So, after a small handful of good sun-shiney days, the humidity settled in, then rain (oh, yeah, we're in Portland) and now the clouds and cool weather. For most locals this is beautiful summer weather, however I'm sitting here wearing a sweatshirt to keep warm. And it's 2 in the afternoon. Supposedly we'll have sunny weather this week, but I'm not going to hold my breath.
The 4th of July has come and gone, however, just like old bubble gum that refuses to be scraped off the bottom of your shoe, we are still left with lots of people in the neighborhood with lots of left-over fireworks. It seems like the explosions get bigger and bigger every year, and this year there are many mini-versions of the usual big-display fireworks, along with all the screamers, roman candles and other good-for-nothing noisemaking, neurosis-inducing pyrotechnical devices.
Needless to say, Stella has become more clingy than usual. And our walkies in the neighborhood basically entail carrying her a block or two, putting her down, and her running as fast as she can back to the house. Thank you, neighbors. Really. At night I have to remind myself that I'm living in Portland rather than Baghdad or Beirut. I guess this is where the rain comes in handy.
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