Day 19: Raccoon hat

Day 19: Took this raccoon ‪#‎hatONit‬ to the Alberta Arts District of Portland for a few hours today. (Hat on loan from the lovely Hannah and William.)

I felt like I had walked onto the set of Portlandia. I mean, I had walked onto the set of Portlandia. I can go on about films that create the atmosphere of different parts of LA, but I found it eerie to walk into a real place that feels exactly like it’s portrayed on TV. I got out of the car in front of a free store and two bike shops. Beautiful murals and the promise of non-GMO, vegan, paleo, gluten-free food. That smelled really good! Food trucks of every shape and size. A crew of bike cops were simultaneously giving a man a ticket and discussing how they liked their bikes with a bike mechanic. I decided I needed a selfie. Hit a fabric store that had the best patterned fabrics. Was given a crystal to clear my chakras. Window shopped some great stores. Heard a woman explaining to her young son that “those shops aren’t there anymore because someone bought them and put in new shops to make lots of money.” Felt guilty for enjoying the new shops and wondered what the old shops were. Was so lost in thought, briefly lost my rental car. And then found it again, in front of the free store.
Having spent enough time in my head, met up with Trinity for dinner who recently moved to the Alberta neighborhood. I miss her in Boston so it was good to catch up beyond the great cards she sends me. I had a delicious vegan chili pie, which was not non-GMO or gluten free or paleo, because it had Fritos in it.
Numbers keep climbing! $11,896 and 108 donations! Thank you all so much!!!


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