I am in London for just one more day.

Sorry I have not been posting as I should, but I have been sort of busy over here in the Swine Flu plagued country of England. As of today they have 27 cases confirmed and you would think the plague had returned. They say don't go to the States or Mexico unless you must. Does that mean I should stay here, because I know if I get sick here and go to the hospital I'm a goner by what Donna says. Such decisions!!

Now on a different note. You are probably asking yourself, "Self, why is Dow typing in green?" Well that is a good question. Normally I don't give a bit of thought as to the color of my text, but this time I did. Donna and I just returned from a few days in Ireland. I drove about a million miles on the left side of the road and every now and then a few on the right side just to mess with the Irish and try to make Donna poop her pants! I don't think she ever did dirty her panties, but she did spend a moment or two in the "Oh Jesus Fetal Possision". Good fun!!!

Ireland was a little bland. We saw a lot of beautiful country, castles, sheep, good pubs, fun people, a little music that was really good and a little that was really bad. Since when is Kenny Rogers considered traditional Irish music? The beer was good and the rugby match we watched in a pub with the locals was fun.

Now rugby makes American football look like a game for little girls. It is sort of like team cage fighting while trying to keep control of a goofy looking ball. I have no idea how many noses were broken or how many square meters of skin were left on the field. What a fun game to watch. Thank goodness it is a young mans sport or I would have to join the local team.

I head home tomorrow. Donna is probably be ready for some fun times and action.

Speaking of Donna, she has done one load of laundry in the last four months. Every time I come over I end up doing her laundry for her. Something is wrong with this picture. I think I will go to the pub and give this some thought.


Donna, while I am doing laundry. 96 steps each way!

Back in Boston

Yes, I am back in Boston. It is a beautiful day. I had a cup of coffee by the water. I am eating a cup of chowder in my hotel room as I type this. As you can tell I am having a wild and crazy time here in Boston and wish I didn't have to go to work in an hour. Gotta go, as I need to floss.

Its been a while.

My buddy David made comment that it has been a while since I posted any really cool news on my blog and that my wife was out blogging me. Well, I can't let that happen. My wife may be a better writer and speller than me, but she is just hanging out in London. As for myself I am busting my behind here in Portland trying to keep up with the lawn and getting the garbage cans out to the curb on the correct day. All she does is try to keep people alive....like that's hard.

For those of you who don't know, I think I have bought a boat. A sailboat. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I mean it has been almost two years since I almost lost an arm while sailing, but it was a learning experience and I probably won't make that mistake again. It's not like there aren't plenty of other mistakes for me to make. David tells me we are leaving for Alaska in May of 2012. I hope I have the marine toilet figured out by then! If some one could tell me how to tell port from starboard I would be appreciative.

I just figured out that this thing has spell check. How cool is that!!!!!

I will be back in Boston soon and will do another exciting blogs from there.

For all of you wondering how Saylor the cat is doing he is still alive and back to pooping in the lawn. I have not found any poop in the fireplace since the snow melted. Did I mention he lost a tooth? Now that is a good story!!!

All of you take care. Vicki, you take extra care.

After a hard day of protesting and dog turd tossing I found myself in a pub. OK, I have to be honest with you blog followers. I tossed the dog turds in the trash next to a bank and watched the protest on TV in a pub in Greenwich. But I felt like I was in the middle of the action.

Speaking of being in the middle of the action I was watching the World Cup qualifier last night at The Hope pub. These people like there football (that is soccer for you yanks). Thank goodness England won or there could have been a riot making the G-20 protest look like a prayer meeting. These Brits use all of the good words when talking to the ref or other players on the TV. You know like “Ref, are you f###### blind!!” or when the opposing team has a player down rolling in pain you might hear “Get up and play ball you f###### puss!!!”

Did I mention that when England scored a goal beer gets spilled. Yes it does. You would think a guy would set his beer down before throwing his arms into the air and and dancing around like a little school girl, but no. You might also think there would be no beer spilled when the opposing team scores, but oh no. There is beer spilled and people shouting “ You gotta be f###### s####### me!!!” I think the Brits invented the “F” word. I had a f###### smashing time.

