A Fine Day
Everything seems to be clicking right in place lately.
The Portland Central Library fulfilled my reservation for book 5 in the 39 Clues series (which Aaron and Edward eagerly look forward to reading every night), so I planned my lunch-time walk to go by the library. I also knew that Aaron's first grade class was on a field trip to see a live performance of Giggle Giggle Quack at the Newmark Theatre, so I was hopeful to catch him before the show started. As I neared the theatre, I noticed a few large group of kids walking around, and eventually I found Aaron and his class. I had told him that I would look for him but not to expect that our paths would converge, but he wasn't surprised when I called out his name as I crossed the street to join his class walking around the city. We chatted for about 10 minutes, while I eagerly pointed out some of the more famous buildings that are in a book about Portland that we looked at together a few days ago. Aaron has really struggled with the idea that we are moving to Portland (I don't blame him); but as we were walking Aaron said that one good thing about moving to Portland would be that we could MAX (lightrail) more often. Being there in the city together--while seeing him start to accept this difficult decision--warmed my heart and showed me something I have been missing because I'm so far away at work each day. Aaron later related tonight that he's having second thoughts about moving, that he thinks it will be a good choice and that he is now looking forward to it.
On my way back to the office, I passed the flower shop that I usually buy flowers for Meg on special occasions. I noticed they had lots of flowers outside on display, so I decided to take a look to see if I could find a deal for some early Valentine's day flowers (instead of struggling with the crowds and overpaying). I also noticed a news and cameraman outside the shop speaking with the owner. After finding the prettiest bunch of roses available, I took them inside to pay for them. Just before I exited the building, the newsman stopped me and asked if he could interview me briefly. I eagerly consented, and he began asking me a few questions about why I was there, if the economy had changed my buying habits, etc. They probably took about a minute or two of film altogether, which translated to only a few seconds of actual on-screen time later that night--but it was fun watching the footage together as a family. What a fine day.
The Portland Central Library fulfilled my reservation for book 5 in the 39 Clues series (which Aaron and Edward eagerly look forward to reading every night), so I planned my lunch-time walk to go by the library. I also knew that Aaron's first grade class was on a field trip to see a live performance of Giggle Giggle Quack at the Newmark Theatre, so I was hopeful to catch him before the show started. As I neared the theatre, I noticed a few large group of kids walking around, and eventually I found Aaron and his class. I had told him that I would look for him but not to expect that our paths would converge, but he wasn't surprised when I called out his name as I crossed the street to join his class walking around the city. We chatted for about 10 minutes, while I eagerly pointed out some of the more famous buildings that are in a book about Portland that we looked at together a few days ago. Aaron has really struggled with the idea that we are moving to Portland (I don't blame him); but as we were walking Aaron said that one good thing about moving to Portland would be that we could MAX (lightrail) more often. Being there in the city together--while seeing him start to accept this difficult decision--warmed my heart and showed me something I have been missing because I'm so far away at work each day. Aaron later related tonight that he's having second thoughts about moving, that he thinks it will be a good choice and that he is now looking forward to it.
On my way back to the office, I passed the flower shop that I usually buy flowers for Meg on special occasions. I noticed they had lots of flowers outside on display, so I decided to take a look to see if I could find a deal for some early Valentine's day flowers (instead of struggling with the crowds and overpaying). I also noticed a news and cameraman outside the shop speaking with the owner. After finding the prettiest bunch of roses available, I took them inside to pay for them. Just before I exited the building, the newsman stopped me and asked if he could interview me briefly. I eagerly consented, and he began asking me a few questions about why I was there, if the economy had changed my buying habits, etc. They probably took about a minute or two of film altogether, which translated to only a few seconds of actual on-screen time later that night--but it was fun watching the footage together as a family. What a fine day.
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