Lake Oswego, Oregon to be more precise, a suburb of this jewel of the Pacific Northwest.
We got here yesterday, driven from the airport by a member of this area’s burgeoning Russian immigrant population. Nice man. Supposedly a lot of them get here by claiming religious persecution. I must file that away for when I want to move to Canada.
The Kid is now completely smitten with The Grandma, having been wooed by Unconditional Love and Thomas the Tank Engine. The Wife is smitten with fresh air, Fall colors, coffee, and finally being treated right by the old man who takes her for granted.
Went and saw “Harry Potter” last night and enjoyed the whole thing beginning to end. Saw a very promising trailer for “Superman Returns” nevermind the terrible publicity stills of newcomer Brandon Routh. This could be good.
Anyway, today we go see The Great-Grandmother (truly) and I continue my efforts at convincing The Wife that we are on a real live vacation. She still has to work “out of the office” each day so it’s a tough sell. Let’s just say some of our tax dollars work harder than others.
Finally, this entry has been sent via a dial-up modem at my Mom’s, which means by the time you read it I should be back in LA getting a senior’s discount at Denny’s.
