Monthly Archives: April 2001

I was wrong about the traffic — maybe that’s when we change the other way. My on/off ramps from I5 to the Morrison Bridge were closed today due to bridge construction so I have to remember to take an alternate route — this is particularly important when I go home, otherwise, I’ll be stuck in traffic hell with everyone else and we’ll all be trying to figure out how to get on the freeway.

So I have a question — do we have the past few years of booming economy to thank for every friggin roadway being ripped up and “improved”? I figure, government, once they get the money together they have to push the whole project through a bureaucratic nightmare, so it would make sense that they are just now getting around to all the work. Downtown Portland is currently a haven for orange cones.

Today I talked to my Auntie about my sourdough bread disaster this weekend. The first rising was HUGE – out of control. The second rising, not as impressive and the final proof the loaves didn’t do squat. I don’t get it. My lovely shaped hearth loaves looked like then melted into a flat beetle thing. I baked them anyway and the crust came out crunchier than you might enjoy and it tastes too salty. I am disappointed, but I guess that’s how you learn. Auntie said her sourdough wasn’t perfect either but she said her tasted good.

We just got the new MacAddict so I’m going to play.

Switching to daylight savings always feels strange. It’s already almost 2pm and it’s like I’m worried about being behind. Then at 6pm you look at the clock and it’s light outside and you think, “dang, it’s already 6 o’clock.” It’s just bizarre how your mind gets all psyched out when the time changes. Also, it seems like the day after the time changes the traffic (commute) is always hideous — why would that be?