Snow. It’s falling from the sky as I sit here in early November. Big test of Roger’s new heating system–see last month’s report (don’t tell him but I’m giving it a big D so far) He’s not here to fix it because he has volunteered to be the projectionist for the Friday Harbor Film Festival Grange venue all weekend. The documentary film festival is in its fifth year and I will be volunteering, too, but only for one morning–Tomorrow. That is also the name of the film that will be screened where I will usher–Tomorrow. It’s an optimistic take on solutions to our environmental predicament. That’s what I need right now–optimism.
the mountain was out
Last weekend we went to my brother Marc’s for Thanksween. Only, it wasn’t held at Marc’s. We rented a VRBO next door to him as did most other members of the family and had a VRBO hop–not unlike a Pub Hop–of an event. Only we almost didn’t make it. On our way to the ferry at 6am Friday before last, we hit something in the road which blew out a tire. Took us almost two miles to pull over. then we took everything out of the back of the Forester to find the tiny spare and the tiny spare jack. It was pitch black, there was a lot of cussing and fussing. But Roger was able to change the flat and we still had time for breakfast in town before boarding the ferry. The story doesn’t end there. The rim was bent so Les Schwab in Anacortes could not fix it. The dealership in Burlington was no help nor was the wrecking yard out on Highway 20. So we drove back to Anacortes and rented a shiny blue Mazda for our weekend away.
Suzie soaking up sun while I was away
I wasn’t feeling all that great about going anyway because Suzie was very sick. It turns out she has a chronic inflammatory bowel disease and was having a flare-up where she wasn’t eating and I won’t go into the other symptoms. But, I knew I had a good dog-sitter and could not have done any better if I had been here. Kept a running e-mail exchange going and hoped for the best.
Audrey is learning to tie her shoes
Besides, I had volunteered to pick up my niece who had flown in to see my ailing dad and attend Thanksween with the family. Also, because my dad was recently admitted to hospice, it seemed important to visit him and get together with “la mia famiglia”. Also, I had put a rather large deposit down on the VRBO that we intended to share with the kids and grandkids.
Mia Famiglia at Naches Tavern
Turned out to be a fabulously beautiful trip through Maple Valley and Enumclaw to near Crystal Mountain right on Hwy 410 and the White River. Gorgeous orange trees and blue sky in sharp contrast to today’s snow flurries. Last week, right? Good times visiting with family both siblings and grands. Some more cussing and fussing. Roger got to play his uke with the “Outlaws and Inlaws” so he was happy. Left for a similarly beautiful trip home, turned in the rental car and still made the earlier ferry in our limping Subaru. ( Four new tires on order. That’s the way it is with All-wheel drive.)
That was my fourth trip to see my Dad since September 8th. Last time was to help my sister move him from his independent living apartment to (dum-dee-dum-dum) Assisted Living. It took us the better part of a day to schlep his stuff in the pouring rain from Building 1 to Building 3. And still two of my brothers had to deal with the left over mess. (I should not be typing this post, I should be cleaning out all the crap I have lying around so I’m never in that situation.) Anyway, the hospice team from Kaiser-Permanente seem to be taking good care of him and last time I talked to him, he was in very good spirits. What his mood will be from hour to hour is always a bit of a gamble. thankfully, they’ve finally hooked up his tv so he will be able to watch the Seahawks this Sunday.
Cattle Point before the storm
what else? Oh, took a nice embroidery class in conjunction with the SJC Textile Guild’s Fall Quarterly. We came into the meeting with a bit of a leadership crisis (ie, no leader for next year) but that was resolved at the meeting–thanks, Val! And so it is time to finish up on a couple archival photo journals that I am putting together. A very good project to do while it is 33 degrees out. Before the bad weather hit I was outside everyday hedge trimming and trying to make up for my time spent convalescing my right wrist. The battery-driven hedge trimmers Roger bought me are amazing–as my grandson Corbin would say.
And so, the very rich hours of Anita Barreca are wrapping up for another month. As the world turns . . .
before the snow color