ON THE BACK BURNER

It is possible to have rain 3 days in a row and still not have the ground saturated. I am getting used to rain. It isn't a hard rain,it isn't particularly cold, it is just raining. Today, Dixie and I looked like twins. We both had on neon yellow rain ware. Dixie's legs got wet and my jeans got wet, but other than that, it was a routine walk. We had our regular weekly Sunday supper, but we did something differently. We are all immunized,we are a bubble, so we felt comfortable enough to be indoors to eat. We used my son's studio ,with a wood stove, for our dinner location. We,  not me, carried in the cafe tables, my DiL carried in the folding chairs, I brought in the food, and we all enjoyed a meal in a dry, really warm , studio. My DiL even unrolled a beautiful Persian rug over the bare floor. My daughter , Dixie and I sat on the futon, and every one else sat at a cafe table. My wild salmon was a little dry, but everything else was great. A wonderful experience for my daughter to see how special these Sunday meals are. We all look forward to them.It's a good way to end one week and start another.

The sun always make a day feel happier. We brought my ebike to the mechanic to make it safe for me to ride. Business is slow, so they got right on it and I will have it Monday. very excited. I am spending time trying to find  a bag for it that will let it pass as luggage on my flight home. The prices range from $30 to $800. My travel bag has to have wheels. That is an absolute for me. I have time to keep looking. Last week, when I was off at Hurricane Ridge in the Olympic Mountains, my son went to a house sale and by passed aMahJongg set. For $15.I couldn't believe that he didn't buy it and now I want him to go back to the house and see if it is still there.What was he  not thinking.? My daughter is soaking up being with her sons. She is catching up on wedding plans , future plans, and work plans. I remember when I was the Mother of the bride, now the bride is Mother of the groom. L'Chaim.

My daughter cooked for two days. I warned her that this bunch ate a lot. She wasn't convinced until she saw how little was left after they left. She cooked Israeli style, for our Shabbat dinner, lots of different dishes. A sweet and sour-y meatball and cabbage dish, that I particularly liked. Roasted chicken with fall veggies, quinoa with pecans and beans for the  one vegetarian,green salad and my contribution.. grapes. It was the least that I could do, literally. We had a great Shabbat dinner and for the first time, we all ate in my pod. We kept the windows opened and felt reasonably safe.  We may not use the tents as much as it is getting colder and wetter. I won't miss the cold wind and for sure, Dixie will be happier.

My daughter is having dinner with her two sons,future DiL and a special girl friend. I told my grandson that he has to have my daughter home by 11 .I can't stay up past that. I wanted the 5 of them to have alone time, but I have been promised left overs, if there are any. Since I can't count on that, I planned dinner for myself. The weather is typical for PT. Grey, slightly rainy.I was hoping for Indian summer weather, but I think you need to have a frost first, then a warm up. We won't get the frost part. I had a reason to search for my Venice house key and car key. They  have been hidden for so long ,that I didn't remember where I put them. I am working with my Venice car mechanic to see if I can service my mini before I get home. It hasn't been driven in almost two years. There is something unnatural about thinking in terms of two years.  That is two years unaccountable in my life. That is 730 days that I lived through, spent with my kids here in PT,  but feel like a void. I built a modest life for myself here, but felt transient. This damn Covid gave me special time with my family here, time I would not have experienced without a pandemic, but it also took me away from my special friends and life . It was good and it was bad. And It made me appreciate every day.

Mostly, when the grandson's come over to see and talk with their Mom, I am quiet. I  love seeing them interact. It's such a source of pleasure to be with  adult grandchildren . You can sit, have tea, talk, reminisce, laugh a lot when you retell stories of their growing up. It's all good.

Latest comments

29.08 | 13:45

Don't quite know how this got to me but it was on the top line of my computer (not in email) But I really enjoyed it. I truly admire you.

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31.07 | 07:02

Leona, do you have a date or a booked flight that you come back ?

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20.07 | 13:55

Everything sounds so wonderful Leona. Venice will seem boring . I would want to move to Portownsend where the kids are living. All sounds great . Is there?

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19.07 | 12:33

That lavender sounds very nice!

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