Author Archives: Pamela Rentz

This is my office building.

It looks so fancy from the outside. Like there must be amazing things going on inside.

And the curved part in the middle — those offices must be really cool.

Nope. It’s an office building. From the inside the curved part just seems like a window.

Sorry to disappoint.

Back when Mom was here, there was a fire in this building. They had some of the people on the news and it was so sad – people who lost everything and didn’t know where to go.

When I was waiting for the bus, people were talking about it and swapping stories. My office faces away so I didn’t even know it happened.

I was at the health clinic last week and saw the wreckage.

For some reason have to do with a route downtown switching to articulated buses, my bus stops changed.

My morning bus now stops right in front of the second largest hammered copper statue in the United States. See if you can guess what the biggest one is.

I love this statue. You can see a partial view of it from our office, too.

One morning I noticed that there is a model of the statue in the window across the street. Portlandia facing Portlandia.

What do you think it means?

I took a picture of the reflection of Portlandia in the window of the mini-Portlandia. It didn’t quite work but it’s there.

If you have sharp eyes you can spot all three of my beautiful destroyers. I’ll post some photos tomorrow. I wasn’t enabling the motion controlled sprinkler every night and they seem to show up on the one night I’m too lazy to set it up.

A couple of weeks ago I listened to a podcast about dreaming and remembering your dreams.

When I was younger I was really into this and wrote down all my dreams and read books about dream analysis.

I stopped doing it a long time ago and I hardly remember my dreams anymore.

But the podcast inspired me so I prompted myself as I was going to bed: I will remember my dreams.

I remembered 3 out of 4 nights and they were all bad dreams! In one, I lived at the house I grew up in and there were random strangers, a car, a dog, and goth girls in the pool. Another night was a post-apocalyptic thing where I was living with some random strangers and wishing I had friends. In the third, some dead-eyed sketchy people drove up on the lawn and said we owed them money.

That’s enough dream remembering for me.

This isn’t our cat. This is Oakie. He lives with Mom and he was very happy when she returned home after her visit up here.

I discovered evidence of a mouse in a lower cupboard in the kitchen.

Almost everything in there is in a plastic tub. *Almost* everything. I don’t know how long it’s been going on. In the past couple of months we’ve trapped quite a few in the shop and a couple in the basement.

This is only the second time I’ve ever found evidence of one inside the house.

I put the trap in there for a couple of nights but nothing showed up so I thoroughly scrubbed everything and packaged it all up. Maybe he moved.

It wasn’t really that dramatic.

Law Clerk and I were eating lunch and we heard a strange noise that increased and became identifiable as dripping.

We searched the adjacent room and found water coming from the ceiling. We quickly moved furniture around and found something to catch the water.

There is an online work ticket system that we use to request maintenance but this seemed more urgent so I called the front security desk and Krystal got on the Bat Phone and almost immediately the Maintenance Crew was in our suite with a ladder and wrenches and were able to stop the leak.

Turns out, our suite has its own water heater for our little kitchen and it was in the ceiling. This was all new information for us. The building doesn’t allow ceiling units any longer due to situations just like this. Luckily it didn’t happen on a weekend.

Now we have a new heater and new ceiling tiles.