How the Port looks on a winter day. It will be coming to this soon. The ocean gives off such energy.
A weekend to enjoy. A good day to streamline a closet, do I dare? I have some clothing to get rid of that I haven't worn in years. I keep thinking I will but , although they still fit and are wearable and not out of style, I just don't wear them and don't let go of them either. I have no idea why I hang on to them when I find my regular uniform dress comfortable and broken in like an old shoe. I would probably get an invitation out to a fancy restaurant for dinner and find myself without anything 'dressy' to wear. So I look at them, remember the last time I wore them and the compliments I did receive at the time and hang on for one more wear. How dumb is that? On the other hand, as soon as you discard an item it is the one you want and need, a corundum I'd say. Speaking of getting dressed I am about to get that chore done right now as I find I am out of coffee...out of coffee...how did I let that happen? It is still to dark to walk up to Fred Meyers to buy some but it must be done. Tea just wont do it. It reminds me of a conversation I had with Jock yesterday when we went out to Matte's Pancake House for brunch in honor of his upcoming birthday. I got to ride in his big truck which reminded me of climbing in and out of Mike's van. All that practice made it easy. We ordered coffee and Jock told me he never liked coffee until he added sugar and cream and it finally made a palatable drink. I drink it black and think it is delicious, delightful and I want my coffee now...smile. Jock orders the Farmer omelet and it is huge, filled with all kinds of good things. He manages to eat it all with a huge smile on his face. He came bearing gifts and I have the largest piece of salmon to cook up, although he does such a good job I might keep it until he comes down for a cookout. I have lovely tomatoes, yellow squash and rhubarb. What a treat. I learned a bit about birding and hunting dogs and laughed out loud when Jock told of one of the men who came to the hunting grounds with two dogs that were not hunting dogs. He spent his time screaming at them to hunt the birds and flush them out but they were having much too much fun chasing and playing with each other. Jock's Gunner did a good job although he is only a year or so old. He loves to go out hunting but then on his terms, he is not quite ready to stay the whole day as he thinks one or two flushes is good enough and then he wants to rest and go home. Smart dog. We missed Patricia but find no reason we cannot celebrate her return with another visit to Matte's Pancake House. The biscuits and gravy are really good and I'm sure Jock will enjoy another Farmer's omelet. If you are close by we would love your company too.
So check your 'to-do' list today and see what you really want to check off, then get it done and spend the rest of the day doing what you really want to do . . . mushroom picking, a walk in the woods, a bit of bird watching, what ever you choose to do, the choice is yours . . . enjoy and smile while you do it. Hugs to all. |
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