Coos Bay is not without it's Beauty. There are these photos and so many more that I have taken down here of the natural beauty that is Coos Bay. But this area is not for us.
We came here with certain ideals of how we wanted to fit into the world. We wanted to move to the Rogue. Here in Coos Bay we were between our peoples worlds. The Umpqua and Alsea to the North, the Tututni to the South. We were also coming to help Shusli's daughter, Rachel, and now we are taking her North to Portland with us. How our ideas have changed.
We've met some wonderful people here, as well, and you will be seeing more photos of them as time goes on and I actually sit through all of the pictures I took.
PORTLAND
Portland, even the civlilzed city parts, has a beauty that Shusli and I will be enjoying again here soon.
Not only will these three wonderful folks be there (Eli, Rachel, and Shusli), but Felicia will be, too (not pictured, but look forward to many more in the future).
There is wonderful food in Portland. Come, eat with us!
Great places to buy books as well as natural beauty within the boundaries of downtown Portland. It is so amazing in the fall.
Great places with quirkiness and great deserts (Pix Patisserie on Williams).
I Love the quirkiness of this city. The creativity. The Beauty.
3mm OF HELL
Since we moved here, things were not as we imagined they would be.
One of the things we looked forward to was less noise. On Terry St., we had busses, Harley's, compression engine cars, loud pedestrians (not so bad, really), making all sorts of noise all day long. Sometimes, Shusli and I would not even be able to hear each other talk at six feet apart.
Our first house in Coos Bay that we thought would be quiet was plagued by a neighbor dog that barked night and day. This poor dog was severely neglected and depressed. They had not interest in training the dog, but just having it for "protection." Shusli had many discussions with the dog owner next door to NO avail. She was working nocs and had to sleep during the day. Not only did we have barky dog, we had asshole neighbor.
Then, just across the street, we had "The Screamer." The woman would scream at her children all day long. When I say scream...I MEAN SCREAM!
As well, Shusli has been sick quite a bit of the time. It is not unusual for nurses to be sick as they work around sick people, but it has been more frequent than when we lived in Portland.
Shusli is also sensitive to mold. Our Coos Bay house also had mold. So...Let's move to the country.
We chose a nice little trailer park north of Hauser. Since we are across from the dunes, every sunny day we get SCREAMING ATV's! Plus there is some mysterious toxic smell in our bedroom which prompted us to move our bed into the office. Even though Shusli is more sensitive to it than I, there have been times, especially as we move stuff around, that the smell has actually burned my nose.
Must be signs. Shusli, sicker than usual, the noise level not quite as bad as Terry St., but aggrivating none the less. Mostly cloudy weather. More jacked up trucks with men in baseball caps per acre than any place else in the nation (assumed). Hardly a damned thing to do on any given day.
But wait, there's more.
When I first moved here, a month after Shusli, I started my CNA class. During the first week of class, I experienced one of the worst pains I ever had in my life. Since I had never been constipated, I assumed it was constipation. With pain so bad I could barely hold my head up, I finally believed that it was something else.I drove myself to the emergency room where my urine was as dark as weak coffee. I found out I had a kidney stone.
Shusli tells me she has friends that are mothers and have had kidney stones. They say the kidney stone pain is worse. I would not really know, but I guarantee, IT HURTS!
My body did battle with this thing SIX times. Three times in the hospital emergency room. This last time, Sunday, was the worst pain. For six or seven hours I went through 10 pain on the pain scale of 1-10. It was the worst of the six bouts.
I received a shot of morphine, my second time ever. The first time I felt like I was being shoved through a knot hole for two minutes before the pain stopped. This time, it was about a minute of my bones burning until finally ashen about a minute later, then no pain. No glorious feelings of euphoria that I always assumed came with this narcotic, just no pain.
It's almost out, they told me.
Friday was my last day at work, and I'll talk about that another time. Shusli and I talked about how that thing still hadn't come out 5 days later. I laughed and made a wish that it would come out before I started work. (I was actually starting to worry that the sucker would stay in there a while longer and another bout would occur). This morning I felt a burning sensation I was told would happen when it goes through the urethra, and "PLOP," right into the screen it was. 3mm of hell. Hard to believe such a tiny thing could cause such severe pain.
Odd, that almost the whole time I was down here, this little beasty was in my body, now that we are leaving, so has my stone.
BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!
When I first got down here, I put my passport in a place where I feared I would forget it, but figured I would remember. What do you know...I DIDN'T REMEMBER! I Lost my passport. I figured with the move from Coos Bay to North Bend I would have found it, but didn't. I figured that if I didn't find it this move, I'd put in for a lost passport and go through the motions and fees again.
Today, I was packing up my clothes. I felt something in the pocket of one of my wool coats which I haven't worn yet this season. Whaddya know, there's my passport and a mysterious ziploc bag of tobacco. I don't remember, even after this finding, putting that thing in that coat pocket. I cannot fathom what made me think that was a good idea to begin with.
So, I lost my passport when I first got here, and have now found it now that we are leaving.
I don't know. What do you all think? Signs of leaving? Good Signs?
Shusli and I both feel that even though we didn't do what we came here to do, we did what we needed to and maybe the reasons we came here were to make sure we did. Now that we have accomplished our mission, it is time to leave. The mission we have accomplished was not the one we came here to do.
"Rarely do things turn out the way we expect them to, but they always turn out."
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