the Spanish lands

 

out for breakfast


    Well Fidalgo, Rosario and Anacortes anyway. Did the old thing - wake, read, coffee, go to town for breakfast. In this case someplace called Gere & Deli on the main in always impressive Anacortes where we had egg sandwiches. The entire end of the main drag at the north end was filled with a dry docked WA State Ferry sticking way up in the sky down there.

Heading south we stopped in to Kaiser Garage to see Jason and find out if he knew about all the rv stuff as well as being the foremost expert anywhere on the Mercedes Sprinter itself. He seemed to be just wandering about the parking lot outside his shop and we only had to pull up next to him and introduce ourselves as the owners of the yellow Sprinter with the back racing stripes and we were on solid ground since he could see plainly that we were now deep in Sprinter Valhalla as we were in the clearly next tier silver Adventurous. He demurely told us that yes of course he also was skilled in all aspects of rv stuff.

Home for a rest. D and me did a Cottage cheese run in the maximum heat hour. Had a dull beer at the brewery, but the server was chatty and dog savvy. Out at 6:30 for Western Heroes at Bayview. Got a shout out from D. Licastro. I think because he was living at my place when he wrote the next tune. Not sure. Taken by surprise and couldn't hear him too well. Anyway it was a very comfortable visit with the community and possibly a mini super-spreader occasion.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

"Work?!", Maynard G. Krebs on the Many Loves of Dobie Gillis -1959 to 1963

Image
          Trash day always a bit of a fright as the truck rolls by around 6:45 like it might want to snatch your can but doesn't until maybe 11 or 1 or 9. Like the guy said when asked a while ago, "We just don't know when, where or how much". It's just garbage.      S went off for an allergy assessment in Everett as well as a booster and a thorough vacuuming of the Subaru with a short foray into Costco, but not to wrangle my Rapaflo pee amplifier, rather for cheese.      For my part I poured 4 gallons of hot water and detergent down into the black and gray water tanks, drained the fresh water and sloshed my way over to Les Schwab to have them check the crack in the front right aluminum  wheel. Other than to say that if it failed I was fucked the guy there couldn't help.      Texted up B and went for a walk for the update on the bike tour which was challenging and was he glad to be home. He feels he may well ...
Read more

An evening at the end of the first week in November

Image
  inside the tree      I believe that the short video clip above conveys the sense of the short periods of better weather among the solid blanket of light gray overhead and water falling all over than to say, say "it was nice sometimes" but one has to click the little arrow twice and then the full screen down on the bottom right or more or less that procedure to get some insight.      Otherwise it has been D and beach, and woods, and village, and chance meetings here and there, and two nights straight at the public house juicing and yakking to whoever is closest. Also there is the rare treat of watching commercials that I've never seen or imagined, but muted sadly. And football which is frantic because they show clips of other games while the one you were watching there is the void of the guys standing around trying to plan what to do next.
Read more

tuesday and wednesday

Image
on the trail of the village water line R exits ferry with dog (hidden)      Another rondelay to Freeland and beyond for a cartridge and then the next day a ham hock. The cartridge was for S and the ham hock for the Romanian pork and bean soup which was a lot of trouble and tasted like pork and bean soup although the caraway seeds added something different. Tuesday there was supper at Dean and Mary's house out Saratoga. Wednesday there was a dinner here at home with Bruce and Deon at which the Romanian soup was served. Both those events were relaxed and chatty.      R brought Marbles over on the boat for a handoff as she prepared to fly to New York for the wedding of Maxwell formerly of the Huff Post days.      There was at least a good walk on Tuesday up cemetery and down to commons for a cheddar and jalapeno bagel in which D and I rediscovered Jay's wetland project back of the old middle school field and D got into some deep black swamp mud...
Read more