Where has the week gone? Last weekend was so busy I had material to blog everyday this week but come Monday I was lucky to find the time to check my e-mail, let alone post.
I spent Tuesday and Wednesday in apartment hunting mode and helping Elena & Emilio open a bank account and get acquainted with our American ways. It’s been a long time since I’ve been an apartment dweller and the application process is as complicated as airport security the first few months after 9/11. I swear they want your life history, a DNA sample, and you must be a recent lottery winner to pay all the move-in costs. It doesn’t matter if you’re an M.D. with a six figure income, they still want blood.
Today I had a work lunch followed by a trip to the eye doctor. I forgot how strange it is having my eyes dilated. It reminds me of that feeling when the LSD starts to kick in and your peripheral vision begins blurring, only without the chills. I always hated that feeling.
I hope to take my new Italian friends on a Gorge excursion this weekend and I think I’ll make some more mozarella cheese before moving on to a hard cheese. I want to be sure that our cheese mentor is back from Costa Rica before moving forward in case things go south (pun not intended). I can also pull together my post on the first mozarella experience and share some photos of the process.
We have a new researcher in the trenches. She’s Spanish but has been living in Italy for the past 20 years. Her Italian husband speaks virtually no English and when he talks, the musical strains of his dreamy accent stop me in my tracks. I’m taking them apartment hunting tomorrow and really looking forward to it!
I also made my first mozarella cheese this weekend. Once the pics are uploaded and I have a spare minute I’ll let you know how it turned out.
One of Mac’s favorite characters…usually pulled out to make me feel guilty for spending time away from home without him.
It tends to work.
I’ve been out with friends four of the past five nights and I need a break. Don’t get me wrong…I love these people…but my introvert reputation is being greatly compromised…and I’m tired. To make matters worse we always end the evening with a couple pints at a local watering hole and with all this cold weather I’m not getting out enough during the day to keep the calories in check. I have to set new rules like attending events that don’t require sitting for long periods of time and
only drinking in dance clubs no drinking afterwards…at least not beer.
I should also return to my introvert ways but Portland has had some really great stuff going on lately. That’s one good thing about this town…it’s pretty hip. The symphony may suck but the arts scene is cutting edge and accessible. I’ve seen a “Performance Activist” present on his ex-gay experience in the “Homo No Mo Halfway House”, an author discuss American fascism in the form of the Christian right and then an hilarious send up of a religious Boy Band (Altar Boyz) and if that weren’t enough I saw William Hurt in Uncle Vanya in a theater so small I could have
grabbed his ass tripped him. He’s so dreamy!
I’m looking forward to staying in tonight and the dog will be thrilled not to be deserted again. I wonder if he’ll be clingy when I get home or just pissed that he can’t rearrange the furniture again while I’m gone? I think I’ll cook some comfort food too…and iron my shirts…unless Mark already did that for me. He’s such a nice guy that way.