Sorry to my friends in Oklahoma. I feel like I’m cheating on you. I’ve escaped your oppressive heat for a while. While you’re roasting day after day in the 100+ degree furnace, I’m enjoying some cool Oregon weather.
I’m spending some time with my parents. I haven’t seen them in a couple of years. My dad turns 90 this year. My mom 85. Today I drove them (and brother-in-law Denny) to the beautiful Oregon coast. We also made a stop at the Tillamook Cheese Factory, where we sampled the cheeses and ice creams made there. Tough assignment.
High of 70 degrees. Stiff ocean breeze. A scoop of Utterly Chocolate ice cream. I’m certainly not in Oklahoma. Either that, or I’m dreaming. If I am, don’t wake me up. At least not until Fall when the temperature drops below broil and the Sooners are well on their way to a BCS championship. Sorry Ducks. I like Oregon, but not that much.
I’m really milking it.