The summer heat is bearable in the northern California valley where I used to call home.The triple digit degrees are refreshing when you have an air conditioned house to come back to at the end of the day.
The summer heat in Oregon is miserable. (Definitely not what I thought it would be before I moved here) The stifling heat seems to cling wherever you go. There are no cool houses to come home to, there are no air conditioners in Oregon. (and all I want is an air conditioner)
The heat, like the tide, rises and falls. (oh, how I wish I could feel the cool ocean breezes.)
The heat will bear down with no relief in sight. Then the next week it will be gone, the perfect summer day. The ever changing weather always leaves us guessing.
Gone are the slacks and buttons of the winter months. Visiting for a limited time only are the casual summer khakis. Yes, even in the office. Say goodbye to casual Friday and hello to casual every day.
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We adopted Marm (as she is affectionately called) in June from the Willamette Humane Society in Salem, Oregon. For Carolyn’s 21st birthday Kanoe and I went out to dinner to celebrate with Carolyn. That evening we found ourselves at WHS, because playing with kittens is a great way to celebrate. (right?)
We met many cats and a few newly spayed kittens. Marm, along with a handful of other elderly cats, was separated from the rest in a special room for those cats that were exposed to “the kitty cold.” Meaning we had to meet everyone else before we could enter the room. The volunteers were happy to help introduce us to everyone there, giving insight on their personalities and preferences.
She was sleeping peacefully in the corner, one of her favorite past times. The volunteers said that she had been found abandoned on the street and an elderly couple had brought her to WHS. Her vibrant orange fur immediately caught our attention. I had always wanted an orange cat. Her fur was soft and she sleepily started purring as soon as she was petted on the head.
Her vibrant orange fur immediately caught my attention. (I had always wanted an orange cat) Her fur was soft and she sleepily started purring as soon as she was petted on the head.
Love at first sight.
One hour, two packets of paperwork, and a cardboard cat carrier later, we emerged from WHS with a new family member in arms. Now Marm sleeps peacefully on the couch or in her “cat cave” under my desk most days. She has spent her first 13 years of life on an adventure and I’m happy that we get to spend the next few years of our life with her.