The Green Door

The Green Door

Suppose you should be walking down Broadway after dinner, with ten minutes allotted to the consummation of your cigar while you are choosing between a diverting tragedy and something serious in the way of vaudeville. Suddenly a hand is laid upon your arm. You turn to look into the thrilling eyes of a beautiful woman, wonderful in diamonds and Russian sables. She thrusts hurriedly into your hand an extremely hot buttered roll, flashes out a tiny pair of scissors, snips off the second button of your overcoat, meaningly ejaculates the one word, "parallelogram!" and swiftly flies down a cross street, looking back fearfully over her shoulder.

That would be pure adventure. Would you accept it? Not you. You would flush with embarrassment; you would sheepishly drop the roll and continue down Broadway, fumbling feebly for the missing button. This you would do unless you are one of the blessed few in whom the pure spirit of adventure is not dead.

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I drove today to downtown Portland to check out the neighborhood of an apartment I want to rent. It's the second floor of an old town deli in the Lair Hill District. The building is old for sure but the apartment has been remodeled and seems to be really quaint. The door of the apartment (above) reminded me of the Story "The Green Door" which I first read with an old boyfriend from the O Henry Short Story Series. It talks of finding love and purpose by fate and adventure behind a green door. The link above leads to the full text. Be adventurous and read it!

This apartment is in an older neighborhood of tall trees and front porched houses. I think it's got the character Elle and I need and will be a really pleasant place to live.

Cole has been calling me from his manly camping adventure in the Olympic National Forrest. Last night he had fire/tide duty and determined the water was getting too close so they had to seek out a new campsite. The first day they came across a dead beached whale, and Cullen touched it. He then came menacingly near Cole, prompting Cole to yell out "You keep your gross whale finger away from me." He's having lots of fun despite his ill attempts at fire starting, and predicting the movements of the water.

I haven't been camping all summer and am now counting down the days I have left with dismay. The shelter called to confirm my work schedule, I have mandatory orientation for school next week, and I can feel the encroachment on my weak vacation. If this apartment works out tomorrow I think I'll make some fun plans to celebrate.