Amaya and I are in Oregon for a few days. I justified it by telling myself that I needed some help watching Amaya while Jake was at the NCECA conference in Pittsburgh. I kind of wanted to go to Pittsburgh, actually, but Jake convinced me that it would be very boring for me.
Anyway, I'm in Oregon, and I thought I should point out one thing that I always seem to notice when I'm here.
My face is very hairy.
Really. That's exactly what I conclude during the beginning of every trip to Oregon. My place in Hawaii has no good lighting around mirrors, and here we have very good lighting and a LOT of mirrors. I can't help noticing it. And then I go about trying to correct it.
I'll spare you the details, but it is disconcerting. I always think, Man, do people look at me and think, "there's that girl with all that face hair"?
I also wonder what kind of friends are letting me walk around, looking like this. I mean, it opens up other doors. Do I smell bad? Walk funny? Have a grating voice? Cook poorly? Have bad breath? Stuff in my teeth? What other things are people politely putting up with and then saying behind closed doors, "Geez! Can you BELIEVE that? Doesn't she realize?"
Well, yes. I guess I'm realizing. At least today, while I'm in Oregon.