October 27, 1998
Dark Days


These are dark days, here in Oregon ... inside and out.

By the time my bus winds its way down Molalla Avenue and deposits me at the end of the crooked alley every afternoon, I'm already digging around in my book bag for the little blue flashlight *Someone* gave me for my birthday last year (and for the purse-sized canister of pepper spray). It's distinctly creepy, fumbling my way down the street  --  so friendly in the mornings when I'm walking under a sunlit canopy of autumn leaves, so sinister now, as I blindly try to recall precisely where The Big Pothole is located so I don't break a heel  --  hoping that Obscenely Obese Naked Guy isn't standing in front of his kitchen window again, waiting for me to walk by ...

... praying that I had the presence of mind to leave a light on in the Tree House so I'm not met by complete darkness when I finish battling with the deadbolt ...

Actually, I was granted a tiny reprieve from the TriMet Transit System this particular evening. *Someone* had to take his new cats to the veterinarian  --  he's having their "ovaries yanked," as he gleefully put it  --  and he offered me a ride home if I would help him transport the kitties from his apartment to the animal hospital. (Easier said than done. The box I stole from The Knife Factory wasn't big enough for both cats, so one of them ran around loose in the Jimmy during the entire drive: I kept waiting for her to lunge, hissing, out of the darkness and land on my head.)

After we got the cats safely signed in and deposited for the night, we hopped back into the Jimmy and headed down the hill. I was sorta hoping that maybe he would offer to feed me ... or to have sex, or to buy me a car ... but instead he brought me straight home.  I gave him the customary chaste kiss on the side of his head, and he drove off, and I checked my mail and fought with the deadbolt and that was more or less that.

(And yes, I'd had the presence of mind to "leave a light on" earlier in the morning. In fact, I'd plugged in the loopy white Christmas lights, AND I left the radio playing softly, so it was actually sorta nice to come through the door and suddenly be HOME,  in my beloved calm silly little Tree House ...)

I don't have a whole lot more to report ... except that I thought this might be a nice time to answer a couple of the e-mails I've gotten, the past few days. (One of the pitfalls of keeping a very visible online journal is that you sorta forget how to write e-mail, after awhile. So this will have to suffice.)

First of all, my friend Brucie in St. Loo wrote a few days ago to ask me:

"... Terri send me the (potato soup) recipe .... pretty please???"

Brucie,  I'd be glad to share the recipe with you, and with all of my other Devoted Readers! 

Here it is:


Secra's World-Famous Potato Soup Recipe

1. Chop up some potatoes and throw them into a big pan.
2. Add some onion.
3. Add some bacon (cooked or uncooked, doesn't matter, because either way it's gonna kill you).
4. Search through your refrigerator and look for other stuff to add to the mix. Vegetables are good if you've got them.
5. Smoosh everything together and let it cook, while you download a Gilligan's Island Windows 95 Desktop Theme.
6. Add a buttload of salt and pepper and eat directly from pan. Bon appetite!




Then this e-mail from Sharlie, one of my oldest and dearest pals from the old Boom Room days ...

"PS ~ have you thot about posting your world famous 'Breakfast Scramble' recipe on your site??? Made my mouth water, even on the 4th cookin!"

Sharlie ... I'd be glad to share the recipe with you, and with all of my other Devoted Readers!  Here it is:

Secra's World-Famous Breakfast Scramble Recipe

1. Chop up some potatoes and throw them into a big pan.
2. Add some onion.
3. Add some bacon (cooked or uncooked, doesn't matter, because either way it's gonna kill you).
4. Search through your refrigerator and look for other stuff to add to the mix. Eggs are good if you've got them.
5. Smoosh everything together and let it cook, while you download an "Intern Barbie" Windows 95 Desktop Theme.
6. Add a buttload of salt and pepper and eat directly from pan. Bon appetite!





And finally ... this question from Feef, who wants to know why I'm traveling to the Bay Area this weekend:

"Why are you going there?  Something good??"

Well, Feef   ... I'm thinking about getting that tattoo removed while I'm there, for one thing.
 I also thought I would have some Chinese food, see the ocean, listen to Pebbles & Bam-Bam, wipe the floor with someone's ego, playing Trivial Pursuit ...

... maybe go to a bookstore, maybe rent a movie, maybe just sit on the floor and go through a friend's collection of old 45's ...

... and ...

... of course ...

... have my picture taken at the corner of Haight-Ashbury! (And mayhaps attempt to forget that I spend forty hours a week mailing catalogs to cranky knife factory customers.)

Want a postcard? 

xox



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