was rotting chicken in the freezer, and bits of ham and chocolate under the stove, it was soooooo gross. The rugs smelled sooooo bad. Etc.) While I am still jobhunting, I definitely have time to go to court over this, and if we do that, we will go after the money she owes us from removing access to 1/3 of our house this spring. So I’m hopeful she is smart and returns our security deposit. We cleaned for well over 12 hours, including getting a steam cleaner for the carpets, the place shined and smelled good unlike when we moved into it.
However, today she had the gall to ask us if we stole the patio furniture – she said she looked at a listing from when she bought the house and saw them in it. SIGH. Luckily, I know where the listing pictures are, and grabbed them. The patio furniture in it is a completely different shape – it has benches and not chairs, and the table has Xs for legs, rather than four legs like ours. The only thing it shares is a similar color. It’s constantly like this with her. Brian and I bought material to make curtains from Bolt for the lower level (we spent a good amount too) and when we no longer had access to the lower level, I brought them upstairs thinking we could find a way to reuse them. She wasn’t too pleased by that – I can’t imagine why she thought we’d donate our curtains to her. I’m going to make some of them into a pretty skirt for myself and the rest into pillows I think.
So that’s what motivated me to write tonight – I felt like if I didn’t type up the silliness about the patio furniture I would just obsess about it all night which would be no good. So there. Back to other things and hopefully less worrying about stuff.
Mailslot in our kitchen. Sob.
Our landlady, as most of you know, has taken it in her head to turn the bungalow we have been living in into a duplex. So now, instead of having three floors of living space, we now have 1 1/2, as well as a downstairs neighbor named Ross.
As part of this, she has had her contractors frame and wall off the interior hallway between our kitchen and dining room. Whatever.
However, I was genuinely shocked when her contractor installed a mailslot in our kitchen. See, the downstairs doesn’t have a seperate address, so there’s nowhere to send the mail for that guy. So his mail comes with our mail, which is deposited through our exterior mailslot. We then are expected to sort it, and take his stuff into our kitchen and shoot it through his mailslot, which puts it in his hallway. Glad our mail isn’t handled that way, I’m way too paranoid to have checks delivered to random strangers and just hope that they are honest enough to deliver it to us. The new guy is pretty lucky he got Brian and I as upstairs neighbors rather than some crazy person.
Anyway, I’m in the middle of uploading some pictures I took to flickr, if you check out my stream sometimes.
Also, Mt Hood is burning:
Don’t worry, it’s not near the Timberline, although it is threatening another historical hotel. It’s grown to about 800 acres and is called the Gnarl fire. Sparked by lightening, it grew much larger due to the hot (over 100 degrees) weather we’ve had for the past three days.
We went to Powell Butte for the hike.
I saw my first mountain finder since I moved back here – I’m looking forward to the one on the way to John Day next month. Mountain finders are pointers in the ground that point at each mountain you can see and give you its name. In this case, it also gave you the elevation of the mountain and distance from Powell Butte. Since a storm was moving in, we “only” saw the various buttes, Mt. St. Helen’s, Mt. Jefferson, and Mt. Hood. Mt Adams wasn’t visable. Poor us, hehe. Nice to be back by the mountains. That was on the “Mountain View” part of the hike.
I also saw evidence of “spit bugs” which I haven’t really even thought of since I was a kid. I remember learning about them at one point or another, but their real name obviously hasn’t stuck with me. I do remember that you could gently feel around in the spit and eventually find the bug that did it. Brian was slightly disturbed when I pointed that out.
The Mountain View Hike was definitely not long enough for me to count it as that day’s exercise, so we went on the Meadowview trail and branched of on the Old Holgate Road trail. The Old Holgate Road was amazing, going into something old and deeply green and there was no way you felt like you were really in a city anymore (Powell Butte is ten minutes from where we live). It really felt like we were walking on our way to a fairy tale.
The fairy tale feeling was a little more pronounced when we saw various pre-teens jumping off the trail (if you saw what a long drop it was to ground level, you’d understand why we were startled and concerned) and that was followed by a bizarre experience with two men sitting on a pipe on the side of the trail. They were wearing dress pants, button up shirts and smoking. They were also talking very rapidly in what I think was russian, but I could also be talked into some of the eastern europe languages. And listening to angry techno music on some sort device. Okaaaay. It’s a bit of a hike to get to this point, and muddy, so that’s odd, but to each their own. A nod and a smile at them (they mostly just glowered politely) and we continued on.
Annnnnnnnd on the way back,they were still there. Smoking, listening to angry techno, talking rapidly in russian. Fine, fine.
A little way up, we decided to stop, eat an apple and drink some water (we’d been hiking for two or three hours by that point). And here come our techno friends, marching up the hill smoking, talking somberly, and of course, listening to angry techno.
Very strange. Would love to have known why they were hiking in dress clothes and what they were talking about. It really did make me feel like I was in a strange story.
Today we drove / walked up Mount Tabor, which is an extinct volcano in the middle of Portland. On one side you see downtown Portland and from the other you see Mount Hood.
There were a ton of stairs on the path we took. We didn’t go too far on foot because Brian was wearing flip-flops and I didn’t bring any water, but it was a pretty walk up and down. There were all sorts of people picnicking in front of the view, a concert of some sort, many many bicyclers and lots of joggers.
We are nearly done with unpacking, thankfully, and so far the only casualty has been some glass in a frame I didn’t like very much, and the loss of our way too expensive garbage can. If that’s the worst that happens, we are well off.
Tonight, I think we are going to get some fish and chips on Alberta and either finish watching 2001 (don’t ask) or play a video game or two.
It’s easy with this great weather to pretend this is how life will be forever, but I am starting to blow the dust off my resume and research the places I’d love to work.