It’s still hot in Oregon…sigh. It’s funny how you can tell who the transplants are around here just by commenting on the heat. New Therapist brought up the topic yesterday, and she immediately said, “Ugh, I hate it!” Spoken like a true Midwesterner! I brought up the topic with the massage therapist I saw this evening, and she immediately said, “Oh, I love it!” Spoken like a native Portlander! I’d be okay with temps no higher than 85. The lack of humidity is nice, but I’m pretty sure the sun is closer to the earth here. Hot is hot.
I discovered that on this day two years ago, I first set foot in Oregon for a whirlwind job interview and first date with Runnerboy. That’s so hard to believe! But here it is, Brewfest weekend again. How am I commemorating the event? By moving to a new apartment, of course! Moving just up the road is rather anticlimactic, but hopefully I’ll be done with smokers in my building and can finally buy some furniture. I’m trying to forget about the view from the west hills of Salem, where while home-hunting I nearly peed my pants with excitement over the hills! With big houses! And views of mountains! So many mountains! And wineries nearby! No one ever says they want to live in Salem, and by and large Salem is a dump. But if my hobbies and social life are going to be limited by my job anyway, what do I care that I’m isolated from civilized culture? MOUNTAINS. And at least West Salem isn’t all redneck like most of Oregon is.
Goodnight moon…and goodbye to my first apartment in Oregon. I sure will miss the forest view and the ability to walk around nekkid without anyone being able to see inside. (I mean really, who wants to sweat it out in clothes when it’s 90+ degrees outside, you live on the third floor with no air conditioning, and you can’t crack a window or screen door because of the human chimneys around you? Nekkid wins!)
The past few months have been a blur – a blurrier blur than usual. But here we are, cresting the summit of 2013, and I’m ready for a few opportunities to coast and feel the wind in my hair. I’m definitely ready for at least a refreshing breeze. A heat wave has descended upon Oregon, and this A/C-less chica is not enjoying the 90+ degree days. This heat wave (plus the 4th of July) also means that the rain is done until October, which would be fine if we hadn’t had such a dry winter. Things are already kind of crispy and brown. This doesn’t bode well for wildfire season.
Today seemed as good a day as any to wrestle the cat into his carrier and take him to the vet for his annual check-up. Someone was so anxious, he left sweat marks from his paw pads on the exam table. The little studmuffin got the vet’s seal of approval, though, and I got coated in (my own) sweat and (the cat’s) fur. I daresay I looked rather Italian with all that dark hair on my arms and chest!
New Therapist did a trial run of EMDR with me during our session last week. I now have to imagine my brain as a cat at the vet’s office: flattening itself against me and then the table, taking a death grip on whatever it can get its paws on, paw pads sweating, ears back, eyes wide, mouth dry, panting… It was interesting, this trial run. We discovered that I’m still not in control of my tendency to dissociate, but I’m getting better at stopping the dissociation before I get carried away. I have a month to work on it before we try again. Here’s hoping that it cools down soon, because the heat certainly doesn’t make me want to stay present in the moment.