Three Days Of Rain And "Breaking Bad" In Portland

           Last Thursday I said good-by to  Los Angeles, and hello to my dear ones in Portland, Oregon: my sister Romaine.

...and her sweet kitty, poochie,

...and beta fish,

​    ...and her beautiful  bright house,

...and beautiful back yard, all decked out and blooming, the upside of the perennial Portland rain.

    When my plane arrived in the middle of the afternoon the skies were -  not unexpectedly, never unexpectedly in Portland - overcast.  By the time we arrived home from the airport it was drizzling.  Soon it was raining, which squashed our original ambition to catch an outdoor concert that evening.
      "How about we watch a little 'Breaking Bad' instead?"  suggested my sister.   
      The rain was falling outside.  It was nice and cozy inside.  Curling up on the couch with some "Breaking Bad" sounded good.  
        As we'd both seen the first season we started with season 2.  But after a couple of episodes of the tragi-comic trials and tribulations of the hapless high school chemistry teacher turned meth cook, we were hooked..

     We broke for dinner though - by then the rain had stopped - and met up at a great little local Mexican restaurant called Sandovals,

...with Romaine's delightful friend Holly.

        The food was soooo good:

     Holly had beef-filled flautas, or fried tacos, Romaine had a  fresh and lovely-looking steak salad,

...and I had some yummy chicken tacos.

      When we left the restaurant the drizzle was just starting up again,  so we quickly said our good-byes to Holly,

...then we headed back to Romaine's house where we settled in with cups of warm tea, Romaine in the easy chair, me stretched out on the couch, and got back to "Breaking Bad."