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This weekend husband and I were talking with Eliot around the dining room table where all the best conversations tend to blossom. On Saturday night Eliot asked about why some people break up and then he named all the kids he knows with separated or divorced parents. I then asked him to name all the families he could think of who are still together. We talked about who Grammy used to be married to when my husband was born and Eliot’s face was hilarious. He couldn’t believe the pairings of 30 plus years ago. So after we blew his mind on that topic husband started reading a chapter from Charlotte’s Web to him. I don’t know what came over me but I decided to share with him that when I was in grade 11 science we had to dissect a fetal pig. I may have written about this years ago but the short story is I refused to do it so I was assigned to have a lab partner who would do the hands on work and I would write about everything she did and found. So, of course I named the baby Wilbur and wrote about him in detail and his lost life. Eliot was a little puzzled as to how they got this baby pig (unborn) from it’s mother. He just stared at me and said, “I would have liked to hug it before it died.”

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A human being and his cigarette caused this:

Stay with me. I’m loopy-tired and had a large glass of red wine. It’s Thursday night February 23, 2012 and I need to write about what happened last night.

Husband and I were talking on the couch and all I wanted to do was go to sleep. We heard a large crash and then pops (this is hard to recall now but it was very loud and unusual). We looked out the front windows- nothing. Looked out the back windows and saw sparks/flickering light. I said to husband something about fireworks and stupid… Well H opened our back door and realized it was a fire, the house behind us was ablaze. We immediately assigned ourselves tasks, H go get Eliot and I grabbed the phone to call 911 (I yelled to H to make sure E had his blanket, we’ve never been without E’s blanket and if this was it and we were about to loose everything I wanted our son to have his baby blanket). I put on my rubberboots and we dashed out the door. I was in the middle of the street yelling into my phone “9-1-1” because you have to say it after the beep! UGH! I was scared and the flames were getting higher and higher faster than I can tell you. I didn’t know who was still in their homes in our cozy cluster of old houses but even in the mayhem I knew it wasn’t windy, I knew it was wet and I hoped the fire wouldn’t jump. There were so many people in the street. Someone yelled to me that 911 was already called. I stayed on the phone anyway, talked with the dispatcher (or yelled, rather that they needed to hurry up). H & E were standing in the street glowing orange and I again, probably yelling told them to move. At the same time a woman came by telling H to get away from the power lines. I looked at H and said, we need the car. I didn’t know how long this was going to last, we were outside, it was cold and we were frightened. I ran in. Grabbed keys. Got the car out. Pulling to the curb as the fire trucks finally arrived. Six minutes felt like 60 minutes. We shivered with fear in the car watching the flames and smoke rise. E kept asking if our house was on fire. I said I don’t know and I don’t think so over and over again. We called loved ones, they called us, H tweeted and facebooked as he trembled. It took about 10 minutes for the fireman to control and 45 minutes until it was completely out. We asked a couple different officers if we could cross the police tape and enter our house again. They finally said yes. We went in. We are grateful. Half the house had a power outage. E and I snuggled up in his bed. He said, “Mommy, I’m feeling all kinds of different things at once. Sad, tired, nervous, happy, scared.” I said, me too. He was soon asleep. I checked on H. Cleaned myself up. Stared at the fire trucks out the front window. I hate bright lights but hours had gone by and now I could just stare and watch the blue and red bleed into purple. I went to bed. So tired, unable to sleep. I just let myself rest with my eyes closed. I heard the trucks leave. H came to bed. I fell deeply asleep.

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I hate cigarettes even more now. And I already REALLY hated them.

 

 

Maybe it was because I just had my birthday or maybe it’s because things are finally a little more quiet in our lives but I started to recently reflect (with amazement) on the last year and a half of our lives. When I said this out loud to Eliot and husband, I’m not kidding, Eliot flopped down on his back and said,  “Oh it makes me dizzy. Sad. Bad. Good. I don’t want to talk about it, it makes me dizzy.” So husband and I started listing all the events while Eliot, I think, tuned us out.

1. Went to Maui and Lanai.

2. Evicted from our house.

3. Moved 99% of our belongings into storage.

4. Drove to California and moved into my in law’s guesthouse.

5. Husband went to the White House twice.

6. Went to Barcelona, Spain.

7. Went through a severe illness with a very close family member.

8. Watched him recover.

9. Found a house we loved online.

10. All 3 of us came down with an awful flu.

11. Bought our dreamy purple house.

12. Moved back to Portland.

13. Went to New York.

14. Went to the Big Island.

15. E was home schooled for first grade.

16. E started public school for second grade.

17. Went to Mammoth (where E got pneumonia for the second time).

18. I went on my first vacation without husband & E. Wanderlust was SO fun.

19. Marriages close to us ended.

20. Siblings and cousins got engaged.

21. Went to Las Vegas.

22. Went to Disneyland- as much as we could.

23. I started a more devoted yoga practice.

24. Went through a major lawsuit.

25. We sold a lot of our stuff.

26. And of course, so much more. Big and little. Sad and happy. Good and bad. Wow, life. Grateful.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
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We had a little time to grab lunch in Venice before heading to LAX during our December trip to southern California. I chose the vegan restaurant, Seed Kitchen for a burger and sweet potato fries while husband, Eliot and my mother in law ate at Larry’s. Funny side note, I got my first tattoo at the now closed (but the sign is still up!) tattoo parlor right there beside the iconic Venice sign. See it? See it? Cool.

XOXO
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I’ve seen Tori Amos on every tour since Little Earthquakes. And 2012 marks the 20th anniversary of that album. So when I heard Tori was playing her Night of Hunters tour in Seattle (I live in Portland) in the middle of December I knew I had to go. But it meant driving from Portland to Seattle in December. ugh. I was worried but bought the tickets any way and arranged to go with one of my sisters. As the day approached I freaked out about the weather, overnighted the tickets to my sis and gave up on seeing her this time out. Cue heartbreak.

The following weekend we just happened to be in southern California and so did Tori! But tickets had been sold out for months. Husband spent time on craiglist trying to find tickets that were reasonable prices and decent seats which proved challenging. Again, I gave up. Then my genius husband decides to check ticketmaster just in case and guess what? We got thirteenth row 4 hours before show time. SO cool. Off we went to dinner at Cafe Gratitude and a memorable show. Her voice is still incredible and I was on the edge of my seat from start to finish. SO grateful!
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At Portobello Vegan Trattoria in Portland there is a beautiful mural by local artist, Jill Bliss. I’ve been fortunate enough to meet her a few times and even go to her house for a clothing trunk show last year. In December husband and I celebrated 20 years of knowing each other with dinner at Portobello and also in December I bought a handmade paper necklace from Jill at Crafty Wonderland. I feel pretty lucky to know her, to support her and live in such a cool city. XOXO

Here I am wearing my new paper foliage with a Rodarte for Target faux shearling shrug and a Free People sparkling dress:
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Here are two pictures from Portobello the night of our anniversary dinner with a teensy peak of Jill’s work:
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If you haven’t been to Portobello you are missing out. Beautiful inside, lovely service and wonderful food. XOXO