The Oregon Jamboree is in town, sigh...I can't believe I was excited about this when I moved here. It's like a freakin' plague of locusts has hit town. Drunken, rowdy locusts. I went to Safeway earlier, and I had to climb *into* the milk cooler to get the last two gallons of milk. As in, feet off the floor, my body fully *inside of* the cooler.
One couple set up camp last year directly across the street from my house, and treated us as their replacement television, watching us as we went about our lives, pointing at things they found of interest. At one point, a friend stopped by, but I had my hands full, and couldn't get to the door in time. I stepped out on my balcony, and was informed by the couple across the street that, "There was a guy in a green Chevy at your door. He went that way."..? They've set up in the same place this year.
So far today, I have chased three volunteers away from my driveway, which they like to block with cars...
Well, at least I can listen for free. Or rather, I must listen. Even with my windows closed, I have no choice.
1 comment:
Its time to run off to green peter for a little while then, hey thanks for stopping by and saying hello
Pax
fyreman
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