Tammy Thingelstad

or maybe that should be face to foot with a redwood. Yes, they are tall, majestic and grand. Yes, I felt tiny and timid in the midst of such greatness. And yes, I am definitely smaller than a redwood. But, I also felt peaceful and quiet amongst the giant trees and even a little protected. Because the trees are so massive and their foliage doesn’t start until high up in the sky, there is a lot of space down on the ground. I relished all that open space in a place that felt disconnected and separate from the rest of the world. It was a good day.

A few days ago Maril and I had 12 hours of kid-free, unstructured time on our hands. I’m here to report that it’s pretty easy, fun and relaxing to spend 12 hours of kid-free, unstructured time, even if there is no plan in place. An idle stroll though the Pearl District with a leisurely lunch, snack and dinner, a park dedication for a park that’s a sidewalk (i know, go figure), a play at the Platinum LEED certified remodeled historic Armory building, and a late night trip to Powell’s Books and Whole Foods Market. I didn’t spend much money or come home with a bunch of trinkets, but I enjoyed my time away immensely. A shout out to Kent and Jamie for hanging out with the kids all day!

Today we were at the Portland Saturday Market eating lunch and there was a woman sitting next to us who was eating some leftover food that other people had left behind. She was in her 40’s or 50’s, seemed to be lacking most of her teeth, and maybe had some type of mild mental illness. Shortly after we sat down, one of the security people for the market came up and began to give her a hard time. The employee accused her of getting the food out of the trash, which she didn’t, then when she said that she had asked people for it, told her that wasn’t acceptable either. They came to an arrangement where she continued to sit and eat her food without disruption, but she was asked to never return.

I felt bad for the woman, but understood the security guard’s position. And I have to admit that sitting next to her for 20 minutes made me uncomfortable. I paid her much more attention than I would any other person, not because I was scared of her, but because I couldn’t help wondering how she came to be this person. Normally I pass homeless people on the street, but I’m never confronted with their situation for more than a minute or two. This woman was clearly on the streets and she didn’t seem like she had it together enough to do anything other than live on the streets.

I understand that there are many different reasons why people are homeless, but I was struck that this woman was homeless because at some point she fell through a crack and at this point the crack has turned into a huge hole and there’s no getting back. I’m not sure what responsibility we as a society have to someone like her or why I’m even writing this post, but I came away with the feeling that even though having her around was unpleasant and made me uncomfortable it was a good thing. And whatever she may or may not be, she’s still a person.

We came across this sign a couple of days ago on the way to the zoo in Seattle. I had to take a picture and offer up a quick post. I’ve never seen a sign like this, so please forgive my ignorance if these are posted all over the Pacific Northwest. I love this sign! It’s so vaguely threatening. I wonder after reading the sign what exactly will happen to me if I litter? Will I just feel bad and therefore it will hurt or will someone come out of the bushes and beat me or will some big brother figure render a nasty fine that hurts my pocket-book or something worse? It’s just so ambiguous and I think that’s where the genius lies. If you knew exactly what was going to happen you would be able to calculate the risk and decide if it was worth it. But, with the sign as it is you have no idea if you are meant to suffer a hurt conscience, a broken bone or a life in prison. It really does make a person like me curious and I’m no litter bug!