I just returned from having to vacate the building due to the fire alarm going off. Some f###### moron must have burned their f###### toast. I had best go, venture out and see if I can learn some more cool British words. Later!

I just realized that I have been over here in London for almost a week and have not been blogging for my blog followers. Here is a little up date. It has been a little boring since I have been here. Just some of the same old stuff, meeting Donna for a beer after work, sleeping, taking a shower, walking Donna to work, etc.

Oh, yeah, I have gone to the store and bought some crackers and milk. I almost forgot that we have attended two plays, Thriller and Enjoy. Both were very good. Donna paid for the tickets which made them even better, but I did buy the ice cream at intermission. Did I mention that we went to a couple of markets? Yes we did. We went to Spittlefields and Petticoat Lane markets. Guess who got a new pair of shoes at the market? That’s right, Donna!

We arrived back at Donna’s place of lodging late last night after having pint of Londons Pride at The Hope public house. I almost forgot we stopped there after returning to London form Cardiff, Wales where we had spent a couple of days. What a great town. So quiet and lovely, but we were able to find something to do. Senic bus and water taxi rides and lovely walks throught the town. Oh, And what did we find.....Brains Brewery. We stopped and checked in at the gate house with John. What a lovely gent. He informed us that “Yes they used to give tours, but no more. And yes they used to have a tasting room, but no more. By the way we used to sell souviners, but no more.” Then he stepped into the back room and brought out a wonderful Brains Beer serving tray which he slipped into a bag and gave to us and then directed us to the Cottage Pub and suggested that we try a pint or two of S.A. Brains Ale. John said the locals say the S.A. stands for Skull Attack. After a few pints he said the next morning it feels like your skull has been bashed.

I had a half pint and a cup of coffee while Donna consumed four pints of S.A. and was asked to leave when she started singing O’ Danny Boy while sitting on the bar working on her fifth pint. That girl can be so much fun! That girl can really sang.....Yes that is sang!

I need to get out of the room now. I have done my duty of walking Donna to work and picked out a new pub to meet her at when she gets off work. I will have to remind her, one pint. I am concerned she may start singing and any one who knows her knows she can not sing, but she can sang.

The G-20 summit is being held in London and the city is expecting a lot of marches, protest and possible riots. I have never been in a riot so I had best be on my way. Just to let you know, Obama was recieved like a rock star!!

I really need to go so I can pick up some rocks ( which are hard to find) and a few nice firm dog turds (which are not hard ro find, especially when crawling home from the pub) for throwing during the riots and mayham.

Wish me luck!

Exciting Times in Boston!!

There I was walking on Fan Pier at the waters edge when I spotted a treasure of nature. A dead Red Breasted Magangser was just waiting to be discovered. It had been dead for a few days and was starting to ripen nicely. I knew I needed to work quickly if I was going to be able to add it's skull to my collection. Since I had no pocket knife with me ( TSA would not let me take the two in my suitcase through security) I had to to improvise. No beer can was at hand like when I took the head off of the Great Blue Heron. I had no side cutters with me as I did when I found the American Kestrel, but I did spot a sharp rock. I figured if early man could butcher a 20 ton mammoth with a sharp rock I could take the head off a two pound bird. It took me about 30 seconds.......and did this guy ever smell bad!!!

Now speaking of smelling bad, I had to get this guy back to my hotel room and packaged for my trip home. I decided not to carry him in my pocket and you don't want to just walk around with a stinking bird head in your hand. Lucky for me I was able to locate a Burger King bag to place it in and was on my way.

Once in my hotel room I wrapped it in two plastic bags and placed it in my computer bag. When I took my computer out at airport security you may have thought I had a dead walrus in my bag it smelled so rank. People started looking around like some one had farted and trying to insinuate it was not them. So I just acted like everyone else. Once on board I cured the problem with a double zip lock bagging. All was good.

Have a great day and always keep your eyes open for treasures!

All I want to do is get some sleep!

I promise this will be a short posting. Here I am in Boston on another layover. I just need some rest so I can be at my best when working back to Portland.

So there I am, in bed, reading and trying to fall asleep. Minding my own business. When all of a sudden the noises start. First it is the head board lightly knocking against the wall from the room next door. Then the vocals started. Then the short burst of bed headboard slamming against the wall. Then louder vocals. At this point I come to the conclusion that these are not kids jumping on the bed.....Ohhhh no!

