Damon’s 47th birthday. Where did the years go?
Yesterday, I devoted the day to cleaning, packing, and traveling. Today, I flew to Portland, OR to visit with Mowgli, Yvette’s brother, his girlfriend, Lilith, Yvette, who has been there since the 12th, and Yvette’s two sisters who live there.
I arrived in Portland around 10:30 pm. As I made my way to Baggage Claim, people were coming up to help me. The way they spoke to me, it was clear they saw me like a dotty old lady. Oh, well. I also think that Mike sicced these people on me. He was overprotective of me, always afraid I would be hurt. Really??
I had made a reservation at the Howard Johnson Airport Motel because it is within walking distance of Mowg and Lilith’s house. I was told there was a shuttle, but I wasn’t told that I had to call Howard Johnson before they sent the shuttle. Fortunately, a driver for a parking service asked me where I was going and told me I had to call for service.
Lilith warned me that it was a very basic place. Indeed. When given directions to my room, the registrar told me that I had to walk upstairs to get to my third-floor room. When a look of alarm crossed my face, he told me he would carry my bag up. I asked him if he could also carry me up the stairs. He answered literally that he couldn’t because of insurance reasons.
The room was fine, but only one bedside lamp. I guess the motel figures that only one member of a couple is interested in reading. The real problem was the toilet. When I sat down, my knees were higher than my hips. I have never seen such a low toilet. With my hip and back problems, getting on and off presented a challenge.
