east west

patton get out of the house

beyond the 100 degree temperature, portland is intense and on the cusp of something. though that anticipation is exciting, it also brings with it a matter of uncertainty that i don't seem to be handling well. keep rotating between the faint (get up and dance, will you?) and over the rhine (please keep raining), not sure what my outlook should be. a little tired of holding the world together, but nothing that a shady tree in the park and an anne lamotte-ish prayer can't handle. help me help me help me come through this a good woman.

in other news, peter reminded me of a game that i made up when i was younger. it's entitled 'Patton Get Out of the House'. i had this plastic little chipmunk and a fisher-price house that opened up so you could see the cross-section. i named the chipmunk Patton (?) and would put him in the kitchen. i'd then yell PATTON GET OUT OF THE HOUSE! and would knock him out of the kitchen. and that was it.

our roses are overwhelmingly large this year. they're so proud of themselves that i feel guilty for not liking them.

posted by jessica @ 10:37 AM