Did I mention this is happening at midnight? This commotion lasted for I don't know how long! Finally it stopped, but by this point I was tramatized. What were the people thinking. They need to rent a motor home when they travel. After things quitened down I bet it took me at least five minutes to fall asleep.

I guess this is just part of my glamorous life style. Hope I don't find cat poop on the floor again when I get home......

PARTY ON!

Donna has gone back to London and we all know what that means. It is time to rehang my black velvet paintings, put the keg back in the fridge and crank up the stereo! Phantom of the Opera sounds so good when really loud, like a 12 out of 50 on the volume meter.

I was out boating with my buddy, David. He has the boat and I have a pair of sun glasses, so I look really cool on his boat. We had an epic adventure. After removing 3 inches of snow from the deck and passing through the Ballard Locks we cautiously made our way into Puget Sound. The wind was blowing at least 4mph and was whipping up waves cresting at close to six inches!

After close to an hour of fighting our way across the Sound we arrived at Blake Island with a little liquid courage in our bellies and a new boat fender on board. It is one big ass boat fender we rescued. It is on its way to our friend Mark. He has the big ass boat and I take two pairs of sun glasses when I am out on his boat and wear them both at the same time.

Speaking of our buddy Mark. He is doing a little one on one battle of his own with cancer, but is kicking it's ass. I am sure the doctors think it is due to their chemo. I know differently, it is due to prayer. I have been putting in a good word for Mark to the God of Huge Camp Fires and Potato Guns and it seems to be doing the trick. Yesterday I also sent some vibes to the God of Happy Boating and Crab Eating. So just don't sit there, say some prayers.

Now it is time for Dow to get serious. While on Blake Island I saw something that just broke my heart and I am focusing on changing it. We all need to take on a cause to make the world a better place.

While walking the beach I spotted a raccoon without a tail. That is correct, no cute, fluffy, ringed tail. I am sure he is made fun on by all the other raccoons on the island and has no girl friend. I want to change this, but is not going to be cheap. More about donations later.

This poor raccoon is so down trodden that he not only needs a tail, but it needs to be a cool tail. The Pin the Tail on the Raccoon Foundation is presently looking to locate a nicely groomed and feathered Irish Setter tail as his replacement. If you know of one please let the foundation know. He would be the coolest raccoon on the island. All the females would not be able to keep their paws off that tail!

Yes this is going to be very expensive. I will need a helicopter to dart the pitiful looking thing from. He would then be transported in a net hung from under the helicopter ( like they do with bears and mountain goats ) to the Harbor View Hospital where a team of surgeons, lead by Dr. House, would be awaiting his arrival. After two weeks of recovery and six weeks of rehab ( tail waging therapy ) he would be on his way back to Blake Island where he would be received back to the island with a Potlatch put on by the local Native Americans. After feasting on fresh clams and smoked salmon he would then be released back into the wild with his anti rejection medications to live happily ever after. ( That last part makes my eyes tear up. )

So, now don't be cheap. Send your checks to"TPTTOTRF" at my home address. Do not delay for this poor little fellow needs a tail. One of the board members feels he also needs matching ears, but as you know that is just more expense so it may have to wait, but it would be nice to get it all done with one visit to the hospital. Thanks for your support!

Well gotta go!

Sitting in Boston on a different day

Donna may think she is having a fun time, but she is definitely not kicking up her heals like I am. Take today for instance. I have spent all morning in my hotel room working on our taxes and watching the stock market drop and then drop some more. Talk about warm fuzzes!

Last night I went for a lovely stroll in blizzard like conditions. If it had been a little colder, snowing a little harder and the wind blowing just 10 MPH harder it would have been perfect out. I had to remember you can't have every thing your way. It was nice to see that my ears had not turned black and fallen off from frost bite when I looked in the mirror this morning!

