Author Archives: Pamela

We went camping at Crater Lake this weekend. We met a whole bunch of the family there. The camping part was super fun — we had a great campsite with lots of room for everybody. But the smoke from the fires was bad and when we drove to see the Lake on Saturday, it was too smokey and we couldn’t see it. And the drive home today seemed to take forever and I’m unspeakably tired and will have to fill in more later.

Go to Trader Joes and buy the chili-lime mayo — then use it on everything. It will change your life.

This morning I saw Tiger on my walk for the first time in at least 2 months. Tiger is one of the coolest cats alive. I saw him sitting on a rock and I called to him and he looked at me and yawned and turned his head. Snotty little cat.

Bob and I ate dinner outside tonight and when Bob was carrying his dinner out – when he got to the door of the shop I heard some loud expletives and he stomped back into the house. I ran into the shop to see what happened, looking for salad strewn across the floor or a drink dumped onto his plate. All I saw were a few drips on the floor. He came out of the house and said, “I almost lost it all.” “Oh,” I said, “I ran in here. I thought it would be funnier.”

I slept better last night yay. But the beastly heat is moving in so it’s a lot to hope for that the whole week will be filled with good sleeping. I screwed up my newsreader yesterday and now I can’t log in. I’m wondering if this might be a good thing. I can probably add a couple of hours a week to my life by ignoring that stuff. But I’m so addicted. H’ep.

In the meantime, you can find out All About Coffee.

Last night I could not fall asleep. It’s not like this doesn’t happen fairly regularly and usually I just stay there in pre-doze and try to think sleepy thoughts. Last night it was making me mad so I finally got up and finished watching The Claim that I taped off of Sundance. I’ve wanted to see it for a long time and for the most part I loved it but the story is pretty grim. Did Thomas Hardy hate his readers or what? After the movie I crawled back in bed and it still took another hour or so to fall asleep. I think I got to sleep at 2am.

Also last night I watched Rock Star. Was that movie made for me or what? I loved it except for the totally lame story. But the soundtrack was fabulous. I think I own every non-original on it already. And seeing all the rockers made me very happy.

Who invented conference room chairs and tables? Because somehow they managed to figure out a way that no matter what, you’re straddling a table leg. That would seem to be impossible. If they can do that why can’t they solve other impossible problems?

I’m off to the Willamette Writers Conference. I’m not hungry but I’m trying to eat since I figure I won’t eat again until this afternoon.

Last night I had another dream about working at Jack-in-the-Box. That was my job in high school. That’s the second Jack-in-the-Box dream this week. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something.