…the fog of settling in, that is. Portland is more overcast than foggy.
Today is the One Week Anniversary of my arrival in Portland.
And I have been able to do pretty much nothing, so far.
I swirled into town with an exploding head cold, which was quickly tamed, but not before I had to get my car legalized in the city: score = 2 days running around .
As soon as I felt good enough to go out and explore the city, my dad arrived and needed a guide and chauffeur around the city while he bought a car: score = 2 days running around.
So I have succeeded in being at the DMV 4 days in a row– do I get some sort of medal for that?
Thankfully I had expectations set low, especially since I had the very recent reminder of how little you can do on your own when you’re in a new place and don’t speak the language. At least they speak English in Portland!
I know I’ll be back in the city this Sunday morning, when 35,000 people will be crowded in for the Shamrock Run. But after that, the ‘schedule’ state-of-mind will hopefully kick in, and the novel editing process will no longer be side-lined.
Does anyone have something they’ve been putting off for no good reason? Now may be just the time to get back on that horse and ride it into the sunset…
Did anyone manage to celebrate yesterday, Pi Day (3.14), in style? I managed to get a piece of pie at the restaurant where I had dinner, and it was all I could ask for. Until next year, Pie/Pi Day!
Next up: Seoul and Beijing highlights… I promise!