Donna gets home soon so I need to do a little party clean up around the house. I guess I will also need to take down the really cool black velvet paints I have hung since she has been gone. I am going to especially miss awakening to the painting of the female Amazon warrior riding on the back of a tiger while only wearing a bandoleer across her chest and holding an AK-47 in one hand and a bottle of 21 year old Highland Park scotch in the other. Oh, did I mention she has a viking helmet on her head with gigantic horns and a feather plume on on top. I wish I had a photo of it to post, but I am sure you can just close your eyes and see it in your mind.


Well, sorry it has been so long between posts. I will try to do better, but give no promises. Sometimes I am just too busy getting crazy and out of control. Later!

Sitting in Boston

It has been a few days since I have blogged and I am sure all of my followers have missed me. Well I'm back with up dated excitement!

After returning from three weeks in London I felt I had been having too much fun and needed to to get back in the groove of everyday life. I slept the first night, awakening at 4 AM and decided it was a good day to get started on painting the bathroom. I spent the next two days locked in that five by eight foot space. Talk about fun! By the time I stepped out of that room I looked like I had been in a paintball shoot out.....and had lost. The bathroom looks great, especially with that new toilet seat. I almost bought the "Glacier Bay" model toilet seat, but it kind of sounded cold to sit on.

The cat is still alive and sticks to me like glue. How long can a cat live? I caught him on my bed the other day. I didn't know he could move so fast. You would think he could catch a mouse or something with moves like he showed me.

So here I sit in Boston with no shoes to go down to the gym in. After my gluttonous night of BBQ chicken pizza and diet coke I could have used a good 3 or 4 hours on the exercise bike. Oh well.

Gotta go! It is almost 10 AM here and I need to get to Dunkin Donuts before the run out of Boston Creams!

Back in Portland

There I was, naked in the shower, soon to be on my way to to the the Underground to Heathrow Airport to SeaTac to Portland International to the employee bus to my car to the house and Saylor, the worthless cat. I was on my way home. Parting was was hard.

So there I am on the plane. We are taxing out and a baby has been crying, maybe screaming, for about ten to fifteen minutes. Some moron, I think an American, yells "Can't you shut that kid up!" The plane became silent, except for the baby, who's shrill screams reminded me of a F-4 going into after burner. I so wanted to say something bright, like " Your making more noise than the baby" or better yet " Who is sounding like a baby now, you dip shit!". But it was not to be needed. Some gentle grandmother type turned around in her seat, with a smile, and said something to him that made him shut up and feel like shit. Job well done!

Nine hours and fifteen minutes we landed in Seattle. Sunny and sixty degrees. The next thing I knew I was home and in bed. Alone. And the cat has become my shadow. He will not leave my side. This is not a good thing. So far I have only stepped on him once, but I am sure more times are to come.

Well today I went a touch loco and pruned the roses. Yes, with out gloves. It does not get crazier than that! Later gators!

Worst snow storm in 18 years hits London!

Donna going to work. BRRRRRR!

This is one happy boy! Click on to enlarge!

I was planning on leaving for the States on Wednesday, but I may be here a few extra days. No buses were running in London today and the Tube was at about 10%. Thank goodness the pubs were open! ( Oh, along with the British Museum) They get 6" of snow around here and they start acting like Portland or Seattle.

The British Museum wouldn't take me but a local pub did. It didn't pay all that well, but I was inside warm and dry. The beer was cold. No one was fired, but my stint as Chief Beer Puller was short. One beer.

The snow is still falling and per what I over heard at the pub it is going to be a blizzard tonight! I may not get out of here until March. I hope Saylor has enough food and water.

I went and bought bacon and eggs for breakfast tomorrow morning. It may be Donna and my last morning together for a few weeks if the blizzard does not hit. Timing is everything!

I think I will venture out and pick up a Subway sandwich for dinner and then meet Donna at the Swan for a pint when she gets off work. Later!!

Things to miss when crawling home from the pub!

There you are at the pub. It is late and they are about to close. You just finished your 29th half pint and are on your way to number 30. It has been a productive day, but now you need to think about the crawl home. You carefully put on your gloves and knee pads. After running head first into a telephone booth you now also strap on your helmet. Here are a few items to stay away form on your crawl home....or as a matter of fact anytime.

This stuff is really sticky and hard to off your gloves and knee pads!

