where the 3″ square pieces are turned face down on the table top and you have to turn them over, 2 at a time, to find a match? Here’s one for you. This shop is two blocks away from where I live, next to the post office. Do you know where the other one is?
It’s Only Fair- Fare
Rain. Like no tomorrow. The re-enactment of the Noah Episode. The week I left the city, the Oregonian had a chart of Portland having less rain compared to other cities, ie New York. Well, right they are. It has been pouring for two days. As I look out my window at the downpour, the puddles and the wet, I recall the light mist of the Oregon rain. This stuff is heavy, sodden and thoroughly dampening. May I remember.
Of course the upside is, there is no walking traffic under my window, there is a dearth of vehicular activity and it feels cozy inside, remember the fireplace.
New World Trade Center
And
the reason there have been fewer posts: out of those auditions mentioned, I am now cast in a one-act play that goes up mid-May, a delicious, short, commercial movie that shoots sometime in the next two weeks, and start rehearsals for a supporting role in a webisode. This is what living in the City is about.
Three Guesses
The Glory of Bygone Days
More Spring, Sort of…
Taxes
Love going to the Post Office on Tax filing day. Jammed, crowded, lines. Where was everyone yesterday? What do they think? Or do they think?
Wax Poetic
That was the plan, about March coming in like a lion, going out like a lamb, April showers bring May flowers and then tonight, walking home from the theatre, in the snow! Lucky for me, I was more [boots] or less [no gloves] dressed for it. Come on now!