Lake Oswego

I feel like I’ve been homeless for the last couple of months.   I’m not living on the street or anything, but I’m between homes and therefore living in a temporary apartment.   It’s very strange having a landlord.   I hadn’t had one in a long time.   I bought my first house in 1992.   I did spend a year in an apartment in 1995/96, but for the last 14 years I’ve owned something.  I think the biggest problem I have with my current situation is the fact that the apartment I live in now came fully furnished.  This means that I have very few of my own things.   I feel like I’m living in someone else’s house, which of course, I am. 

The city where I currently reside is called Lake Oswego.  I find that I hate it there.    Lake Oswego is a very uppity bedroom community just outside of Portland.   It’s the kind of place where stay at home Moms get laws passed.  It’s illegal to shoot an Air Soft gun within the city limits.   

I took a walk through Lake Oswego (the city) yesterday and went down to Lake Oswego (the lake).    Unfortunately Lake Oswego (the lake) is currently Lake Oswego (the mud flat).   Oswego Lake had to be drained in order to repair the sewer.   The sewer, you ask?   Yes, the sewer.   The city’s sewer runs right under the center of the lake.  It’s kind of fun looking at all of these houses, restaurants, sailing club, and parks all right next to this mud puddle with a big pipe running through the center of it.  I actually walked down along the side of the lake looking out over mud and it made me kind of happy.  I walked through the nice park area, past the “No Skateboarding” signs, and sat on a park bench overlooking the mess of Oswego Lake.    The place will be beautiful again in a few months.    I will be long gone by then.