I can't remember where to put oil in my car; I think I might have poured a little in the place for the transmission fluid or something, before I had a bad feeling and stopped pouring it. Hopefully the car doesn't explode. I used to put oil in it all the time, especially since it burns oil; I don't know how I forgot where to put it. I'm too embarrassed to ask someone. Maybe the internet knows.

Yesterday we found the most magical park in Sellwood, in fact I think it was called Sellwood Park, and for some reason we'd never seen it before. The fir trees were even taller than in Kenilworth Park and there were fairy tale buildings covered in moss, and paths along a cliff with a view of the river and downtown and the West Hills.

We haven't been doing anything super exciting other than eating good food and exploring, and selling a lot of my old books.

I've been looking for a job but one of my friends says he can get me a job as a caregiver at a residence for disabled people -- he says it's a "done deal" that I have the job, but I don't actually know for sure yet. It pays pretty well, I guess.

If that happens then I suppose I will look into how to make my living situation more permanent -- Donna's room is too small for both of us, I think, but I'm sure I can figure something out.

Yesterday I parked my car near Hawthorne when we were eating breakfast at the Cup and Saucer, and when we came back someone had slipped a business card in my door. It said "Swedish Volvo Massage". On the back someone had handwritten, "I have all the missing parts for you car, and cheap." It sounded a bit like a threat or a ransom note. I looked at the car and said, "What missing parts?!? It's not like the grille is held on with mailing tape and a bunjee cord..." (it is.)