Author Archives: Pamela Rentz

This guy chased the bunny around the yard, goofed at the camera but also was afraid of it, and then had trouble with his bath.

There is a vacation rental across the street and before it was a rental, the owner lived there and they rarely do anything with the yard. The theme was neglect. It was sad because the previous owners did a lot with the yard and had flowers. All gone now.

Today, at about 8:30a three trucks came in and they weed-eated and hedge-whacked and pruned and leaf blew for hours. They had a huge crew and I can’t even imagine how that many people kept busy for so long.

I have a little bit of use it or lose it leave time so I took an extra long weekend.

It has gone by so fast. I did a mixture of chores and lazy things. I watched all the men’s gymnastics coverage from the recent US championships. I haven’t watch men’s gymnastics in ages and I don’t understand why this sport isn’t bigger. Amazing athletics. I did lots of walks. I read 2 New Yorkers because the week before last arrived late. I made some whole wheat sandwich bread and a peach pie. Both came out great.

Now, I’m trying to take care of computer stuff that I’ve been putting off and every time I sit down I remember why I put it off.

This is my office building.

It looks so fancy from the outside. Like there must be amazing things going on inside.

And the curved part in the middle — those offices must be really cool.

Nope. It’s an office building. From the inside the curved part just seems like a window.

Sorry to disappoint.

Back when Mom was here, there was a fire in this building. They had some of the people on the news and it was so sad – people who lost everything and didn’t know where to go.

When I was waiting for the bus, people were talking about it and swapping stories. My office faces away so I didn’t even know it happened.

I was at the health clinic last week and saw the wreckage.

For some reason have to do with a route downtown switching to articulated buses, my bus stops changed.

My morning bus now stops right in front of the second largest hammered copper statue in the United States. See if you can guess what the biggest one is.

I love this statue. You can see a partial view of it from our office, too.

One morning I noticed that there is a model of the statue in the window across the street. Portlandia facing Portlandia.

What do you think it means?

I took a picture of the reflection of Portlandia in the window of the mini-Portlandia. It didn’t quite work but it’s there.

If you have sharp eyes you can spot all three of my beautiful destroyers. I’ll post some photos tomorrow. I wasn’t enabling the motion controlled sprinkler every night and they seem to show up on the one night I’m too lazy to set it up.

A couple of weeks ago I listened to a podcast about dreaming and remembering your dreams.

When I was younger I was really into this and wrote down all my dreams and read books about dream analysis.

I stopped doing it a long time ago and I hardly remember my dreams anymore.

But the podcast inspired me so I prompted myself as I was going to bed: I will remember my dreams.

I remembered 3 out of 4 nights and they were all bad dreams! In one, I lived at the house I grew up in and there were random strangers, a car, a dog, and goth girls in the pool. Another night was a post-apocalyptic thing where I was living with some random strangers and wishing I had friends. In the third, some dead-eyed sketchy people drove up on the lawn and said we owed them money.

That’s enough dream remembering for me.