Sundays the bar is set really low.

I can’t believe I took my mom to a restaurant that was a runner-up for Willamette Week’s restaurant of the year. I also can’t believe how much they like Thai restaurants with questionable service. Fortunately it didn’t mean that the place was crowded and annoying like Pok Pok. The food at Red Onion is tasty and we’ve always been able to get a seat, and I guess their service is more relaxed than I’m expecting. It’s certainly better than most brewpubs I’ve been to in town. I also found out that it certainly doesn’t take a lot of spice to get my sweat glands in overdrive. My broken down old body is finding more and more ways to embarrass me.

It was Sunday, a day where I usually cross off one item on my to-do list, but I did a few today. I moved around some more furniture, a chest of drawers and the old bed I used to sleep in before I started using my dad’s old bed. The old bed is a twin, and is now at the end of my office. My office needs a bed because we figure we’ll have guests coming from Japan next summer and if I don’t start moving things around now, I’ll never get around to it. I also started looking at the closet that needs finishing upstairs (the last big thing that needs to be done), tearing out some old trim and putting in some magnetic latches to hold on an attic access hatch. There’s no end to things I really need to finish, or projects in this house. Too bad I move so slowly on those.