Friday afternoon. Rain.
A good rope-like downpour today. The runoff from the balcony on the second floor has carved a pit into the soft soil. Oil is washed off the pavement. The city goes about its business.
In the evening, feeling in need of a suburban experience we drive out through the West Hills to Beaverton, to dine at the Outback Steakhouse next to the freeway.
On Oleson Road, the runoff from the downpour has climbed up onto the pavement. The parking lots of apartment complexes there are part of the creek for the time being.
Turns out that the airport set an all-time one-day record for rainfall that day.
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