A passel of Sundays
So, the past three days have all felt like Sunday to me.
Friday felt like Sunday because it was the end of something and Kip and I were seeing someone off home. Two someones–Erika Moen and Dylan Meconis.
It helped that downtown Portland was relatively deserted and many things were
closed for the 4th. Naturally, Powells
was open so the four spent some time there, the
Roxy and—because Erika‘s and Dylan’s train was going to
be be two hours late—we took a tour of the Classical Chinese Gardens and got wired on green tea.
Yesterday felt like Sunday perversely because everything thing we did on Friday is pretty much the type of thing I’d do on a Saturday. That and I was at a point in drawing a Dicebox page that usually happens on Sunday. And today was Sunday, which I spent in my traditional manner of drawing, the only exception being I deigned to leave the house with Kip to have dinner with Sara and Steve
at No Fish, Go Fish in order to retrieve my digital camera that I had left at their house on Thursday night—which had felt like a Friday night. But that was because Thursday night was the opening reception of the
group cartoonist show at Pushdot Studio.














