We joined the parade on Saturday afternoon in downtown Portland. The chickens and the turkey, the SpongeBob and Pokemon characters, the giraffes and cows and unicorns, the T-rexes and, of course, the frogs. All 40 or 50,000 of us with our homemade signs, with our bubble machines, drums, cowbells, streaming for miles, a crowd so dense we were able to fill two bridges cross the Willamette River and returning at the same time. Even if the front page of the New York Times continues to downplay these mass protest events
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City Days, City Scenes
I really feel (finally) like I live in a city this past week. This in spite of just coming in from digging out spreading day …
What Constitutes a Good Day…
Today I made a conscious effort to change some of how I do things rather than fixate on what I do and be all crabby about not doing enough, being disciplined, etc. (my usual state). I tried to focus my morning journal pages …
More Boxes, Bins, and Piles
I think it’s hitting me tonight—after a spate of days spent socializing and the Arctic air and sun along with the piles steadily growing, day after day, on the edges of the rooms on the first floor of the house—here we go again! I am so longing to be settled, to be home…




