… Thank God I live in Portland. I have these moments when it hits me how lucky I am to be here. Now that spring is springing it hits me all the time. I drive up my street and it is so beautiful with flowering trees and flowering flowers that I arrive amazed in my own driveway.
On Saturday my husband and I went for a hike in Forest Park. It was so easy — ten minutes in the car and two hours in the forest. Last night we decided to go for a walk somewhere we’d never been. Five minutes from our house, we were on Terwilliger (of Simpsons fame), then on a short trail in another forest, discovering a new neighborhood with fantastic views of Mount Hood and the Willamette River.
Tonight we are going to BodyVox for the opening of “Smoke Soup.” BodyVox consistently blows me away with humor and creativity in modern dance. I will forever be grateful to them for turning my son (then in high school) onto modern dance. I get the same hit of amazement from Portland when I sit in the audience at Portland Center Stage, Artists Repertory, White Bird Dance or the Oregon Symphony — all of which I’ve been lucky enough to experience in the past couple of months.
Finally, my husband and I have this game we play a lot. It’s called “Let’s count how many cars it takes ’til they let us in.” This is usually played when we imagine we are going to be stuck trying to merge with traffic. The magic answer is usually one or two and every time we turn to each other and say, “Thank God we live in Portland!”