Seattle goings on
Five islands, three ferry trips, a handful of inter-island flights and two trans-Pacific flights later, we are back to a shockingly cold and dark Seattle. On three separate occasions, I did not buy an 800 dollar ukulele. I also did not buy a number of bone fishhooks, a shell lei, a timeshare, or a dozen …
Once or twice a year, C and her sweetheart H open their cozy Vashon Island home to the four stringed ukerati. They grill up some good grub, people bring treats to share, and we sit around the living room (or back deck, if it’s summer) strumming and singing and having a good time visiting with …
It’s about a 15 minute walk to the 39th Street stair climb that goes down in to a pricier neighborhood where most of the houses have views and two car garages. 15 minutes further along, there’s Fauntleroy Park. The park is shady and quiet and full of moss, ferns, very tall trees that are dropping …
Last year around this time there were huge storms that took down trees and took out power – some neighborhoods were off the grid for a week or more. The winds started yesterday afternoon and around 6pm, I had to go on a little hunt to find my garbage can, which the wind had wedged …
I just went outside to hang some laundry in this much needed day of sunshine, and when I looked up, two huge bald eagles were flying lazy circles over my house.