Day 105 & 106: Adjustments.

I recently had to apologize to my mother for past inflicted criticisms. I criticized her because she would chronicle, in exceptional detail, whatever book she happened to be reading. In the grocery store, at the table, on an evening walk, on the phone, etc. I apologized because I showed the first symptoms of excessive chronicle-itis. 

I'm currently reading The Bell Jar, as suggested by several acquaintances. I'm beginning to think that in addition to catching chronicle-itis, I also have I-become-the-characters-in-my-books-itis. Which is scary, when dealing with the dark psychological rise and falls of Sylvia Plath.

Today-another window shot. You can never have too many.

And a shot of a free ride on the MAX line--(free because Portland rocks).