Author Archives: Pamela Rentz

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.

This isn’t our cat. This is Oakie. He lives with Mom and he was very happy when she returned home after her visit up here.

I discovered evidence of a mouse in a lower cupboard in the kitchen.

Almost everything in there is in a plastic tub. *Almost* everything. I don’t know how long it’s been going on. In the past couple of months we’ve trapped quite a few in the shop and a couple in the basement.

This is only the second time I’ve ever found evidence of one inside the house.

I put the trap in there for a couple of nights but nothing showed up so I thoroughly scrubbed everything and packaged it all up. Maybe he moved.

It wasn’t really that dramatic.

Law Clerk and I were eating lunch and we heard a strange noise that increased and became identifiable as dripping.

We searched the adjacent room and found water coming from the ceiling. We quickly moved furniture around and found something to catch the water.

There is an online work ticket system that we use to request maintenance but this seemed more urgent so I called the front security desk and Krystal got on the Bat Phone and almost immediately the Maintenance Crew was in our suite with a ladder and wrenches and were able to stop the leak.

Turns out, our suite has its own water heater for our little kitchen and it was in the ceiling. This was all new information for us. The building doesn’t allow ceiling units any longer due to situations just like this. Luckily it didn’t happen on a weekend.

Now we have a new heater and new ceiling tiles.

Last weekend the berry situation became critical. We reached the point where we had to work to eat as many as we picked. I made a pie and we are still eating lots of berries but the supply is slowing down.

On Wednesday, I left my phone on the bus.

This is something I am normally careful about. I check my keys and phone and make sure I have everything when I exit. But I had an extra bag and somehow my phone slipped away.

It wasn’t in my pocket when I got to the car and I knew it was gone right away because it talks to my car and my car couldn’t find it.

A couple of years ago, Bob left his iPad on the bus. It was during the pandemic and there were so few bus riders that iPad remained on the bus for over a week. We could watch it riding back and forth to downtown and then going to the bus barn at night until the battery died. It took almost 2 weeks for him to get it back.

It would be very challenging to get through two weeks without my phone, so I was determined to rescue it from the bus.

My first idea was to wait until the bus looped back around to the park-n-ride again. From the schedule, it looked like that would be at least 45 minutes and I worried that meanwhile someone could use my phone for nefarious purposes or squirrel it away to Algeria and I would never see it again.

I went home and got on my desktop and put it in Lost Mode. I could see its location and it looked like it was on the lawn next to the park-n-ride break room/maintenance building.

Oh, I thought. It fell out of my pocket into the grass. I better hurry back before someone runs off with it.

I went back to the park-n-ride. (Trip 1) It was not on the grass. I went and found a bus driver standing around vaping and looking like he hated his life. I explained what was going on, thinking he might say, “Let me check the break room to see if someone brought in your phone.” or “Here, I just picked this up. So happy to find the rightful owner.”

He did not. He asked me where the app said it was and also asked me if I had a smart watch.

Thanks for helping, guy.

I waited for the bus to loop back down and the bus that arrived was not my bus.

I went home and got back on the app. It looked like my phone was headed for the bus barn. Oh well, I thought. I clicked the button where Lost Mode would have my phone make a noise. I needed someone to find it and send it to Lost and Found. (I also called Lost and Found to describe my problem.)

Then I was about to proceed with my evening when it looked like the phone was headed back to the park-n-ride. I jumped in the car. (Trip 2)

When I arrived at the park-n-ride I waited for the bus to arrive and the bus that arrived was not my bus. I talked to that driver and he was sympathetic but what could he do?

There was a maintenance person so I asked her if anyone had found a phone. No luck. I looked in the grass again and checked the schedule thinking, for sure the next bus would be my bus.

It wasn’t going to arrive for 45 minutes.

I thought I could wander around the park-n-ride but what were the chances that after all that, it wasn’t my bus?

I went back home. I checked the app. My phone was at the other park-n-ride north of mine which meant that my bus was still in service and would be coming back down.

I went back to the park-n-ride. (Trip 3). As I drove in there was a bus like the one I took parked to the side, out of service. I stopped the car and talked to that driver who looked for my phone. He also said reassuring things like: as soon as it’s found they would take it to Lost and Found and I could get it then.

I went to the platform to wait for my bus. At 7:17 (!) my bus arrived. It was the same driver who did not recognize me from earlier but let me on the bus, it was stuck in the crack between the seat and the window.

SUCCESS!!!!! I went home and cuddled with my phone for the rest of the night.