Hood * Jefferson * Three Sisters
And Mt. Hood, all by its lonesome.
The most wonderful reasons for my return to Portland! Solveig’s little Luna had her third, and we sure hope final, open heart surgery, the Fontan. Our girl (now age five!) is a true heart warrior, having the strength to come home from the hospital a mere week after surgery. While she isn’t 100% and we need to be careful not to bump or jostle her, the strides she’s making are really quite remarkable. Her baby brother, Zoran, has grown by leaps and bounds since we last cuddled and bounced, with an adorable personality to match. I love them all so much!
Most of my time alone was spent sleeping and wandering the city for old haunts and memories. I am super happy to report that many remain. I was so afraid of a city so changed as to be unrecognizable. Though there are differences (good gracious SE 50th Avenue!) there was much more that sent my hear galloping with glee.
Brown Lumber was one of our beloved local spots to buy supplies for our million and one home improvement projects. They have super customer service, but I liked their sign best:
WATCH OUT FOR THE POST WHEN BACKING UP
Gets me every time…
At the zoo…
Southeast Portland gets its Bushwick on, fabulous mural style.
GUN not GONE
Never was, never will be.
Tofu makes my body wanna DIE, but I’m happy to see this old Portland business is still plugging along.
One of my favorite Portland peeps (Hi Susan!) with some of my favorite food:
the cocktel del pulpo at Tacqueria Nueve!
Southbound Number 75
I shall never tire of this view
Or this one!
More to come…