I’m up contemplating the universe. What else to do at 4:20 on a Sunday morning?
We at OurPDX tend to leave the weather reporting to the professionals, but how do you ignore the first warm, sunny day of the year? Vitamin D deficient, I was chomping at the bit to get out and bask in the glow of the orb. (I’m a confirmed basker. People call me that all the time. At least I think that’s what they’re calling me.) With all this talk of wild monkeys terrorizing the west side, figured I’d better at least appear to do my civic duty and look around.
The bus downtown, the one due to be cut back from lack of ridership, was cozy-full. Typically there are ten to twenty riders doing a grocery run; today it was spring fever. No one better exemplified this than one old gal. Bless her heart, she was a spot-on incarnation of Granny from Squidbillies. She announced to the world, “I ain’t been out of the house in two months. Today I’m going to the Saturday Market!” She regaled the bus driver with tales of caregivers in nightgowns and bandage-changing stories. Through it all, the driver deduced that she was actually going to the Farmer’s Market, and managed to get her pointed in the proper direction.
Not content with just visiting downtown, I traipsed on over to the east side. It seemed perfect plane-watching weather, so I headed for the airport. Forgot all about the MAX lines being on the fritz this weekend. Not into taking a shuttle bus full of cranky travelers, I caught the crosstown bus back toward home.
TriMet Line #71 along 122nd Avenue is a slice of life. The bangers in the back of the bus were in a good mood, albeit loud enough to drown out the music in my headphones. A nerdy guy got on the bus with a hard drive under a blanket. You go, computer guy! Not everyone can afford those tiny wireless gizmos. I feel a little less Flintstone when I see someone other than me using the old-fashioned desktop and dial-up.
A few minutes later, a gal in her twenties got on the bus, carrying a hard drive the size of three VCRs. Hmm… Maybe someone should tell these guys what a laptop is? My second Squidbillies moment of the day.
The PDX Monkey could not have picked a better weekend to get away from it all. He’s been spotted all over town, but I have my own suspicions as to his whereabouts:
He’s at Dot’s, dining on jalapeno-cheddar fries and making sweet, sweet love to the Sock Monkey Harem.
Please don’t rush to reincarcerate him. Let him have some fun. I get the feeling he’s going away for a long, long time…
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Dot’s has THE BEST tuna melt in town. I hope @pdx_monkey was able to sample one before the reincarceration.
Poor, poor little monkeys.
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