A Month of Hot Oregon Weekends

What you do apparently when you get to Washington is go to Oregon, a lot. Or is it that all of your friends who have run north from California or south from Washington all of a sudden really really need you to come see them, all at once, in one month? Like Oregon will close if you don't see it before the first fall leaf lands.

I could write a list of all that's happened this monumental Summer 2007, but it wouldn't be complete without a catch-up of what happened since December 2006 all the way to May, which of course needs buttressing from what happened in the Fall of 2006, which wouldn't be complete without a description of the Summer 2006!

You see, I am a writer. I just moved from Munich to California to Montana to California and now to Washington. I have no clue where to start because each day something new pops up that I wish my scribe would write down for me. I imagine my scribe to be monk-like, with a quill and an ink pot and a great ability to listen without speaking and the fastest shorthand calligraphy on the planet. But alas, he only exists in my brain.

Once more into Oregon this weekend, to dance on a farm with my brother, and then maybe I'll look into hiring that monk. :)