The Problem With Drinking Beer

You know how the first beer goes down so easily and the second can follow so quickly. So you now have two pints sloshing around in your belly. Let me tell you that is not exactly correct. For what you really have is a pint in your bladder and a second pint trying to work its way into your bladder as well. You will not notice this until you are about one third the way back to your flat. This is guaranteed!

You now have really only one of two choices at this point. Stop at the next pub you see. It should be within a stones throw. Rush in and use their toilet. The Mens is usually in the basement. Then calmly ease up to the bar and order a half pint. Have a moment and enjoy your half pint. Now this is the important point. Make sure you get rid of that second pint before leaving. You should be able to enjoy a nice stroll home.

The second choice. Just go for it. It isn’t really that far. You know you can make it. This is usually my pick of the two. By the time I get back to the building Donna is living in I must look like a three legged rabbit being chased by a rabid fox. I am trying to get the keys out of my pocket while also removing my long coat. I usually try this while wearing gloves. At this point I am breathing and sweating harder than most marathon runners at the twenty mile point. But if you make it you feel like a gold medal winner and you are ready to go celibrate with a nice cold pint. Hell, mabe two!

A day in the life of Dow

Yesterday was a work day for Donna, so that made it a day to play for Dow. After making coffee for and walking Donna to work I was back to start my day of fun. Oh, but first I needed to do laundry and clean the room and make sure the garbage was taken out.

Now doing laundry here is kind of not that much fun. The elevator is out of order. As it has been most of the time I have spent here. Donna’s room is on the 4th floor.The laundry is in the lower ground floor. I grab the laundry bag and go down from floor 4 to 3-2-1-G-LG and a couple of extra half floors in there some where. It is easier to climb Mt. Rainier. It takes three round trips for one load of laundry. Unless you forget your One Pound coins! Then you speak French and make it four round trips.

The washer is a bit on the small side. I believe it’s model is called “ front loading extra small”. You can fit about dozen pairs of Donna’s panties in or one pair of my underware. I think I would start wareing womens thongs if I lived here. You could wash about two dozen of those at one time. At two Pounds a wash that would be a real money saver!

Now the dryer is another story all together. You could fit a camel in it! I am sure some where I have a photo of someone drying a king size bed matress in one. I don’t think they put box springs in at the same time, but they could have if they had wanted. The dryer cost 20p for ten minutes. It takes about 30-45 seconds to dry my pair of underware. I always check before I use the dryer to see if any one would like to use the extra nine minutes to dry their matress, arm chair, or camel.

Then I took a shower and left the room.

It was a day filled with exploring and adventure. I took the bus to Trafalgar Square. I then walked to the Enbankment Pier and caught a water bus to Greenwich. Checked out the Maritime Museum, stood on the Greenwich Time Line and dropped by the Kings Arms Pub for a quick pint.

Then I was off to cross the Thames under water by foot. Yes, a foot tunnel was built in the late 1800’s from Greenwich over to the Island of Dogs. And yes, it does leak. Now I was on my way to catch the water bus at Masthouse Pier when all of a sudden I saw the Ferry House Tavern, standing since 1722. Time for a quick pint and off to the Tower of London. At the Tower I may have been to only tourist who spoke english.

Back on the river bus my next stop was to cross the Millinium foot bridge. But, before crossing the foot bridge I had to check out the Globe Theatre and the house where Sir Christopher Wren lived while St. Pauls was being built. I crossed the river. On the north side was a sign that stated it was 12 minutes to the Embankment tube station. That sounded like a nice stroll. So off I strolled. 12 minutes my ass. I finally arrived 45 minutes to an hour later. My dogs were starting to bark.

I was soon on the tube. Up the elevator at Goodge Street station and was within five minutes of Donna’s “flat” when I spotted a pub. Was I ever thirsty. God must love London. I am sure that is why there are so many pubs around here. Each time you go into a different pub it is a religous experience. A quick pint was enjoyed and then off to the Swan to meet Donna for a pint after work.

Yes it is true, I have fallen off my 30 pubs a day pace. I guess I will just have to come back.

Win the Prize!

Where is Donna?
Guess where Donna is and win the big prize! I need the exact location. Time of day and day of the week needed to win. Good Luck!!

