So I’m in Portland for the week, seeing my son and daughter-in-law (though we did make a dash up to Seattle yesterday to see Libby’s sister and brother-in-law and their two boys). #1 Son stayed home in Kansas City with the dogs, and he sends periodic text messages telling us the pups are doing fine.
The Pacific Northwest seems like a wonderful place to live, with lots of culture and diversity and vibrancy and running paths. My son and I grabbed a nice 10K run on Sunday morning before breakfast. We ran along the Willamette (rhymes with dammit) River, crossed one of the oldest raising bridges in the country, ran back along the river, and then crossed it once again. It turned out to be a Nike Preferred Route, so that gave me some magic pixie dust or something when I plugged in my watch to upload the run.
The weather vane you see above is atop the house next to my son’s (lovely and spacious) apartment. You can see it when you relax on his shady and flower-bestrewn porch over the street. This weather vane, which I’m saying is supposed to depict a rooster but you can say is whatever it seems to you, is quite large. It’s certainly bigger than your average seventy-five pound Border Collie. The house itself is a Victorian, painted colorfully, and quite adorable.
We’re here for the week, and there is plenty of exploring we’ve yet to do, but we’re going to hit some old favorites too: the Chinese Garden, the Japanese Garden, the art museum. More anon.