So yesterday I walked over to Fred Meyer to get some stuff for dinner and to buy Will another book of transit tickets (with me driving in and paying for parking once a week it is a lot cheaper to just buy the books of passes than it is to buy him a semester transit pass from PSU).  When I got to the front of the line for the transit tickets the clerk at the counter told me that Fred Meyer had just stopped carrying the ticket booklets Monday.  And to that I say: W. T. F.

And here is where I’d put in a nifty graphic of my tweet about it but I do not know how to make those yet so you’ll just have to use your imagination.

The clerk at the customer service counter told met that the closest place to buy them is the information booth at Pioneer Square.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with such terminology, Pioneer Square is smack in the middle (well not smack in the middle but it’ll do for the purposes of this afternoon’s post) of downtown Portland.  In other words: in the middle of Inconvenienceville if I hadn’t needed to pick up some books from the library.

I had been planning on going to the library on Friday to pick up my books but Will only had one pass left in his current book and, let’s face it, I have started to lust over excuses to get out of the house so I agreed to come downtown today and pick up a booklet for him and then meet up with him after his last class to give them to him so that he would be able to get home without having to find cash somewhere.

I came in at noonish.  I went to the library and picked up my books and then grabbed some lunch (McDonalds, aka Not A Good Idea Bleccch.)  I got a couple of things notarized and had a very interesting conversation with our US Bank Personal Banker that lasted for an hour (a good hour, not a bad hour) and now, here I am.  I’m sitting in the basement of the engineering building at PSU waiting for Will to be done with his midterm.

Wasn’t that  a long winded and terribly long winded way to tell you that I get to spend time downtown TWICE this week?

I think there is definitely something to my “I think better when I’m out and about” theory.  Because here I am, sitting in a visually boring room with no ambient noise (yay for Rhapsody and headphones) and very few people to watch and my thoughts are still flowing easier than they do when I’m at home.  This, I think, is a sign.  I’m not sure what it is a sign of, but it is definitely a sign.

So.  I’ve hinted at having a couple of ideas and not knowing whether I want to commit to them or not and not wanting to tell you about them until I know for sure.  I’m pretty sure that I’ve decided to do them.

And if I told you all about them now you wouldn’t have a reason to come back tomorrow now would you?