David thinks he has won the prize, but he did not list the date and time. The contest is still open!

So here we are, getting all wound up at 7:pm. We just had a fabulous dinner of spagehtti, bread, and a lovely red wine dinner. We are now getting a little on the edge watching some Brit TV about people losing stones? They seem to be losing weight. Are they taking the stones out of their pockets?

I have some real issues about how Donna and I spent our day today. We had coffee in the room. Then we had coffee and a crossiant at Donna’s favorite coffee spot. Then we walked down to the Thames river where we had a cup of coffee and a plater of chips (thats’s fries for you who don’t speak english).

We took a lovely boat ride up the Thames and then a cold, dark, and lovely boat ride down the Thames. We then took the Northern Line ( the tube) back to Goodge Street station. Stopped by the store for bread and wine and then ran for the room trying not to wet our selves in the process. By the way, we made it!

Now, about the issue I have with this day. Did you notice any pub stops. Nooooo. Not a single pub stop today. Yes that means 60 pubs tomorrow. Even at a half pint per pub, that is a s--- load of beer! I had better get an early start. I am going to go ahead and buy knee pads and gloves for the crawl home. Wish me luck.

Enjoying a live concert at Camden Locks.

We did a little shopping at the Camden Street market and then enjoyed a free concert! We are having a totally fab time. The Chinese New Year started to day and Donna and I went to China town and had a lovely meal of calamari. spicy prawns and cajun chicken. On the way back to the flat we stopped for a quick pint. Now I am all partied out and need my beauty sleep. Over and out.

No one told me London is so dangerous!

Well if you haven't read Donna's blog already, then here is the BIG news! She recieved her first pay check and and then was robbed! Not once, but like six or seven times. She went to check her balance at the ATM and then was going to take me out for dinner and a wild night of pubbing when all of a sudden the ( plug your ears kiddies) damn ATM wouldn't give her card back. We finally left with the card stuck in the ATM and I went and bought dinner and wild and crazy pub times.

Welllllll, the next day we went to the bank and found you she had been taken by one of the many highly trained thieves of jolly ol' London. They had taken her for 500 pounds cash and over a 1000 pounds in purchases. Needless to say, not only was I upset by having to pay for the previous nights expences, but now I am having to deal with my wife who is acting like a liger (Yes, that is liger. They are known for their strength and mystical powers.) who just had its young taken from it. Those poor people at the bank. I am sure they thought all the Roman and Greek gods had gotten together for the tempest of all times. You see, they don't know my wife like I do. I sat next to her in the managers office smiling, patting her leg and hoping Scotland Yard would not be coming to take her away. I had no money for bail. I had spent it on dinner the night before and well, Donna didn't have any money because she had been "stuck up". I am sure the person or persons were armed with like, bazookas.

The good news is this was fruad against the bank and Donna is covered. Now for some real news!
I have finally figured out how to have a beer in 30 pubs a day. I am her for 20 days so 600 pubs. That just will just about cover London.

Look at it this way. 30 pubs in an eight hour pubbing day. That is a pint every 16 minutes. after about six hours (+/-) you find yourself doing a lot of crawling between pubs. The streets of London are kept tidy, but are not all that clean, vomit, urine, etc. So, I have decided that if you only drink half a pint at each pub, not are you able to hit 30 pubs a day, but it is not as hard on your pocket book or the knees of your trousers! Cheers!!

When Donna Is Away at Work Dow Will Pub (a little)

Been Busy. Been Sick.

I have been busier than a cat covering up mess. There are so many pubs here I don't think I am going to be able to get to all of them in three weeks! But I will give it my best. I caught Donna's bug and was out of pubbing for a day. Hope I can get back into the grove tomorrow.

The Phantom of the Opera was fabulous. Dinner was great. Donna did have a couple of coughing attacks during the play. Had there been an empty seat I would have moved, but I was stuck.

Every one over here are so excited about Obama over here. Can you blame them We just had dinner at an Italian diner and our waiter (from Italy) is very excited about Obama and how the world feels about him.

Well on a sour note, the British Museum said no to my offer to volenteer. They obviously don't know who I am. They have not seen the last of me. They only want long term volunteers. Talk about picky.

