I am such a bachelor (with the New Apartment Blues)

I don’t mean that in some kind of “player” way, like I’m chasing the ladies around. But this morning I woke up and rolled out of bed — literally, since it’s just a mattress on the floor — and made coffee in my stovetop expresso thing, since that’s all I have. Walked past the pile of artwork that hasn’t been hung because I don’t have any hooks yet, and made some breakfast. That would be two eggs fried in butter (no butter dish, just a wrapper), in the $3.99 pan I got from Goodwill yesterday, stirred with a garage-sale wooden spoon, then eaten right out of the pan with the same spoon. It’s now 9:45 a.m. and I am still in my sweats.

A Portland Moment

This morning, I delivered self-published books to a New Seasons Market. Then I went in to shop and asked for dried cranberries, which I like in theĀ Bob’s Red Mill hot cereal that I buy at Food Front. A staffer with a pierced nose recommended someĀ local, sustainably-grown cranberries as being “nummy nummy.”

I walked outside with my rain hat on, because it’s about 42 and drizzly. On April 6. By the time I walk across the lot to Peets, which of course is full, no seats available, at 10 a.m. on a Wednesday, I have changed into my sunglasses. Continue reading “A Portland Moment”

New Year’s Resolution

(written to a friend)

You make some fine pledges, my friend, and bring me no small amount of joy — not just with your too-occasional writings but with the recent news of your pending arrival in P-town. They say we put our intentions out to the universe and it responds in its own time and way, and while I didn’t realize it would take 14 years and a job to get you out here — I thought perhaps a promise of golf and whiskey would have done the trick — I shall nonetheless be happy to entertain you. And be entertained by you. And wallow in your considerable presence.