Yesterday, and today: I got home from work and I could hear laughter before I got in the door. Roxanne had made dinner both nights, from scratch, and neighbor/fun-grandad-vibe Mike was over. Jared was also home from work, and little Sloan was playing and entertaining everyone by being herself. And occasionally being frustrating.
You had me at 'from scratch' and 'we don't have a tv'. I live in Eugene, OR (a couple hours south of Portland). I walk the neighborhoods, especially the alleyways, and come home every day loaded with gleaned fruit and veg. Grape vines cascading over fences; laden branches of fruit; community gardens run by volunteers, for anyone to snack from. It's amazing. I love your blog and writing. I could comment on every single post but that could get creepy and/or tiresome lol. (also I grew up in San Diego, during the mid-70s and early 80s, so a very warm-soft spot in my heart; I'm glad you found your people there)
This is some real good writing about some real important stuff.