Just spent a few days in Portland. Rain is the operative word here. Oh yeah, and Christmas. Not necessarily in that order. Eleven hour drive north last Friday and twelve and half hours back today. One way, one day. The return trip was slower because we rented a u-haul trailer and I filled it up with Portland’s entire supply of X-Box 360s. Boing, say what? Still with me? Just checking. Actually we stole some furniture from B’s sister and had to transport it back, trucker style: “Gas, ass, or grass, nobody rides for free!”

“Breaker, breaker, I’m doin a double nickle in Georgia Overdrive!”

“Ten four, Rubber Duck!”

It was raining so hard in southern Oregon tonight that once when we passed a semi-truck, spray from under the trucks wheels shot against our windshield like water from a high pressure water hose in a drive through car wash. It pretty much scared the poo out of all of us and worse, I couldn’t see for a second. This was like at sixty mph on I-5 going around a curve, at night, over the pass near Shasta Mountain, towing a trailer. Gulp. It was just an eye blink though since the wipers were already whapping back and forth at full whappage. We stopped in Weed for gas and it was raining sideways it was so windy. It was like standing in a fancy shower with side jets. Except it was forty degrees out. And the water was forty one degrees. And I wasn’t naked. And I wasn’t lathering my hair into a unicorn horn, but other that that it was like that. Oh, and I wasn’t belting out show tunes…. “Oooooooh-klahoma, where the wind goes sweeping across the plaaaaaiiiin….” or something like that. Me tired. Me stop typing now. Me. Glad. Me. Home.