The boys and I had some business we needed to conduct at the Apple store, which necessitated a trip to the Portland Mall. The last thing I want to do on a sunny day is go to the mall, so to salvage the day, we made arrangements to meet up with some dear friends and spend time at the beach afterward.
But first, the mall. E and Z kept saying they'd never been to a mall before, which isn't quite true, but close enough to true. Which is more of a consequence of geography than personal philosophy. Although I can't say I feel like we're missing out on anything (and this from a suburban girl who practically grew up inside of malls).
We left the mall and headed to our friends' house and took a stroll downtown to buy a box of Holy Donuts and then beelined for the beach--utilizing the full 70s mode on my station wagon with seven of us piled inside and two kids the third seat in the "way back."
E was the only one brave enough to fully enter the frigid water.
Even he got too cold after a while and joined the other kids in constructing public works projects in a small stream.
After we got tired of being sandblasted by the wind, we took the kids back to my friend's house and then she and I went back out on the town on a bra-buying mission. At the bra store we learned that we have been putting our bras on wrong our whole lives. I also found that I've been way off in choosing a size. Which might explain why I can never find a bra that fits right. I still only found one that seemed to fit, and I'm not entirely happy with it, but at least I'll have a better idea of what to pay attention to when bra shopping in the future.
Sunday the rain came--a much needed rain after a dry spring. And a rain that I've been secretly wishing for--an excuse to stay inside and do some things that need to be done and some lazy, rainy day fun things, without feeling guilty about not going out to enjoy the sun (I did manage a few between-rain-shower walks outside and sent the kids out in the late afternoon when they were in full crazy mode).
E and Z made slime and rubber balls from last month's Tinker Crate, which we never got around to opening when it came (and now we have another one waiting in queue).
I also got a chance to complete a small sewing project--a pencil roll for my Master Naturalist Program mentor, for her to keep her nature journaling supplies in.