I can just hear the recess monitor now. The funny part about this is that I took the picture standing on the staircase that heads down to the playground. But the balls on the roof are so tantalizing, just at my eye level.

I can just hear the recess monitor now. The funny part about this is that I took the picture standing on the staircase that heads down to the playground. But the balls on the roof are so tantalizing, just at my eye level.


They were kind of asking for it with that title. And, thinking back to the standard overstatement of the delightful hotel owner in the first movie, it would have been been in keeping to call it the Even Better Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.

Hee. That’s all I have to say. Hee.
Matt, his mother Linda and I are on our way to a Forktown Food Tour of N. Mississippi Street. I wanted to update you on the ch-ch-ch-changes on N. Williams Avenue first. This sign was photographed in January.

Across the street, this building has undergone a huge transformation. I even have compare/contrast photos for you. Now:

Here’s what it looked like on 1/28:

And here’s just one picture from our food tour. That is a huge shelf of bitters. Read more about it here.


That didn’t take long. A small part of me wished that the juttings would have been a feature of the roof, not something to be covered with roofing material.

Today’s the first day I’ve seen a crane onsite.

That’s a bottle of water, a glass of a deliciously dry white wine and a travel mug of tea.

I look forward to watching this roof develop.
Sentinel looked up and ruined the photo I had planned, which was of him with his head stretched out over the book looking very much like a long worm. But this is cute too.

My first Postcrossing postcards in months and they both arrive on the same day. I send two postcards per week (Tuesday and Thursday) so it’s funny to me that so many return postcards arrive on the same day.

From Germany, this postcard is quite popular on Postcrossing, so says its sender. I can see why. Those are some impressive mailboxes.

This is from Chicago, from a couple who moved from Siberia in Russia. They tell me that they visited Portland a few years ago and enjoyed themselves.

This looks rather like a roof. Perhaps four floors is where we will end?