Sandlot

"We all lived in the neighborhood for a couple of more years-mostly through junior high school-and every summer was great. But none of them ever came close to that first one. When one guy would move away, we never replaced him on the team with anyone else. We just kept the game going like he was still there." -smalls

Sometimes, I guess there just aren't enough rocks.

Yumm. Sundays are for eating, and we have a saying in the South that seems appropriate here - "man, was that some good eatin'."

Wade and I left the house just as the rain stopped for a delicious brunch at oh-so-cutesy Juniors. (we sat outside in the cold mist thus drank waay too many cups of coffee). Their oatmeal is to die for. They claim to soak the oats for hours (or maybe even days?) and serve the bowl with side cups of raisins, brown sugar, and maple syrup so you can make it to perfection. Wade had the greek omlette. Too much garlic for breakfast is always a good thing.



Then Hannah and I were treated to a celebratory dinner at Laurelhurst Market (she got a raise! thanks Lowens!) where we had close to one of everything on the menu. Highlights: trying Steak TarTar for the first time, the red peppers stuffed with halibut, the yummy gin drinks, and sopping up the leftover mussel juice with their delicious thick sourdough.

To rest our stomachs and minds, we went home and settled down with Trevor for a early fall viewing of Forrest Gump. It was right on time - but of course, when is it not.

An index of Forrest wisdom:

1. JFK: Congratulations, how do you feel? Forrest Gump: I gotta pee.
2. When I got tired, I slept. When I got hungry, I ate. When I had to go, you know, I went.
3. I'm sorry I had to fight in the middle of your Black Panther party.
4. My Mama always said you've got to put the past behind you before you can move on.
5. My momma always said you can tell a lot about a person by their shoes, where the go, where they've been. I've worn lots of shoes, I bet if I think about it real hard I can remember my first pair of shoes.
6. Sometimes, I guess there just aren't enough rocks.

everyday necklace

phew, turns out i need to find some blogging discipline. i think its connected to the fact i've not yet given out the address. except to you, ms sarah moffett (heeey girl). so i have been wearing this necklace most every day now for 4 months and its worth noting somewhere. it goes with everything and looked great with sun-kissed skin.

the girl seems rad, and re-visiting the site not only makes me want to flip the light on and bead all night, but to work hard tomorrow so i can buy all of her stuff. sigh. contradiction. guess i'll sleep. check out her stuff!

our hearts are wicked jacked

So instead of blaming the loss of my blogging momentum to the *sigh* death of my camera, I want to post a few pictures of these indelibe summer moments that signify both a closing and a opening of old and new eras, chapters, all of it. It took about 2 months to close, but in those two months we kept our eye on the prize: celebration.

The original idea of this blog was to personalize and immortalize each of these nights that keep blowing my mind and making my heart explode. So much music, dancing, wonder, stories, unique and oh-so-special characters that make up our little crew.

Here is Matt Ferris-Smith featured on our long walks to and from the Gorge Ampitheatre during Sasquatch. In my high-spirited bloody mary manor, I took roughly 7 shots of his t-shirt. I just love it. Never was a drink not in our hands, and the fact I've waited so long to write the stories means they might never be told. The jist: we filled the music gaps making rules of sasquatch. Here's what I remember:

1. Sasquatch or no-quatch
2. When it doubt, try it out
3. No sodas in the bathroom
4. Always dance in the champagne line
5. Anyone remember # 5?


This picture, featuring Alex Berke, Clare, and the infamous french visitor, Thibaut, was taken during our first venture away from my 24th front yard birthday picnic. We talked the whole day about things we could do, if we left the front yard. Instead, the champagne kept flowing and we could only decide on a walk to the store for popsicles and other less innocent things. Everyone was in pure celebratory and sun dress mode. Roses abundant.

I wish we had captured more of this on camera. I feel like this picture of Wade, Thibaut, and I, taken on the way back from the Metolius River, is indicative of the very little sleep that we actually got this summer. Whenever it happened, it was friend-heaped, snuggle-laden, hot, more snuggly, and brief. With a total of over 20 visitors within a 2 month span, you can imagine the creative arrangements and sparsity. Sleep? That's what winter is for.

In love.

new room!

Check out this yellow that now showers the walls of my new room in joy. The color is golden glistan, and the shade turned out as true to its name. I wanted a bright yellow, but not so much stop light yellow as golden fall leaves yellow, 'cause around here, after those fall, it becomes dark and rainy - Just in time for a golden glistan party on Glisan Street. Pictured are some sweaty & tired (yet adorable) movers and painters.





I find myself late night, editing this post and thinking that Dr. Seuss has something to say about it. Here it is:

"Green Days.
Deep deep in the sea.
Cool and quiet fish. That's me.

On Purple Days
I'm sad. I groan.
I drag my tail.
I walk alone.

But when my days
are Happy Pink
it's great to jump
and not just think."

-Dr. Seuss in My Many Colored Days


Can't stop with just one Dr Seuss quote of the night (or decade, rather, since I've last read this wisdom) Here is another good one:

If you never did, you should. These things are fun, and fun is good.

-Dr. Seuss

the king

So when mom was in town, I pulled the sweet eyes at the grocery store check-out line and she said yes to buying me the Michael Jackson Commemorative Rolling Stone. Score! I read some of it the other day, and this line stuck with me:

"he was not a guy who nobody thought nothing about"

Anyways, I feel like its been long enough since the fateful day to give homage to the greatest pop icon of mine, yours, our time.

And, check out the booming website created by Hannah, out of love, within 10 minutes of his death.

www.ismichaeljacksonstillalive.com

summertime meltdown

Midst birthday celebrations, visitors galore, and a mostly unemployed (and too much fun) social circle, Portland is experiencing a *record breaking * heatwave these past few days. You can hear the chatter in the stores and feel the sweat radiating from bikers and children in the streets. it's hot.

Here are a few of my favorite summer images that just scream heat and the perpetual search to be close to water

mmm the freshest of fresh berries from the Wednesday morning farmers markets in the SW Park Blocks. Mom and I picked up a few for our ride to Hood River later that afternoon.

Crew celebrating Eleanor's 24th birthday at Ecola State Park. Check out Mayme lookin' fine in white, Elea perched on her soccer ball, and of course the snack crew around the cooler.