07-08-09 pdx

I don't know if gets any better than today.

Woke up on Reed College Place, in the house we woke up in for four years. You can go home again, but it's really wierd: you won't remember where any of the light switches are.

Then I watched Stefan roll down the steep driveway on a skateboard, the whole time he wore a ski mask.

My mom called me and we talked on the phone for an hour, she gushed about David Cook, "He's talking about his dog!" she tells me. He was on the teevee twice today, he should be on tv twice everyday. In fact, he should just take over tv. He so wants to.

Then Camille, Stefan-still wearing the ski mask–and I hit the best Goodwill in the world, the one on Grand Ave. Stefan was hoping to find Pokemon cards, and indeed, found an entire collection of them. The partial reinforcement schedule dopamine hit he got from that find assures me that he is now a thrift store shopper for LIFE. Goodwill is my happy place, or one of them anyway, and today I was in there poking through the books while talking to Peter-in-Moscow-loopy-with-jet-lag. We discussed his length–of pants! Bought piles of books, cool clothes an old postcard of Crater Lake and Bauer bowl.

In Oregon cherries are such a bumper crop this year they are literally giving them away; they are glorious.

Peet's coffee for tea, Imelda's on Hawthorne for new boots. *swoon*

Then out to dinner with Peter's nephew Peter with his documentary-film-maker sweetheart. So how boring was it to discuss the creative process over pizza and wine? Yeah, right. 

Now back at 6225 RCP, wandering around the house, drinking wine, eating cherries, listening to crickets, incredible moon outside one of my favorite windows ever, looking for light switches.