I should not be allowed to go into Walgreens. Fact. Particularly when I have a baby sleeping (finally!) peacefully in the stroller, and absolutely nowhere I have to be any time soon. Recipe for disaster. It’s like strolling right back into my early teenage years . . . right up to and including the bad soft rock music playing on the store’s sound system. I can sing along with “Rocket Man”, oh yes oh yes I can. And “Dream Weaver”, and “Wildfire” and “Killing Me Softly.” All that nostalgia almost makes me want to shop for fake nails and a hair highlighting kit. Almost.
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So. Summer is over, even though I feel like it never quite showed up here in Portland. What’s the first rule of doing anything well? Show up. Bad job, summer. You’re fired. We’re moving on to Fall.
Luckily, fall has all of my favorite things – cool, crisp air, college football on TV, beer (okay, that’s all year long, but still) – and Labor Day weekend is just the beginning of all of it. Happiness, all wrapped up with an autumn-colored bow.
I am happy to announce that summer has (FINALLY) arrived in the Pacific Northwest. This means I will stop posting about the atrocious weather related news headlines we’ve had, and I will stop whining about grayness and rain, and I will brighten things up around here with some lovely, summery confections.
On the other hand, as soon as we’ve had five days in a row over 80 degrees, I will start complaining about the heat.
I am a true Portlander.