Per usual, summer is fa-lying by. The way it does. I’m having minor heart-palpitations when I think about the fact that next week is August and I still have so many summer things to do. Camping?? Last year by this time we’d gone thrice times! Movies in the park? I have yet to get butt-numb while watching Ratatouille and drinking 3 buck chuck in a seedy park. And hikes? Dear lord, I don’t think we’ve gone on a decent one in months! So much to do, so little time.
One thing that’s different about this summer than last is the amount of visitors we’re getting. HOO.RAY. Nothing makes me happier than having a house full of people to show around our neighborhood and city. Apparently it makes a difference when we have more than one bedroom (and bathroom, ahem) to welcome people to, because it’s like people are coming out of the woodwork to visit. And we’re loving it like crazy.
Last week we hosted Casey’s family (mom, dad, sister, brother-in-law, two nieces) for 5 days. They flew into Seattle and we all met up in Seaside on Saturday afternoon… which was a quick and beautiful hour-long drive for us… for them it was a morning full of flights, another 3.5 hour drive from Seattle to Seaside, 1 speeding ticket and two tired little ladies to deal with. We eased their pain by tapping the rockies in our hotel parking lot as soon as they got there. Nothing but class, us Thompsons.
But Seaside was amazing: beaches + seafood + salt water taffy + biking around town in a surrey with two little ones and one squirrely little dog… It’s the stuff memories are made of.
They spent the rest of their visit be-bopping around Portland with Casey as their tour guide. Because of this silly little thing called work, I had to miss allllll the daytime fun, including a visit to the zoo, the rose garden, Disneyland for Dogs, Multnomah Falls, a hike, the Children’s museum and most importantly… Big Ass Sandwiches. It was pure torture. But I know they had fun without me, somehow ;) I could tell by how pooped they were each night. Luckily I got to be a party of the nightly happy hour and subsequent dinner eat-athons we seemed to have every evening. I gotta say, that’s a top five perk of having visitors. Free rein to eat and drink whatever .. because hey, we gotta show them a good time. Right? Yup.
And now, cue the peek-cheers!
Thanks for the fun times family – we love you! Gus says hey and he’s still looking for that cheese stick…
The Portland Thompsons