Saturday

The smoke smell from the burned soup washed out of the house in a few hours, so i haven’t had to do all the open window cleaning I expected this weekend. From my bed I could hear the ebb and flow of the rain on the roof. At its hardest, the water trickled like a creek in the gutter outside my window. Sunrise played out on the ceiling, no colors, just a tide of light expanding across the textured paint. It was tough to drag myself to the gym.

An oyster bar that’s been on Williams longer than most of the restaurants or apartment buildings is having a 15 year anniversary party with $1 oysters, so add a Bloody Mary and that’s my afternoon. Kathleen Alcott and Vauhini Vara are speaking at Powell’s tonight. I haven’t read their new books, but the past ones have been beautiful, and critics adore them. So that’s both an update and a recommendation. Have a good one.

Edit: the book event is part of the Portland Festival of the Book, and not at Powell’s.