Today is day five we've been in Portland. I realize I left this story unfinished. Maybe there is no end. This is life, after all. Our home is with out internet access for the time being which makes keeping up with the updates a little more complicated. Compounded with the fact that the greater part of this adventure is behind us, spread across the 3,231 miles of highway that tethers our past to the present, I will be writing less frequently here; perhaps weekly.
Eli and I are working on settling into our house which means daily lists of errands that have us criss-crossing the city in search of all the pieces of modern domestic life. We have purchased a futon mattress. Check. We got some groceries and dishwasher detergent. Check We still need a dish drying rack, spice organizer, curtains, among other items. Right now we are in The Red E cafe near our house, utilizing the coffee and internet and counter space. Eli fills out an application for work at a nursery. I've been researching home made bed frame designs. Yes, we're building the bed. This will be the 5th bed I've built. My beds used to be six feet off the ground requiring a ladder to access to make the most out of cramped living spaces. In the last five years I have preferred a bed I can easily fall into rather than risk serious injury falling out of.
We left Bob the landlord at the house to paint the second of two bedrooms. Their standards as landlords are high in description. But upon touring the house for the first time, a week after paying the first month's rent, after ten days of driving, left us wondering why the dingy bedroom walls hadn't been painted in the month the house has been vacant. Closer inspection while unpacking and putting away revealed cobwebs in corners and previous inhabitants' grit in the higher elevations. We do like our landlords though. They remind me of our parents' crowd, like they would have fun going on vacation together in foreign countries. Easy to get along with. They have so far been pretty accommodating and definitely friendly. Our second night in town we walked the 4 blocks to Matt and Elizabeth's house for dinner. We met friends' of theirs who had lived in our house years before. And upon talking more with Matt and a friend at the downtown Bike Gallery I found out that in my ordained ministerial role I conducted a wedding in 2007 and our landlords were in attendance.
I will be writing more about The Bike Gallery and the options that are opening up for us later. For now I will just say that The Bike Gallery is where I worked from 2000 until 2007 when I moved to Maine, and the employer who generously offered me a position to return as a full time year-round mechanic. Tomorrow I meet with my friend and manager Pete and will learn more about what my professional future holds. Until then, just know that it is looking pretty good.