I think that I am beginning to look like a Port Townsender. I went to the garden shop this morning and I felt that people couldn't tell that I was from Florida. I was appropriately grungy. Khaki colored linen pants, cargo style with baggy pockets.
A black T shirt covered with a red plaid long sleeved shirt. Open heel Kroc's with socks. And a fleece vest.Plus a hat. I felt so cool. And my tatt was visible because the pants were rolled. I had planned what I was going to buy and I stayed pretty much
to the list. Now that I am relaxing , listening to NPR ( a short review of the Race to Alaska was just on. That was the one that Aron opted out of, partly because I was here) I realized that I forgot Basil. How could I forget Basil. Must be because I
was so rapt up in how native I looked. As I pulled into my parking space when I got home from the Garden Shop, there was a d--r in the driveway. I was advised, strongly, that if I wanted to be like the residents, don't get all excited when I see a d--r. Do
not say things like " Oh, Look, a d--r. Bambi". i'm not sure that I can keep up this part of being a resident want a be. . I am a sucker for d--rs Those eyes get me every time.