It's raining for the third day in a row. I'm speculating that the divine forces out there don't want me rollerblading on my new wheels and bearings. They skate a little on the fast side, and it's difficult to stop.
I can't skate in the rain, therefore I can't fall down and break my head.
Amy took me to an 8th grade graduation last night. The kids she's been teaching for the last year were involved, and she wanted me to see them. It's been, let's see... 12 years since I graduated from 8th grade. It was fun, watching them celebrate this small but somehow important step in their lives.
Actually, the perfect place--after we triangulated my office, the college, and the school where Amy will most probably student teach--is Multnomah Village. Besides being a quiet, clean, fun little town with a little of everything (delicious cafe, greasy spoon, coffee shop, pizza joint, mexican restaurant, toy store, bakery, candy shop, bookstore), it's also about a mile from my childhood home. So we'll see what happens.