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Headed home from Kingston.

There’s an iguana just outside the frame on the car deck (lower left). Bit of a surreal moment there.

On our way to Port Townsend for a whale-watching cruise.

Game starts and everyone abandons the pub :-(

Club-level seat for my first game of the Mariners’ 2013 season.

Here’s from the top of section 234:

And here from my seat 9 on row 1.

First pint of the season of Pyramid’s Curve Ball blonde ale.

Cheers!

The tap runs dry and the sign gets pushed to a corner.

We attended the sentencing hearing for the perpetrator of a burglary in October. Needed a bit of a break afterward.

I managed to get hold of Katharine’s phone, but she lunged to retrieve it within a couple of seconds.

And then the camera went off:

(Source hardly matters on a chill morning)

They’re dicking with beloved tradition!

France vs. Washington state in 10 ounces of liquid goodness.

Walked into the kitchen, found warm-beveragy goodness. And free apps!

Sun peeks out just before it sets.

Amid the rivalry of the purple-vs.-orange crowd, we are united by the glow of dozens of mobile devices all being used to find updates on a common subject:

Bit of a wild workday. This wall decoration at Bake's Place perfectly matches.

2010 Corte alla Flora Rosso di Montepulciano with wood-fired pizzas.

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Clouds and mist burned off early to give is a gorgeous Saturday.

Long weekend at the beach to close out September.

Thank heavens for technology. Otherwise I’d be lost.

And ready for its close-up.

The home-grown to-MAH-toes are out of frame to the left. Cuz, important photo subject.

I never get the flexible straw!

Sirloins and veggies. Ahh, summer.

Finally, a 4th with not a cloud in the sky.

And an appropriate summer cocktail! :-)

Chandler’s Crabhouse’s Havana Raspberry cocktail

Dinner mit usual wimmins. ;-)

Stuffed mushrooms with Jewells and Kat

Our Towering Inferno has settled down to a crackly comfy little fire.

Happy Memorial Day. :-)

The phone, she is broke :-(

We joined friends for a matinee of The Producers in Issaquah. I was getting into the car on our way to the theatre when I bobbled the phone in my left hand and it clattered to the driveway for the fourth time I can remember, and this time it gave the unmistakable psht! sound of the glass giving up the fight.

Yay AppleCare+ — we’re waiting now at the Apple Store, University Village for warranty service. Should be all good in the next hour or so.

Twelve-year-old me really really really wanted this morning to watch Seattle City Light deal with the fallen tree a block down the road. The tree went down as a fast-moving storm blew through the neighborhood Friday evening, taking out or cable service and snapping a power pole in the process, and my 12-year-old self was all about gawking at the work to fix the problems because: Ooh! Big powerful machines!!!

Forty-year-old me knew that if I didn’t mow the damned lawn, it would overtake the house in a matter of hours. It had been three weeks since the last mowing, a combination of weekend plans and bad weather repeatedly delaying the next mow.

Somehow my brain arrived at a perfect compromise: Mow the front yard first!

So that’s what I did, and I managed to avoid chopping off any digits and scalping the turf even though I kept my eyes on the work down the street even more than I kept my eyes on the task immediately at hand.

And how was your Saturday?

Oatmeal and an apple fritter.

Cuz, you know, I’m all about balancing things out, even though the Diet Coke wouldn’t fit in the frame.

Julie Anne made a strawberry-rhubarb pie with rhubarb from our own garden.

Isn’t it purty?

Or maybe not. It seems only to be visible to Katharine.

Somewhere near the Minnesota/Wisconsin border, probably overhead La Crosse if our flight path is at all accurate.

Or anywhere else in the world at 38,000 feet.

Maker’s Mark. At a coffee shop. At the mall.

I must not be in Utah anymore!

The crab and asparagus omelet at Skillet. Insanely delicious.

At Skillet in German Village.

If Samuel Adams’ Summer Ale is to be believed.

And I’m ready to believe.

Brrr.

The first pint of Curve Ball this year. Aaahhhhh....

Cheers!

*And* beer. Heaven!

In no particular order:

• The Saga of The Trip Home in text messages and international phone calls
• I ATE A BIRD FOOT and other adventures in cuisine
• Traffic!
• OMG crowded sidewalks at 02:00???
• Some other stuff that escapes me at this moment

So, yeah. Pester me about it, would you?