Me to author-friend Connie Brockway, “Movers come on Tuesday for the furniture going to California. The Husband flies down on Wednesday while I get my hair done. Thursday I fly in the afternoon and we get the third bed delivered. :cue the suspense music: Will it be the right one at last?” And…here’s a photo… Read More

The California move, the bed part Continued from part 1 I searched for bed frames online and, as happens, The Husband and could not agree. :sigh: Finally I found a Shaker style which I knew he’d like and ordered it. We managed to have it delivered on one of the days we were in California… Read More

The Husband and I flew to N. California for five days of wine tasting, eating and much, much walking (because of the eating) and as we were flying back, I took these photos of Mt. Rainier and, as the sun set, Seattle with Mt. Rainer in the background. I know—that mountain looks fake, doesn’t it?… Read More

Twelve years ago, my husband and I moved from Houston, Texas — conservative, cosmopolitan, friendly, high temperatures — to a small town in NW Washington state — liberal, wild and wooded, peopled with eccentrics. And in winter, there’s this white stuff … it falls from the sky … it’s cold… We have five and a… Read More