Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Grand Floral Parade

A few weeks ago we made the realization that this may be our last summer in Portland, so we've started trying to do all those things that we've put off because "we can do them later."

So last Saturday, chilly though it was, we went to the Grand Floral Parade. 

We rolled into Portland about 9am, thinking that that would give us just enough time to find a good spot and get settled before the parade came by at 10.

At 10 there was still no parade. And we realized we must have picked the chilliest block in Portland. Cam and Wes went for a walk, while I held down our spot.

At 11 there was still no parade. And Wes still hadn't taken a nap. He was beginning to be grumpy, so at 11:15 I stood against the side of the building and willed him to sleep.
And then the parade came. You know the scene in Mr Holland's opus where his son is taking a nap and he sleeps through it so they thought he must have a hearing problem. I was having the same concerns about the fourth band that went by. My fears were dispelled though when a pack of old cameros came through revving their engines and Wes popped right up. He just needed the right cue.

Wes was thoroughly interested for about 10 minutes. Then he discovered that both the camp chair Cam was sitting in AND the stroller have cup holders. Which was about the coolest thing ever. That's how we knew it was time to go home.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Architectural Details

Our apartment has a lot of things about it that my interior design professor referred to as "vernacular qualities" i.e. quarks that show short-sighted planning, design errors, and/or other shortcomings that reveal the design was not by a master architect.

For example, there is a built in 3-foot deep shelf in Wesley's room that is 2 feet off the ground, because the builders were about a two feet short in allowing enough head room over the stairs, so they had to bump up the floor. It happens.

Or, there is a drawer in our bathroom that uses the same path as the door. It's kind of annoying when one person is say, doing her make-up and the other one tries to open the door and it moves like it's going to open before banging into the drawer making a loud noise that would wake any sleeping children in the adjacent room.
My illustration depicting the intersecting paths of the drawer and the door
with the help of my free trial account at floorplanner.com
So Sunday, a family member who will not be named, had a need to use the bathroom. He tried to open the door, it moved just a little and stopped. Somehow the drawer got opened after the door was shut, and was now blocking entry.

This family member, being the ingenious person that he is undid a hanger and worked it through the small space in the door. but without being able to see how far the drawer was open, it was impossible to get the hanger in the right place.

The other family member, who had no immediate need of the restroom contemplated whether she could  do without a bathroom until the next morning when maintenance could be called. Although she realized she probably could, she decided to aid the aforementioned person whose urgency was increasing. 

She used a butterknife slid through the door to put pressure on the side of the drawer and work it back into the counter. since the range of motion was a matter of millimeters, it took some time but finally closed and joy was had all around. Well, nearly all around. Family member #3 couldn't have cared less about the whole thing because he just goes in his shorts.