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darkemeraldsI love this day! It's 4:45 p.m. and I'm looking out the window of the World's Tallest Basement and it's still light out there! A little bit! There's hope for spring again.
Somehow that always feels amazing, every single year.
It's been sunny all day. I rode my bike to my dentist this morning (he has a bike-rack!), and thence to work. This journey took me on routes I'd not ridden before, through cool old neighborhoods and past one of the city's most spectacular parks (Laurelhurst, for those keeping score).
I saw some great examples of mid-century modern house architecture that I'd forgotten Portland has--long, low, windowy places made of skinny bricks and perched on hillsides (I like that style)--and experienced the pinnacle of Portland bike-riding, through the funky and nearly carless streets of Southeast.
On my way to work after dentistry, I stopped at a café that had, in addition to coffee, WiFi, and enormous windows, a bike corral where two on-street car parking spaces used to be. There were at least ten bikes in it, and the joint was jumpin'. It was so nice out that people were sitting at the sidewalk tables. I felt very Euro.
All of this went a long way toward making the my dentist's verdict more tolerable. Next week, I'll find out what it's like to ride my bike to a root canal.
Somehow that always feels amazing, every single year.
It's been sunny all day. I rode my bike to my dentist this morning (he has a bike-rack!), and thence to work. This journey took me on routes I'd not ridden before, through cool old neighborhoods and past one of the city's most spectacular parks (Laurelhurst, for those keeping score).
I saw some great examples of mid-century modern house architecture that I'd forgotten Portland has--long, low, windowy places made of skinny bricks and perched on hillsides (I like that style)--and experienced the pinnacle of Portland bike-riding, through the funky and nearly carless streets of Southeast.
On my way to work after dentistry, I stopped at a café that had, in addition to coffee, WiFi, and enormous windows, a bike corral where two on-street car parking spaces used to be. There were at least ten bikes in it, and the joint was jumpin'. It was so nice out that people were sitting at the sidewalk tables. I felt very Euro.
All of this went a long way toward making the my dentist's verdict more tolerable. Next week, I'll find out what it's like to ride my bike to a root canal.