Leaving Portland

As we wind things down and get ready to leave Portland after over a month here, we feel sad – there’s no other way to put it.

We’ve enjoyed many, many great meals at prices LA restaurants charge for mediocrity.

We’ve (mostly me) enjoyed quite a few (91) samples of very good beer.

Until she broke her shoulder, Maxine took our dog Cassie for daily walks in our beautiful, tree-lined neighborhood.

We shopped for groceries.

We shared meals with both family and friends.

We got rained on, but we also sat out in the sun.

We explored the area and enjoyed the scenery.

We looked at houses we could afford to buy.

And, we looked at fireworks in the sky.
(sorry, when I saw it coming I couldn’t help that Dr. Seuss rhyme).

We got help from old friends and new friends and family when Maxine hurt herself. We even visited a Portland hospital!

All in all, we did what we’d hoped – to act as if we lived here in Portland.

We’re not sure if we’re going to move. That’s a complicated question. But at the very least, we will always be appreciative of being able to spend, no, to enjoy, a month pretending we lived here.

* But, we’re not gone yet. More blog entries for Tuesday and Wednesday, and travel back to LA are in the works…