A true tale from my college days…..
“Do you know how many times you’ve said ‘okay’ in the last minute?” she blurted out.
(Twenty times by my reckoning. She was not the only one counting.) He stopped. Public speaking was not his forte, though economics may have been.
“Twenty-three times!” she announced.
“Sorry,’ he said. “Didn’t know I was doing it.”
The rest of us knew and thanked her. We were on edge waiting for the ‘okay’ and winced when it came. No sentence was immune.
“I’ll work on it, okay?” he promised. “But when it’s quiet you’ll know what I’m thinking, okay?”
Okaaaay! we shouted.
Though we had intermittent rain most of the day it stopped long enough tonight for a lovely sunset.
Good Morning from Benji!
As you know we felines are the cleanest animals in the kingdom and do not need nor do we rely on any human facility to remain so. In fact, humans have much to learn from us about continuous and natural cleansing. Even so, the bathroom is a fun place to visit and greet my favorite human first thing in the morning.
Today, the door was open just enough to allow me entrance to the shower facilities.
I am lithe and nimble and successfully nosed my way in. These are the benefits of being a small cat.
While I wait for Sue to finish I decide to freshen up.
When she is finally done I drink the fresh water that remains behind. I don’t know if she approves of this but she has yet to reprimand me. (I have learned she doesn’t like me to drink from the swirling bowl and I admit I do not understand all the rules.)
All in all, a good start to the day.
We finally got the rain free day we were waiting for and decide to spend it on a trip to Lincoln Park and Alki Beach in West Seattle.
After a short drive we arrive at the park and hike a lovely trail through some patches of old growth forest to the bluff overlooking Puget Sound.
A slight wind is blowing as we descend to the beach below where it is crisp and cold, and the Olympic Mountains are seen in their full glory. The fresh air and saltwater do us good!
On our return through the park we come across this giant and stately maple tree.
Then it’s onward to Alki Beach where the first group of white settlers landed and founded the City of Seattle in 1851.
We stop to eat at nearby Spud’s Fish and Chips for the best fish and chips in Seattle. Founded in 1935 it’s also Seattle’s oldest fast food restaurant. On it’s walls are pictures of early Seattle history including Luna Park, considered the Coney Island of the West, which operated at Alki Beach from 1907 – 1913.
I was pleased to see photographs taken by O.T. Frasch, an early Seattle photographer who also happens to be my great grandfather. (Maybe that’s where I get my interest in photography?)
After lunch we move on for views of Seattle’s skyline, starting with a sneak peak at the Space Needle and the Cascades behind.
Speaking of mountains, in addition to the Olympics and Cascades we also find nice views of Mt Baker to the north; while Mt Rainier can be seen blending into the milky sky to the south.
This outing should tide us over until the next rain free day which according to the current weather forecast may be a week out.
Such is life in the beautiful Pacific Northwest.
Another cold and rainy day in the Pacific Northwest and a Monday besides. Though all things are green in the garden, work will have to wait. We have been promised a day of sunshine this week and are hoping the promise is not vain.
Tucked inside, Mom and I play cribbage (don’t ask who won) and Tiger watches nearby, happy to be where we are.
Benji is tuckered out from last night’s prowling about and curls up for a good nap near the fire. He is dreaming of tonight’s adventure.
There are worse ways to spend a Monday I suppose.
And patches of blue ..
Enjoy them while you can for they are fleeting….
Brought to you by springtime in the Pacific Northwest.
I woke up this morning to the sound of another torrential downpour and after much consideration over a steaming latte decided I would not be deterred. There would be enough breaks in the rain and places to shelter; I would proceed with plans to work in the garden.
I would target my herb bed where the rosemary had become a tree crowding out everything else. Out he would come to be replaced with a smaller version that hopefully would be contained. I would add another variety of lavender to the bed and surround it with some new varieties of mint. One simply cannot have too much lavender.
I would plant the fuschia starts along with some basket stuffers and hope they do better than last year. Isn’t spring gardening (like spring baseball) all about hope?
And I would stop to admire the delicacy of the azalea, the faithful and often underappreciated workhorse of the Northwest garden.
That would have to do for today.