It’s July. It’s Saturday. It’s actually a significant Saturday, though all told I treated it as quite normal.

In the morning, after I left the house and parked my car, I walked by the sign that read, “Portland’s Museum of Modern Art” on a 2 story clap board building, across from Cherry Sprout Produce. I felt like I was walking into an episode of Portlandia. [Note, Sunday, Jun 21: I just checked my bank account, and the charge came through, not as Sweedee’s, rather Cafe Portlandia.]

We had an incident of sauerkraut tasting salsa, but besides that we weren’t Portlandia.

Later, we got our hairs cut.

Levi and I finished the day washing the windows in the car – after a much-needed nap.

And, now, we wait for Daddy.