As promised, here is the summary poem of our Disney/Portland trip to celebrate my wife’s birthday. We stayed with her daughter, who works for Nike, and husband who is campaigning for City Council. We went to some of our favorite restaurants like Apizza Scholls, Salt & Straw, Buffalo Wild Wings, and Ling’s, after our final Disney dinner with my family in Orlando at Be Our Guest. We ventured into wine country with friends, visited the Portland Art Museum and other downtown haunts, and took their dogs, Ham (who barked at me incessantly) and Falco, to the Thousand Acre Park. I continued to struggle with my legs, but their vehicles shuttled me close to all of our destinations. The final Bridgerton episodes were on Netflix, a service we no longer subscribe, so we watched on their projection screen, ate fresh morel mushrooms from the farmer’s market, drank wine, and went to a Portland Pickle’s baseball game. Before we left, we stopped by Powell’s Bookstore where they were married five years ago and caught some magnificent glimpses of Mount Hood. Once again, you had to be there to understand all the subtle, humorous nuances of this particular poem. We’ll see them again in January. 

C.U. in January

Disney Grey Stuff,

Beauty and the Beast.

For a family of 6,

A Pricey feast.

 

Dreaded presentation,

For Marriott bucks.

Off to the airport,

Middle seat sucks.

 

Midnight arrival,

Baggage delay.

Barely get there,

Before THE birthday.

 

Screen door lunch,

Apizza pie.

No Birthday Bear,

But Megan buys.

 

Mitch campaigning,

But time to make eggs.

Mike having issues,

With cramps in his legs.

 

But walked a Thousand Acres,

And peed behind a tree.

Let my natural instincts,

Take ahold of me.

 

Wings with Matt,

Bridgerton finale.

Remembering walks,

With Falco and Tally.

 

With the IU gang,

At Domaine Willamette,

In case you’re wondering,

It’s Wag-yu, dammit.

 

Pasta Allora,

Flor wine.

Farmer’s Market,

Morels to dine.

 

Art Museum,

Monet and shoes.

Salt and Straw,

Mount Hood views.

 

Stranger Danger,

Ham annoyed.

His growls and bark,

Hard to avoid.

 

Golf Shuttle,

Ling farewell.

Suitcases packed.

New truck smell.

 

Once amused,

By drinking Dickel.

My new favorite,

Is “Pickle, Pickle, Pickle!”

 

A stop at Powell’s,

But not to Marry!

If not Next Tuesday,

C.U. in January.

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