We're starting to feel a change... something we've only heard about. It's a new season, let's call it "fall", but, unlike seasons in LA, it's getting colder and the leaves are changing color. We had a couple of rain showers, too, which never happened in Lalaland. I keep taking pictures of trees, which I dearly love, and then prettier trees and still prettier trees until I realize there's too many to take, even with a digital camera. We went and got some hobo gloves, a hood with nose-mask and more long-sleeved t-shirts. I take the train to the gym three days a week and, this morning, I used all these exotic garments... because it's that cold! We knew this would happen but reality is much more shocking than just expecting this.
Our roomie, Pam, is slogging through the Greek Islands, with its sapphire waters and champagne brunches and sundry tiring activities. She'll return and half the trees will be bare... that'll teach her!
Gabi and I will drink in the full glory of autumn in Beaverton. Remind me to show you my tree pictures... it won't take that long...
Joe
