I'm making a note here: MODERATE success. Yesterday was marked with uncomfortable heat that felt like a small, wet seagull was hugging my face, but today, today was good. Fog for breakfast, sea wind for lunch and cool hill air for dinner. Ahhh, feelin' it? That's the good stuff.
“How is work,” you must be asking. Thank you for your concern. Quite interesting. There's experiments to run and research to be done on the tenants who are still alive. If you don't get that reference, don't sweat it.
I don't have a camera here and my netbook doesn't do the view from my apartment justice, so I impart my words of fail! It is evening time and toward the south a lazy fog is rolling in front of the distant cascade mountains. The tall pines of Oregon serve as a picket fence between the fog and rolling valley that sprawls out from the front of my apartment. Birds' songs echo out from the surrounding forest and sea breeze rustles the blinds.
Distinct sounds of roman candles rip the air! God bless America and the endless supply of Independence Day fireworks (sic).
Anyway, on the other side of the apartment the treeline has since been thinned and exposes a breathtaking view of the Columbia river, banks of Washington, the Astoria-Megler bridge and Pacific ocean by way of the river's mouth. There were no clouds yesterday and the sunset was a mix of oranges, yellows and purples – it was also quieter; silly youngin's hollering, go back to wherever! Yeah. Whatever.
That's all from me tonight. Mo' comments, mo' details.
Love it! You're a great writer, very fun explanation of where you're living. Can't wait for pictures though, because well, I like pictures.
ReplyDeleteWhat kind of work are you doing over there on the coast? What are the local activities to partake in?? Saturday markets??? I miss those, a lot.