Yes, whee-eeee-eeee! Somehow we did it.
Somehow in the matter of about 12 weeks, we bought a
and, oh by the way, our first grandson arrived on the scene.
Somewhere in there, I also up and retired, bidding a fond farewell to a 37-year career in marketing and public relations. At least I think I did. Otherwise, we have a somewhat awkward situation in that I'm sitting here in The Beav, working on my 7th cup of coffee, while a sad community college cubicle sits empty somewhere in Bermtopia.
Needless to say His Royal Highness The Grandson trumps all.
|My name means "bright, insightful and wise" in Japanese. Got it?|
Disclaimer: I did not push Kei down the steepest hill in Everett, Wash., to achieve the "action photo" above. I accidentally clicked the shutter as I was putting away my cell phone after taking my 804th photo of the little peanut.
We are gradually settling into life in Portland. After three weeks of sitting on the living room floor, we have a sofa and chair. We have a kitchen table and chairs. We have a new washer and dryer that serenade us each time a load is done. Still getting used to that one.
And I have a dedicated writing desk. "Bermtopia" now resumes.
Folks have asked me about this -- how can I write about Bermtopia since we don't physically live there any more? But, of course, I can: In its essence, Bermtopia is a state of mind. There are still seasons, dogs, kitchens and gardens (wait till you see what I have to contend with out back!) to navigate here in Portland -- along with The Beav (a little corner of suburbia that My Date and I are vaguely surprised to be enjoying), homeowner associations, the aforementioned musical home appliances and The Mom Unit, who now lives about 6 minutes away instead of 6 hours. And so much more.
So, yes, we're back. And ready to rock and roll. With Bermtopia: The Portland Edition.
|I have my very own creek. |
And I am happy to report there are squirrels in Portland.