It appears that our two weeks of Summer Part 2 have finally come to an end.
Oh and of course, since it's western Oregon, tonight's "Hunters Moon" was mostly obscured by clouds. Especially at the prime moonrise moments. It's like, give me a special photo op involving the moon and the probability of cloud cover is 98.9%.
So I woke up this morning and my first thought before I even looked out the window is: "Damn! It feels like freaking Winter." Turned out that it was just a little aging going on. Getting up and moving about usually puts that process on hold …. for today anyway. You don't notice so much, your life and the new normal, updating itself each morning.
Isn't there an alternative definition of insanity that states: "Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results"? Well I guess I qualify. Why the hell do I keep attempting to drive into downtown Salem during the 5:00pm rush hour and thinking that just maybe the traffic at all points of entry won't be backed up for a mile with progress measured in inches? And I …. I have no patience for waiting in long lines. I ultimately end up demonstrating my creative spirit and exploring various bright ideas involving alternate routes and short cuts through side streets, narrow alleys and parking lots but each detour just leads to more gridlock. Any perceived success is likely due to traffic eventually thinning out as the clock spins forward and people slowly moving away from the downtown core while I search in vain for the magic opening.
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