Is there anything better than friends? No. No, there isn’t.

Making friends for the world to see
Let the people know you got what you need
With a friend at hand you will see the light
If your friends are there then every thing’s all right

–Elton John/Friends

 

Let’s just get this right there out in the front: Chelle and Rick are wonderful.

There.I said it.

They are.

For those of you who don’t know them, they are people I’ve known since I was in Junior High (Rick) and High School (Chelle). Apparently, I was on Student Council with Chelle. There is photographic evidence to support this, though neither of us actually remembers it. It’s in the year book, so it must be true.

We were not good friends at the time, but have gotten to know each other in the last several years. They are great people.

So.

They moved into our neighborhood today. 1.33 miles away, Google says.

Only 1.33 miles!

We went over with a pizza and the mobile bar cart to help them settle in tonight, and OH MY GOD. They have the best deck in Tigard. We sat on the deck and drank a bottle of whisky and some beers, and smoked some cigars and talked.

 

We did not manage to do any unpacking. Uh. Oops. But we did get the bottle finished, so that counts as an accomplishment, right?

We also watched the moon rise and go from the East almost all the way to the West. Watching the moon is surely important.

 

Good times.

 

Looking forward to more of those good times.

 

Welcome to the neighborhood, Ginger and Stuff,

We love you.

 

Unpack before the Virginia game. We are SO having the away tailgater at your house!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wild Turkey on the loose

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Inside Michelle’s brain, episode 3

We were listening to a French pop song that features some pretty rockin’ accordion. Yeah, they love accordion. It’s kind of a thing.

Anyway.

I wondered if I should take lessons.
Ruled it out.

Then thought: “but I bet women who play the accordion have great boobs. All that squeezing must be great exercise.”

I am nothing if not conscious of breast health.

How biker chicks travel

Like a true nature’s child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die
–Steppenwolf/Born To Be Wild

Happy Trails to you
Until we meet again
–Roy Rogers/Happy Trails

Light. They travel light.

The ones 2 cabins down mentioned that they didn’t bring extra panties for an overnight. Sound carries on a lake.

Just thought I would clarify that for those of you who don’t ride.

Did I mentioned that there’s a biker gathering in Joseph this weekend?

On a slightly odd note, a hummingbird just flew by close enough to tickle my ear with the vibrations from his wings. Loud flyers, they are.

Heading back to the default world this morning, but I’m happy to be wherever I am.

Even.

Even when.

Even when there’s a line at the coffee shop.

It smells great in the coffee shop, by the way. They roast their own beans.

Coffee good.

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