My nose is running like a river and I have no tissues.

Still in London

Donna in her room

That is right I am still here in rainy, windy, cold London. I lied it was sunny ......for about an hour! This is starting to remind me of the Northwest.

We took the bus (#19) to Harrods where we purchased two lead crystal wine glasses for Donna's room. They are much nicer than the coffee cups to drink our Spanish Red Mesa Wine out of. You take take the #14 back and it will drop you off right in front of Donna's place.

Living large in London

Hello All,

Guess where I am now. You probably guessed it by the title. That's right, jolly ol' England!

I am over visiting Donna at her place of blogging. We are having a great time, but not what I would call wild and crazy. We have seen a movie, Slum Dog Millionaire, gone food shopping, listened to a guy in drag singing in a pub, had a beer in a pub, borrowed a bed and table, had bread, cheese and box wine for dinner, and have been having to sneak into Donna's room. Yep, more to come. By the way Donna may get deported for breaking so many rules! These Brit's should have known to do a complete FBI, CIA, NSA , TSA, and Interpol background check on her. They never checked with me! I chould have filled them in!

Donna is Skyping with Kate as I type. We are pretending we don't know each other when in the building that she lives in. We don't want any one to know we are a couple. Then they might check her room and find the bed and table. Oh, and the pillow.

I bought a brand new watch today.Four puonds 87 p.It is really cool. I will post a photo of it. Now Donna is telling Kate how we need to borrow some silverware.

Donna's TV is so cool! Every thing is doubled on the screen. When you watch soccer you have twice the number of players, but they are playing with two balls!! Double the excitement!!

Well, I better go. We are about to go up and sneek me into her room. Hope we don't get caught!!

Boston Layover

Yes, you all can thank me for keeping my postings short and to the point. I just read Donna's last posting. Good God! Is the woman writing a book!

Today I am in Boston. It is a lovely day outside. At this time it is 16 degrees, cloudy and to make it absolutely perfect the wind is blowing about 20 mph off the bay. I am about to go to Dunkin Donuts for my breakfast, a Boston Cream and a medium coffee. Some times I go out to the edge of living large and have cream with my coffee, but I feel like a black today!

Lucky for me my flight is running about 2 hours late, so that gives me time to get back over to Dunkin Donuts for lunch.

I sure hope all of you following my blog are finding it as exciting and interesting as I do! I now have a camera, so I hope to be posting some really cool photos. Later!!

My Oh My!!

Looks like Donna may start having as much fun as I am having. She now has a TV. I hear it sort of gets four stations. I get about a million, but only watch about four. Well I will be over checking up on her soon.

Adious

Things got just a little too crazy last night. I am in Boston. Last night I was up until midnight watching Oklahoma and Flordia State play for the college title and reading. Waaayyyy past my bed time. OK I know that is only 9pm Portland time but it seemed really late. Did I mention that I had a small bag of chips and a diet root beer while watching the game. I know what you're thinking,"This guy is out of control!!!"

There is no way my wife could be having this much fun in London. She dosen't even have a TV.

Well I better sign off. I feel the stationary bike calling my name!

Wow! The cats have been out playing. Just got back from Vancouver BC with my daughter. We got lost, stuck in the snow and ended up with really wet feet. The high point was the hot fudge shake on the way north and the hazelnut shake coming back south.

On our drive we saw 10 eagles, three deer, one dead barn owl (now missing a wing), a huge flock of trumpeter swans, and hawks to many to count. Hope all of you enjoyed watching TV this weekend.

We are giving some serious thought to playing scrabble later. Yes and we may have a cup of tea while we play. Later

Things are crazy around here!!

Yes things got wild around here last night after Donna left for London. Yea, we ate pizza and watched the Rose Bowl. OK now hold on to your head......later we played Scrabble. Madeline won and I was a very close second with her boy friend from Arkansas coming in a distant last. I think I was asleep by nine. Had to get up at four for work and get the boyfriend, Nate, to the airport.

Things are about to get wild again. You probably guessed it. We are about to take down the Christmas tree. Then who knows what! Maybe go out to Gustav's for dinner/happy hour. My fingers are starting to cramp up from all this typing. Gotta go.