Since 1994, my parents have lived in Dundee, about 30 miles southwest of Portland on the way to the central Oregon Coast. They'd first intended it as a stopgap house, because they'd planned to build a house in the hills overlooking Lincoln City and the Pacific, but as they lived there longer they decided hey, this is a pretty nice spot in its own right, and stayed, selling the Coast Range property years ago.
Yes, their home in Dundee is a good home.
They were on a road trip the last week (home now -- you missed your chance, thieves!) and let me know I could go out there. I'd considered going out there early this week, but decided going for part of the weekend was a better idea: I might want to be at home or closer to home during the week for potential work reasons.
Going during the weekend was a good idea. Changes of scenery and all that. I got to see three deer at the house; I'd be really surprised if I saw deer outside of the house I live in here in Portland.
It was deliberately non-exciting at the house. I read, I ate, I didn't go online, I got some sun, I watched some soccer, I tried watching a NASCAR race but I kept catching the Michigan race during rain delays. And I rested well.
Sunday I a) headed home and b) let other people feed me: breakfast at McDonald's, because the Newberg Shari's where I'd planned to have a basic diner meal was closed for remodeling, then snacks at Burgerville before heading back into Portland, and -- after various wrong turns and re-routes due to me not being used to certain roads and also due to traffic I tried (not always successfully) to avoid -- the soft opening for the brick-and-mortar location of Big-Ass Sandwiches. I knew there was a chance they'd be open Sunday afternoon, so I timed my return to Portland to be there if they did. They did. *smiles*
I got to see Lisa Wood tear down the paper on the windows and door and turn on the OPEN sign. I saw Brian and other kitchen employees figuring out how they'd get by with one fryer when a second fryer broke. I saw a line of customers, all happy customers. I saw, I mean ate, their mac and cheese. I saw a guy show up with a Portland Timbers commemorative poster: more decor! The soft opening went surprisingly smoothly; they opened for good two days later, last Tuesday. (I visited and ate on Tuesday, too, and had beer that time, as I wasn't driving.)
It was a good weekend. I hope you all can say the same.