1. I got a call this morning requesting that I come in for an interview! I am scheduled to be at Gresham High School at 10:00am on Monday, July 28th to interview for a full time teaching position! GREAT news.
2. On our way out the door this morning, we ran into a mini-van. Wait, let me clarify: we did not walk out the door and ram our faces into the side of a car. Doug was driving, and as he made a left turn off of our street, a mini-van came zipping around the corner out of NOWHERE and BAMB! We creamed her driver side door, leaving a rather heavy mark to prove it.
Ok, so I may be dramatizing the incident slightly. Either way, we immediately pulled over and gave our information to Mrs. Suburban Mom All-Star Hell-of-a-gal (S.M.A.S.H. for short). She called us back a couple of hours later with an estimate: $3,700!!!!! At which point Doug and my mouth dropped simultaneously. I mean, granted this was a mini-van and we happened to hit the spiffy [and expensive] electric sliding door that is a mini-van staple, but still! $3,700??? Seriously??
3. Post traumatic incident with S.M.A.S.H., we mustered up the strength to carry on with our day, gravitating to the one place in Portland where all meandering souls go to heal their wounds and clear their mind: The Portland International Rose Test Garden. The garden was beautiful, as I expected. It is a rose garden, after all.
A wise man once wrote, "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." Doug and I officially confirmed this statement. I think we smelled two dozen different varieties of rose, each creatively named for it's peculiar size, color, and fragrance. "In the Mood" and "Tahitian Sunset" are two particular varieties that come to mind.
Now is when I sincerely wish there were such a thing as scratch-n-sniff digital pictures because honestly, the airs emanating off of these flowers were far more brilliant and captivating than their physical beauty. Perhaps this is why Shakespeare, like most poets, was so fixated by them.
"Of all flowers
Methinks a rose is best."
--straight from the horse's mouth.
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