I am on my way to Bend on the shuttle bus.
It is a convenient way to get across the Cascades. Especially, because I no longer have a car in Oregon.
Sitting in the bus gives me time to do things -- other than concentrating on driving. For some reason, I started thinking about doing the yard chores around the house during the past two days in Salem.
It certainly cut into my socializing time. But I thoroughly enjoyed it. There is something about taking on Mother Nature with your bare hands -- and a few handy tools.
I am not certain what need it meets. But I always enjoyed spending time in the yard tidying up when I lived in the Salem house.
I definitely do not qualify for either anal retentive or obsessive compulsive awards. Professor Jiggs cured me of those tendencies. There is something about a giant shedding golden retriever that puts you face to face with the absurdities of home hygiene.
Maybe yard work is a substitute for battle. I am well past the age of strapping on an airplane and meeting the enemy in noble combat. Tearing into the Boston Ivy is a substitute for downing Soviet fighters.
Whatever it is, I felt downright presidential while clearing the brush on what passes for a ranch in the prissy city limits of Salem.
It almost made up for the lunches and dinners I should have been sharing with friends.
It is a convenient way to get across the Cascades. Especially, because I no longer have a car in Oregon.
Sitting in the bus gives me time to do things -- other than concentrating on driving. For some reason, I started thinking about doing the yard chores around the house during the past two days in Salem.
It certainly cut into my socializing time. But I thoroughly enjoyed it. There is something about taking on Mother Nature with your bare hands -- and a few handy tools.
I am not certain what need it meets. But I always enjoyed spending time in the yard tidying up when I lived in the Salem house.
I definitely do not qualify for either anal retentive or obsessive compulsive awards. Professor Jiggs cured me of those tendencies. There is something about a giant shedding golden retriever that puts you face to face with the absurdities of home hygiene.
Maybe yard work is a substitute for battle. I am well past the age of strapping on an airplane and meeting the enemy in noble combat. Tearing into the Boston Ivy is a substitute for downing Soviet fighters.
Whatever it is, I felt downright presidential while clearing the brush on what passes for a ranch in the prissy city limits of Salem.
It almost made up for the lunches and dinners I should have been sharing with friends.
