It’s been a pretty kicked back Saturday so far. Penny scooted up to Mike this morning, said “walk,” signed horse and said “hat!” – that’s as close to fully communicating as she’s come so far.
Saturday market was dreamy today. The warm happy sun was shining down on warm happy faces – there are none more devoted sun worshipers than those from Oregon and I do love to watch them bask – the band was playing some old Gram Parsons tunes, we got our Bangkok Thai food craviings satiated, and we thought we had a sighting of the Flat Mountain Girl band but now we don’t know who they are but they were great – here’s the 6 second video clip I got before my camera ran out of batteries so if anyone knows who they are we’d love to know.
Afterwards we drove up to Skinner’s Butte in the Volvo – which to me is such a happy driving experience compared to our gas guzzling grociery getter whose windows don’t roll down – Penny fell asleep just on arriving so we parked and basked on the flagstone like true Oregonians and looked out on the city freckled with fall. Pretty spectacular.
