Excitement

I'm not meaning to neglect my blog, but there really hasn't been anything blog-worthy over the last few months. The most exciting thing lately is the new Safeway that went in down the street. And my guess is that writing about saving 10% on all my purchases there until January 14th won't exactly make front page news.

Not to worry, though, I've dredged up a story that happened about four months ago that still has me laughing. Even though it's now old news, I thought you all would enjoy.

I had my first phone conversation with a new boy. He works for Intel and was living in the Bay Area, but transfering to Portland within a few weeks. Employed, intelligent, 35 years old, and the conversation was flowing fine. Except for a few weird pieces:

I asked him if he was renting a moving van. Nope, he was going to fit all his stuff into his car. OK, that seemed odd, but maybe he sold all his furniture and was just moving the necessities.

He mentioned that he'd need to learn how to cook. That, too, seemed a little odd, but he'd also mentioned how much he was going to miss his favorite restaurants, so maybe he didn't cook and just did takeout. I let it pass.

What I didn't let pass though, was the final comment that ended our conversation. "Sorry, gotta go. Mom's calling me to dinner."