The other day it snowed. It didn’t snow hard but it snowed long. Here I mean, I’m sure it snowed in Alaska and sure it didn’t in San Diego. This morning I had to swipe the better part of a foot of snow off my car. I don’t know why exactly. I’ll rephrase that; I don’t know why there was more standing snow on my car than on the ground, but there was.
When I traded in the mighty adequate jeep for the little red go cart which Chevy insisted on listing as an SUV up until it went out of production but it is continued to be listed as such by used car dealers of every shade of moral turpitude, I filled too large trash bags provided by the dealership with the shit in the back of the mighty adequate jeep.
I have no fucking idea where those bags are now. It was summer, 100 percent humidity and somewhere in the high eighties. I didn’t make a mental note to remember where I put the bag with the ice scrapers. I tried using a swifter. It broke in twain with the second swipe (Ok, twain is the swifters nom de plume, it broke in Clemons). So I grabbed a cane my mother had used when she could still use a can. I did it because the grip was soft and the material was durable.
I am not bitching. I just feel compelled to use this journal and that’s how things went. I had to go to the pharmacy and I had to figure out lunch for my mother and myself. The roads weren’t too bad. I kind of like snow. I like colder weather better than warmer weather, at least here in Michigan.
In Oregon it never got too cold and when it got real hot it was not far to go to a place to cool down. I understand in Portland it got real hot this summer.
I’ve been watching a show that I think ended before 2010, but I had never seen it; The West Wing. Three things struck me, so far. 1) Aaron Sorkin is given sole writing credit on most of the shows. 2) If I took a shot every time anyone said ‘Ok’ or “yeah” or even “yeah, ok” I would pass out in the first half hour. 3) on an election night show they were talking about the poles in Oregon and how it was raining and that was going to keep people from the polls.
Rain in Portland, the largest voting block by a long shot, in early November is about as common as snow in Michigan in late November. I voted for my first presidential election in Oregon and all since until the next one. Here’s the chief complaint Oregonians have; on more than one occasion elections have been called before the polls close. Granted the Oregon electoral vote has never, to my knowledge, made or broke an election, but still, like any other American Oregonians like to pretend their vote isn’t futile.
And yes, Oregonian drivers suck in the rain, they’re none to good with the sun, the dark, and other predictable weather patterns. It doesn’t not prevent them from going to the polls. Oregonians are not anti-political just a bit anti-social but in a lovable way, quirky.
Ok, be nice.
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