In the morning Neeps and I went down to Portland to get breakfast with some old friends, during which time we caught up on one another's lives, talked about our challenges as writers (and humans) in our mid-thirties, and provided insight, advice, and encouragement all around. I came away from that date full of love and appreciation for the amazing people I've somehow gathered along the way. Which is an excellent frame of mind to be in, I must say.
We (including Nathan) headed back across the river in the afternoon, for a Birthday Party where I couldn't help but feel Portland As Frick, what with my baby-wearing, cloth-diapering, baby-led-weaning ways. Truly, I am a neo-hippie product of my time.
|Lumberjack hat and cords? Yeah that's a PNW baby FO SHO. (neat wrapping still a work in progress)|
|Kitchen Hammock is brilliant. BRILLIANT.|
|Nathan also knows how to Party. In a hammock. Like a friggin' CHAMPION.|
|Shenanigans. (I think that camera's been drinking...)|