Home Again

The Coastal Trail   Warriors 3 Cavs 3

Stopping by the woods once more to check the score.  p.s. I'm not ever going anywhere again.

A Different Kind of Beach

The beach here on Bainbridge Island doesn't look like our beach.

Making doll house dinners out of tiny rocks and shells.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and we are lost.

Hard headed women

Bye-bye, beautiful island.

Hello again, Seattle.

Bird's Nest

The sea wall at Quintara Street

 
 

People Pictures

Wednesday at the Ferry Building, a few Beach Lane writing buds met for lunch. The only problem being that we forgot to eat lunch. That's me, Deborah, Meg, and Dashka.

Thursday night poetry class. Julie Bruck, our fearless leader, checks the Warriors score for us between each poem. Isn't this the coziest-looking place to meet? We'll miss it, as the Writing Salon must look for new digs.

Poetry con't: Chocolate cake break.

Friday: Birthday breakfast with the Cricket.

Rock Garden

There is no more room in our house for rocks. None. We've been stepping on and tripping over them. So I put them out to pasture yesterday between our house and Marguerite's.

The Great Highway was closed this evening due to wind and sand, though you can't see any sand on this portion of the road. The tide was coming in, so I walked home in the middle of the street!

Ocean Beach   7:16 p.m.

I looked down and this is what I saw on the sidewalk. Aren't you glad Hillary will be opening the X-files?

Walking home along the Great Highway

Thank you, Peter and Anne!

The Scream

 

Encountered on The Coastal Trail of all places. (Not my googly eyes.)

 

Treasures from this evening's walk, and a tiny piece of a new mural at 3rd & Clement by Jason Jägel

I know what you're thinking.

"What next. What else could there possibly be out there for her to drag home."

 
 

Thank you, Lucille!

 

Lunch was so wonderful. Salmon, vegetable overflow, sparkling wine, cheese, lavash, melon.

But the best thing is always the talk.