Oh Dog, you Sleuth!

I’ve lived on Coe Circle for the last year, which has this large statue of crazy Joan in the center, but I’ve barely noticed it because it’s surrounded by tall hedges from our side of the house. And when you’re driving, you’re always looking in the opposite direction to make sure people at the intersections to the circle actually are yielding to you. When I moved out here, I took the statue as being a good omen or at least it kind of reminded me of home since New Orleans has the same exact statue, though the southern version tips the bling scale by having Joan carrying a flowing gold flag.
I think all of us in the house thought we’d hang out more in the circle than we actually did (which was pretty much never). Well, almost never…

I can finally get all this off my chest about Jenny’s vandalism because I now no longer live at the scene of the crime. That’s right, Jeremy and I bought our first house:

Yes, it is a big place with a few peculiarities. But that’s the kind of thing, the kind of concessions you have to make when you’re buying your first house. Like for instance, you’ll be walking down the hallway and little gusts of wind will blow you in the face or there’ll be a lot of loud screeching sounds. Or the heating grates in the floor will light up and you can look down them and see witches and devils. Also blood comes out of all the faucets including the toilet.

Kind of a post script to a recent post: When my friend Justine was in town, we barged our way inside of one of her old apartments because we’d happened to run into the woman who lived in the same bedroom Justine did fifteen years ago. Turns out this woman, Vladimir, is the same person who creates her own view master slides. There was an article about her in Saturday’s Oregonian.
Also, I’m really dying to check out the 3D Museum here in Portland.