Our air quality is back to GOOD (33) which means my windows will be open at night and my normal walking routine will resume. Although I do (thankfully) have a heat pump, I love the cool, fresh air blowing into my bedroom. As I’ve mentioned before, my sleeping is so much better in the winter when it’s colder and dark. Many here enjoy how late it stays light in summer, but I’ve never been a fan–nor are the scientists who say it messes with our circadian rhythms. For those of us who believe in science, that is. (snide remark)
Yesterday John and I ate a delicious lunch at Duke’s, on the Tacoma waterfront where we sat out on the expansive deck. We both had sandwiches that came with a small salad and a tiny schooner of chowder. Unfortunately, they’ve gotten rid of my favorite Cajun Chicken chowder, so I tried the salmon one. Between the three facets of my meal, I preferred the salad. Why do I order sandwiches when they’re so tall and difficult/messy to eat? After our meal, we headed to Point Ruston where there was a concert, so we pivoted to the Point Ruston Market where I spotted a macaron shop. 🙂 So far, we’ve tried the rhubarb (red one, too perfumy) and the pistachio (green and an A+); the others I’ll sample on my own since John has gone home. I’ll make sure to give him a critique of them though. 😉
Instead of going to a film, we continued to the Port of Tacoma to watch the container ships being loaded and unloaded–fascinating to John, but only mildly interesting to me. However, I was impressed by the logistics of the operation and by the incredible machines that I saw being maneuvered. We have the ports to thank for 80% of our global trade, and our very own Seattle/Tacoma is the 6th largest in the country. Since we were in the area, we visited the Maritime museum which was free and full of boat, scuba and nautical artifacts, as well as historical information about the tribes, fishing, etc.
Since I’ve recently been on a couple ferries, I was amazed by this retro one, the Kalakala, which to me looked like an Air Stream trailer. John was more entertained by all the ancient boat motors from companies like Johnson, Evinrude and Mercury. He has a much more mechanical mind than I do and explained to me how everything worked. I listened but retained virtually nothing. As my dad used to say, “There will be no test on this information!”
It’s been a relaxing morning with John-made scones (in my kitchen); I watched him “work” while I drank my mocha and did my games and puzzles on my iPhone. John’s gift for cooking is only matched by his ability to clean up to my standards! Although any scones l make look like they were mauled by a wild animal, his are much more professional.
Today I’m planning a trip to the park with Younger Daughter and boys. Tomorrow I’ll be meeting my friend to visit two more local coffee shops for our passport book. I may swing by the cemetery to see if anyone has stolen the stargazer lilies from my parents’ niche. After the Christmas thefts, I won’t be surprised to see the flowers gone.
People can be wonderful, but they can also be not-so-great. Or perhaps we’re all a little bit of both?
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