21+1

I'm not good with dates. Especially significant dates that fall between April 15th and May 15th. Again with this May thing. I usually forget our anniversary. So does Craig. Really, no big deal. Also, April 29th--the date that my dad died--usually slips by, although it is always my intention to take flowers to his grave.

This year, I think, I will wow Craig and plan something for Sunday. A nice breakfast, a long bike ride, perhaps a beer at a sidewalk cafe. Checking his email this morning, however, reminds Craig that he promised he and the boys would spread bark dust at his parents' house. When Craig mentions to his dad that today is our anniversary, Al says no, that was yesterday. Hmmm. A quick check confirmed that--indeed--our anniversary was yesterday. So, we celebrated twenty-one years and one day. After the bark dust settled, Craig and I did what we now refer to as the bridge loop: park at Oaks Park, ride fast across the Sellwood bridge (before it crumbles into the river), head into downtown Portland, lunch at a sidewalk cafe, ride across the Steel bridge, and take the Springwater Corridor back to the car. The view from the Steel bridge was great:



Portland is, indeed, the city of bridges:


No pictures from the Sellwood: best not to linger on that bridge. Lots of people out on a beautiful Sunday. Maybe spring has finally arrived in Portland.