Dear Thursday 13ers and Usual Suspects,

Here is a weather update from Portland, Oregon, where it rains most of the time. People somehow cannot deal, in spite of the fact that it always rains. Well, except for (sometimes) part of July, (usually) most of August and (often) into September. And (once in awhile) we get October. The first two weeks in October, at least. Then back to Your Rain Channel.

New Yorkers: “It rains just as much in New York, inch-wise. It’s just all at once.”
me: “I do not think so.”

The weather! It is baffling!

This, in spite of the fact that Oregon, She is Constant. She is Constantly Raining. Except in the desert, where it is drought, and the people, they are all, “Again with the drought? Why does God hate us? We could use some of your Portland rain.” Etc.

Portlanders, they start to think, starting around now (end of January) maybe the rain will let up? Maybe? So our conversations go like this…

1. You think it’s going to keep raining?

2. Wow, it’s raining really hard!

3. It’s not raining that bad.

4. Did the weathermen say snow? Do you think it will really snow? I mean, a lot?

5. Do you think they’ll close the schools?

6. Do you think we’ll get a snow day?

7. Do you think it will be freezing rain, instead of snow?

8. I hate the freezing rain, don’t you? It’s so scary! How the roads get all icy? It’s hard to drive in.

9. It’d be nice to get some sun.

10. Maybe over spring break?

11. Geez, people here really don’t know how to drive in the weather.

12. I mean, I can handle it. But other people really do not know how to drive in the weather.

13. It didn’t rain that much today.

Go read Nan’s story about her doggie, Towser. You might cry a little, but it’s so worth it. Someone else misses her black Lab, too.

Peace Frog
the Doors

“There’s blood in the streets, it’s up to my ankles
She came
There’s blood on the streets, it’s up to my knee
She came
Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago
She came
Blood on the rise, it’s following me
Think about the break of day
She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
She came
Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
She came
Blood in the streets it’s up to my thigh
She came
Yeah the river runs down the legs of the city
She came
The women are crying red rivers of weepin’
She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered on dawns highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind
Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of phantastic l.a.
Blood streams her brain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
There’s blood in the streets, it’s up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, it’s up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it’s following me”

from the Wacky Mailbox:

“On December 28th, a federal court issued an order preventing Oregon from implementing its new domestic partnership law until at least Feb. 1. The court’s decision was in response to a lawsuit brought by an out-of-state right wing interest group. This unnecessary delay has put hundreds of caring, committed couples in harm’s way. It’s up to us to ensure that Oregonians understand what’s at stake. Join Basic Rights Oregon at the Rally to Defend Equality on January 30.

Gay or straight – it’s time to stand up and be counted.

Support Oregon families by joining us at Wednesday’s Rally to Defend Equality. Bring your friends and family with you! (more…)

(From Word-A-Day — Wordsmith Anu Garg, thank you for the daily dose.)

lucent (LOO-suhnt) adjective

1. Luminous; shining.

2. Translucent; clear.

[From Latin lucent, from lucere (to shine). Other words derived from the same root are elucidate, lucid, and translucent.]

Thursday January 31 – Saturday February 23

Interstate Firehouse Cultural Center

Facets of Africa Gallery Exhibit

Makonde sculpture from Tanzania and Mozambique and the paintings from the students and associates of Congolese artist E.S. Tingatinga.

Opening Reception: Last Thursday January 31 5:30-7:30 p.m. (free)

Artist’s Tea: Feb 16, 3 p.m. (free)

IFCC
5340 N. Interstate Ave
Portland, Ore. 97217
503-823-4322

Have you been reading this blog for awhile? Do you remember last year when my dog died, then we got lice and were dirty sluts, then I got rilly rilly sad?

I don’t feel so sad right now, although of course I still miss my sweet little 100-pound dog. This is your friendly reminder to go check heads at your house, shampoo regularly with tea tree oil, and get some sleep. (I don’t know why I threw that one in. I guess we all could use more sleep. And hydration. So drink a glass or two of water, would you?)

Also, if you have a dog, go take him for a walk and give him a pat on the head from me.

Love,

WM

Just setting the record straight.

We met, we hung out, admired the kids, Lelo’s cool aprons (skulls and pom-poms and flames), Melissa’s cool books (her name is on the cover)… it was great. I want to do it again soon. Some very awesome people showed up and we had some good talk-talk. The revolution will not be televised, Gil Scott-Heron was right about that, but it is coming over the Internet.

Then I got take-out, came home, had the house to myself for a couple hours (whoa), TOOK A HUGE NAP, then woke up to my husband saying those magic words: “Dinner is ready.”

Now we’re watching the original “Parent Trap,” I’m knitting little snugglies for both kids, and we’re just kickin’ it.

This is my idea of a perfect day.

Don’t forget our “meet and greet” tomorrow SATURDAY JANUARY 26TH!!!, from 10 a.m.-noon at Ladybug Organic Coffee Company, 8438 N. Lombard St., here in bee-yoo-ti-ful Portland, Oregon.

Lelo is bringing aprons to sell; Melissa will sign and sell books; I have a case of kids’ books to give away FREE; and… we will drink coffee.

Hope to see you then.

wm

ps — wondering how Lelo made those cool signs? RedKid.net is how.