Been a bit rocky since August birthday. Teeth issues mentioned then have been my companion since--painless in the new modern way but energy depleting. And some other inconveniences like a hip that hurts sometimes.
In between there have been good times in this swell little town with very nice people, reasonably-priced restaurants, and many, many delightful farmers' markets. Theatre equal to off-Broadway. And yet, old lady New Yorker, I will never really get the zeitgeist of Portland and/or Oregon.
Explains my particular gratitude for Fressen Artisan Bakery's cafe, still our go-to spot since I wrote about it HERE and took some grief about its name from commenters. Takes a certain kind of person, usually like me from elsewhere, to appreciate it for more than its glorious bread, cakes, and cabbage rolls.
Barbara Blackstone, originally of Minneapolis met me there with her two daughters for a lunch for a thoughtful long lunch--three ages of feminism with plenty to say about the current scene. One of my early Portland-transplant efforts took me to a book club-- novels on aging where Barbara and I met.
Though we each left the group, we encountered each other at intermission for an all-woman group she'd told me about, . She the Aurora Chorus, all-woman group singing a range of music from known to original. She recently left her university position in Communications to write more about her work in Conflict Resolution.
Photo of us was at top taken by Lisa Blackstone visiting from Minneapolis. A videographer and storyteller, she'd produced "Life Changing Art"--several older women talk about latelife artmaking which I'd admired. I told her that it would be intspiratonal to women where I live who are artists--some longterm, others more recent. She sent me a copy!
She described her latest production, "Miss Tibet: Beauty in Exile," a documentary with an odd message...go click on the link. On the right is Laura Reilen, Barbara's local daughter. After a number of years as a cabinet maker, she has switched to a new career doing Swedish, deep tissue, and trigger point massage. Also a talented knitter, wish my photo was a better view of the lovely sweater her sister is wearing.
David, who works at Fressen and shares with me copies of pink paper, The New York Observer, was especially hospitable to the Blackstone crew. (Seen here in one of my aprons from Ocotlan, Mexico, gave him last winter.)
It was a great afternoon. Being with thoughtful women of different ages gets my own thinking challenged, my creativity stimulated. Good to recall when the next body part claims attention. Hello, PT.