This is living
23/4/11 12:31![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darkemeraldsSunshine at last. A text message from my sis (whose messages come in under the tone of Bart Simpson snickering) roused me from the Saturday sleep-in, and invited me to go shopping.
Off we went on our bikes in the sunshine (me with mad sleep hair), to Fred Meyer, where we loaded socks and clothes and bath products and toilet paper and and batteries and gardening accouterments into our bike baskets, then pedaled off to Peet's Coffee on the corner of 15th & Broadway.
Portland was out in force. That's my sis in the orange. That's her yellow bike, with the TP. You can see Eleanor O's high handlebars and basket behind it, and the teeny-weeny kids' bikes locked up on the corner. Little helmeted darlings emerged from the coffee shop with their dad a moment later and rode off.
There is no earthly reason for me to be indoors on a day like this, and I'm going to remedy that situation in a just a minute.
Off we went on our bikes in the sunshine (me with mad sleep hair), to Fred Meyer, where we loaded socks and clothes and bath products and toilet paper and and batteries and gardening accouterments into our bike baskets, then pedaled off to Peet's Coffee on the corner of 15th & Broadway.
Portland was out in force. That's my sis in the orange. That's her yellow bike, with the TP. You can see Eleanor O's high handlebars and basket behind it, and the teeny-weeny kids' bikes locked up on the corner. Little helmeted darlings emerged from the coffee shop with their dad a moment later and rode off.
There is no earthly reason for me to be indoors on a day like this, and I'm going to remedy that situation in a just a minute.