Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Brrr
We're waiting for the snow. The kids are hoping for no school. Some of them have decided to forgo homework in case they get to take the next few days off. Hee hee. Maybe it won't snow. But it is super duper chilly. Colleen is going to Sun Valley for a bit of skiing with Morgan. The rest of us: me Tom, Ariel, Jake and David and Ariel's friend Sandy are all hanging around here. Co will be back by Christmas tho.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
August 23 Saturday
Beautiful sunny about 80 degrees here in beautiful Bainbridge Island, WA.
Just returned yesterday from mindboggling fishing trip to Sund's Resort, Malcolm Island, Canada. Float plane in, guided fishing twice a day, never left without a drink in your hand, gourmet chef constantly pushing out melt-in-your-mouth appetizers and meals. The lodgings were beautiful log cabins. Maximum 24 people allowed total. Catered to at every turn. Beautiful college girls and boys from Canada were the staff. Scott Sund the perfect host. Gorgeous, beautiful, best service ever.
Fishing the pristine waters for salmon and halibut. I caught a 13 pound Chinook. Joni caught a Tyee (over 30 pounds) Alex's mom caught a Tyee. Shirley (Ales's mom) won the largest catch.
Tom caught one but it popped off at the net. Big one too. Probably 20-something pound salmon. Flew back into Poulsbo dock.
Just returned yesterday from mindboggling fishing trip to Sund's Resort, Malcolm Island, Canada. Float plane in, guided fishing twice a day, never left without a drink in your hand, gourmet chef constantly pushing out melt-in-your-mouth appetizers and meals. The lodgings were beautiful log cabins. Maximum 24 people allowed total. Catered to at every turn. Beautiful college girls and boys from Canada were the staff. Scott Sund the perfect host. Gorgeous, beautiful, best service ever.
Fishing the pristine waters for salmon and halibut. I caught a 13 pound Chinook. Joni caught a Tyee (over 30 pounds) Alex's mom caught a Tyee. Shirley (Ales's mom) won the largest catch.
Tom caught one but it popped off at the net. Big one too. Probably 20-something pound salmon. Flew back into Poulsbo dock.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Sunny, Sailboats
August 1, 2008
*Saturday. Sunny. Supposed to be about 64 degrees. Saw a sailboat out the bedroom window powered by the breeze that blows today. Tom and I went to breakfast with the intent of eating at Salmon Canyon Cafe. The sign said Closed. Family Emergency. I ran to Walt's. The owners of Salmon Canyon were involved in the airlift car accident on Hiway 305 yesterday. The accident closed the hiway, diverted traffic, caused rearenders and another accident on Miller Road. Rumors were not good. Merrill spoke of two fatalities. I heard that if you had seen the cars, you might have guessed no one could survive. I'm saddened that Dave or Shauna might be gravely injured.
*Tom washed three cars today. So nice of him to wash mine for me. I cleaned up the vases of flowers in the house. Colleen swept the floor. I worked a little on my new shop contents. Did some advertising work for the Taste of Lynwood. Tom and I are going to the Waske's tonight for dinner. I want to make a gigantic floral arrangement for them. I think we are supposed to bring dessert. I love to bake. Think I'll bake up a blueberry something.
*Tom loves to take me to the Japanese garden on the property here at night. Last night there, in the swing, in each others arms, after listening to him grumble a little, I suggested (with a smile on my face) he might describe me historically as a woman with a vulgar mouth, who dresses too provocatively, leaves piles of weeds for him to pick up, leaves piles of things lying about the house...He said he would describe me as the most beautiful woman he has seen, with the body of a goddess who has the kindest heart of anyone he knows. I just don't think some things are a big deal. He focuses like a laser on one thing at a time and that makes nothing into something. Also he often feels like people are disrespecting him by their actions. To think anyone ever thinks that.... Or maybe he expects everyone to always think of him with every action they take in his house. Whatever, he is darling about it, in spite of being so sensitive, thinking we are always criticizing him. What a dorko.
*Saturday. Sunny. Supposed to be about 64 degrees. Saw a sailboat out the bedroom window powered by the breeze that blows today. Tom and I went to breakfast with the intent of eating at Salmon Canyon Cafe. The sign said Closed. Family Emergency. I ran to Walt's. The owners of Salmon Canyon were involved in the airlift car accident on Hiway 305 yesterday. The accident closed the hiway, diverted traffic, caused rearenders and another accident on Miller Road. Rumors were not good. Merrill spoke of two fatalities. I heard that if you had seen the cars, you might have guessed no one could survive. I'm saddened that Dave or Shauna might be gravely injured.
*Tom washed three cars today. So nice of him to wash mine for me. I cleaned up the vases of flowers in the house. Colleen swept the floor. I worked a little on my new shop contents. Did some advertising work for the Taste of Lynwood. Tom and I are going to the Waske's tonight for dinner. I want to make a gigantic floral arrangement for them. I think we are supposed to bring dessert. I love to bake. Think I'll bake up a blueberry something.
*Tom loves to take me to the Japanese garden on the property here at night. Last night there, in the swing, in each others arms, after listening to him grumble a little, I suggested (with a smile on my face) he might describe me historically as a woman with a vulgar mouth, who dresses too provocatively, leaves piles of weeds for him to pick up, leaves piles of things lying about the house...He said he would describe me as the most beautiful woman he has seen, with the body of a goddess who has the kindest heart of anyone he knows. I just don't think some things are a big deal. He focuses like a laser on one thing at a time and that makes nothing into something. Also he often feels like people are disrespecting him by their actions. To think anyone ever thinks that.... Or maybe he expects everyone to always think of him with every action they take in his house. Whatever, he is darling about it, in spite of being so sensitive, thinking we are always criticizing him. What a dorko.
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