After painting my studio floor for six hours why would I further torture myself (and perhaps you) by rap-tap-tapping away on le iBook? Well, I’ve been jonesin’ for a blog fix since yesterday. Hell, maybe I just want to rant n’ rave about stubbing my baby toe in the dark on Friday. I didn’t even hit it that hard, but to my surprize it came with a growing red stain in my white tube sock. Split the darn tip off in a freak accident. Oh, heck, we’re all falling apart gradually. Or did I really need to bring up that my hands are like two big bruises from the repetitive action of the paint roller over 1000 sq ft?

Speaking of feet…Yesterday while walking to the gym it seemed like a comedy that could only be written for the people of this fair city. As I approached the Hawthorne Bridge from the lower SE side, I first came to a halt when a big ole log train (one of those mile longers) had me wait before I could cross over to the steps that would take me upwards towards the bridge. As I got across the tracks and upon the curve of the bridge I noticed a sign down at the crossing that said “Do Not Come In Contact With Water - Sewage Spill” (lovely) and as I looked away a big flock of geese gracefully dove down to the water’s edge just skimming within inches of the surface of the contaminated river. Within about fifty steps the Hawthorne Bridge rose up and stopped traffic, bikes and many walkers on this fairly nice day. I actually waited in line to cross over the bridge. It reminded me of elementary school, back when we had to wait single file to either get on the bus, or in line at the cafetaria. It gave me a chance to look out at the expanse of the city, in its growth and subtle grandeur.

BTW, I didn’t see any sea-faring vessel pass under the bridge. A Portland moment, indeed.

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