Saturday, July 19, 2008

Return to America

Four sets of keys in my purse—Cousin Linda’s in Ballard, Grimstads’ in Tacoma, ours in Washington and Beirut. Um, I think this is Tuesday—where are we sleeping tonight?


It’s a dream, being in America, going from dear old friend to dear old friend, sandwiched in between various familiar, missed relatives. Seeing old haunts as strange yet comfortable. Petting the soft grass of lawns because it is, well, GREEN. Salmon and more salmon—YUM! Corn on the cob. King crab. Mt Rainier!! Soft and flushable TP. Blue eyes. Foxglove. Miracles of roads, including stop signs, crosswalks, demarcated lanes and compulsory seat belt use. (I saw more signage form airplan landing to I-5 than all year in Lebanon). Talking, talking, talking, hearing and sharing news. I hadn’t realized how many of our friends are teachers—so nice as most are off for the summer and we can visit in the day time.

On to LA—la-la land. Went chanting with friend Leslie. Spotted these assorted bits of wonderment and signage:





  • Bakeries for dogs


  • Create a New Credit File Legally


  • Free HIV testing here


  • Billboard announcing McDonald’s new Angus Chipotle BBQ Bacon Burger


  • Eternal Valley Memorial Park and Motorway (highway to Heaven, presumably)


  • TVs in grocery stores showing commercials and quick fix meal ideas, and disembodied voices at street corners counting down second available in which to cross the street.


  • Pink’s hotdogs, where last time Cam got something that was essentially four hotdogs in a tortilla



And, in the cutting right to the chase department:





  • Buzz Coffee


  • Fatburgers


    Loved ones!

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