Jumping the Shark? Nah, We'll Right This Ship!
Trip Start Jul 13, 2013
24Trip End Aug 05, 2013
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Henry is showing the tell-tales signs of boredom and a desire to go home. His behaviour is frequently atrocious and it's becoming a real pain to take him anywhere. Today in Eugene he wet his pants while standing between three parked bikes just as one of the owners walked up.
He has also developed a habit of smiling when he gets in trouble. What's the response to that, beyond superhuman self-restraint?
I don't want to negatively report on him too frequently as he'll hopefully read this one day
Son, we love you! You're 3! You do lots of awesome things too, like hugging your sister and telling smiling strangers that the trains in Eugene are "really horny."
Mel is sick as a dog. I can't stand to hear her voice, not because I don't want to talk, but because it sounds so dreadful. She's attempting to sleep right now. If the kids are any indication, she should be feeling better in a day or two.
As for me, I'm an impatient and hostile person. This blog has become a form of therapy for me and I'm thankful to have the time to write it.
The most stalwart figure in our group is Penny. She's a hit with everyone on the street and just beams and beams. She babbles her little nonsense to anyone who'll listen. Sadly, I know that she too will enter the 'Terrible Threes' at some point. Three, most likely.
We are really worried about Portland now. Portland is intended to be our big farewell to Oregon and a final feather in our cap for toughing out the trip
Our preliminary plan is to have Penny in the stroller with the Ergo carrier on standby. Should Henry, as has been his wont, decide that he can't walk and allow himself to be dragged across a street while having a fit, then he can go in the stroller.
I will have to memorize the location of every public washroom in Portland as we walk around.
I hope to hell that Mel is feeling better because I need my commiserator to counsel me.
I am lowering my expectations in advance and researching Portland's distractions for children.
Anyway, back to what begat this entry: the Eugene Saturday Market.
We had the complimentary breakfast, as provided by the resort owners, and it was mighty fine. We each had blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausages/bacon and coffee
We drove in to Eugene to check out the Saturday Market. It was an eclectic offering of foods and crafts. There was nothing that really jumped out at us, though we did have some lovely pasties and a huge cookie for an early lunch.
The real attractions were the people, both buyers and sellers. There was every permutation of "saw the face of God while high on acid" pottery and bracelets. There was an aura reader singing a song while evaluating the soul of a patron. Buskers. Lots and lots of young women who don't shave and young men who don't bathe.
Lifestyle choices. I don't condemn it, in fact, I get it. It does come with risk, however.
I passed one young man, in his twenties still, who was reasonably well-dressed in his clique garb, but he had that gaze, that I've seen too often, of someone who's eaten mushrooms or acid one too many times. Stretched their psyche a little too thin and far in a socially-incompatible direction. A stone that never goes away.
Unsurprisingly, he was walking past the glass hash pipe purveyors, a rather smelly looking bunch, I must say. Part hippy, part homeless, all human.
Despite their assumed personas and the accompanying stereotype, hippies are just like everyone else. A lifestyle of weed, mushrooms and Eastern philosophy doesn't make you a better person unless you actualize your sentiments. A good man does good deeds, period.
And I'm trying.
It would seem I'm on a bit of a tangent here so I'll stop.
We also briefly checked out the Fifth Street Public Market. High-end boutiques and food. We passed.
Here's to a good evening - by force of will we shall persevere!
We stayed at the campsite this afternoon and evening. It was, as noted above, one of those days that takes the wind out of your sails.
Thanks Dad for the reassurance and parenting advice. This job is hard.
We had leftover pizza and some other scraps for dinner.
Henry and I played catch and "soccer" while the laundry did its thing.
And now we're here, further refining our attack plan for Portland.
Tomorrow we're going to go for a shop. I believe there's a Macy's in town...
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