About Last Weekend

It simply amazes me at how you can go to the movies and walk out shaking you head while muttering under your breath, "That could never happen in real life ...".

Oh yeah?  Well, last weekend if real life was committed to film would either be not shown due to being so completely unbelievable or labelled as a sick comedy ...

In perspective, I could easily start killing Oregonians for they were as a group about a narcissistic a bunch as you would ever hope to avoid in life.  It would shame me to even recount some of what went on - in public - that more than once I was left with the choice of either walking on or taking a person's head off - literally.  And you never have a machete around when you need one, do you!  I had to just keep reminding myself that this individual, as demented and sick as they were, was someone whom Jesus sacrificed His life for.  I am utterly stunned at the sheer level of paganism and debauchery to be observed, much less the less than civilized behavior.  Icky!  And were I to relay those observations on to you - well, I would be labelled an adults only site by Blogger!  Oregon's culture has a real problem ...

And I always enjoy a good train wreck and the weekend provided one of those.  I took a cruise on the Columbia River on a sternwheeler boat!  It was great fun!  It was a dinner cruise but I was so worn out that at most I could enjoy it from the standpoint of not having anywhere to walk!  Just kick my foot up and relax drinking hot tea.  The meal was okay but not special.

Next to me was a couple obviously on their first date, local, middle aged.  She was aware she had gotten stuck with a "player", whom was both rude and obnoxious.  He needed a machete trim job, just not his whole head ...  They ordered drinks about the time he became aware that the evening was over.  He ordered a coke, she a Scotch.  When the waitress returned, the woman commented that she wanted the entire bottle and his ears perked up.  Across the evening, as the scotch was depleted by her, so were her inhibitions.  They wandered off, she in a drunken stupor, and apparently found a secluded spot.  And ... she even knew he was a player ...  Sigh.

Of course, what is a Kris trip if not a disaster for me personally?  Yeah, someone cut one of my radiator hoses, probably when I had an oil change that first morning when I left Seattle.  So, Saturday was spent roaming around The Dalles, Oregon trying to find an open repair shop.  I did not bring any tools since I can not do anything physically any longer.  God was gracious and I did find a new hose, antifreeze and a guy working on a car in his backyard.  A twenty convinced him that he could do the job.

About now, I got the hiccups, oh not just any old normal hiccup but something my sister called co-hickle-burps, because I would cough, then hiccup and burp all at the same time.  Very painful!  So, after three days of this I had to go find some muscle relaxants so I could sleep!  Yeah, those hiccups were straight on every 7 seconds for three solid days!  Argh!  Though they did shut down the hiccups, I think I am still hung over :(

During one conversation, I suddenly realized that my memory is missing.  Four months ago, no problems with my memory but at the surgery point backwards, I have little or no memories at all now!  Names of family - gone, my mother's tribe - gone, almost nothing!  All wiped clean.  There are bits and pieces I do remember - most of it I wish not, seeing at how life has been as of late.  Once told something I seem to retain it well enough, even then remembering new details not told.  So it is like the key to any given memory is gone, but once reminded I can then recall almost all on that subject.  Something to talk to the doc about one of these days.

And the final disaster was finding myself in an altercation where I chose not to defend myself but just be the new me.  My attacker was to say at the very least surprised and ended the altercation stating that they did not appreciate this aberration pretending to me ...  Cool, Kris, is observantly different :)  But, it was so unexpected that maybe old Kris would have been unprepared as well.  So much I need to know and grow into, it seems insurmountable at time!

So, the Dalles were fun.  Maryhill Museum spectacular but not the displays.  The riverboat cruise was the best part!  But, Portland, honestly who needs another Amsterdam or Zurich on  the face of this Earth?  (shudder!)