
I'm guessing she'll be here some time this Spring.
They. And Matt. That's the plan anyway.
Meanwhile, Portland continues to be Portland. It's wet. Joan cooked up some steaks tonight.
There's a hill at the end of our block. It's actually called the Alameda Ridge, and it was created during the last ice age. And there is a stairway there, which a lot of folks on the ridge use to come down to the many restaurants, shops and bars on Sandy Boulevard. The houses on the street at the top end of the stairs have long, steep, sloping backyards, and most of the space is unusable, and is covered with brambles.
That's where the wildlife hangs out. The ladies at the end of the street claimed to have seen a hedgehog in there. That's probably where the opposum that Iz and I saw walking on the fence from our back porch one night. And I'm sure coyotes occasionally bed down there too.
We took our last walk of the night around ten. It was sprinkling. At night I wear a headlamp and in the beam the raindrops looked like little crystals. That headlamp is really bright and when Izzy's doing her business it's like she's in the spotlight. It also makes it a lot easier picking up after her.
At the end of the street the raindrops were coming down on the leaves among the brambles. When a leaf was hit by a raindrop in the light it looked like something was scurrying underneath it. Then back to the house.