Pointing Fingers

Tom will absolutely kill me for posting this picture but I think it’s a classic. (So maybe I won’t send him the link?) It was taken on a walk at low tide at Birch Bay during one of the only vacations we’ve enjoyed in the recent. We blame Alane, Phil and Carrie for the relaxation opportunity, as they gave me the Semiahmoo Resort gift certificate for my birthday — thank you, family, we needed that!

Transition

It’s happened. On this sunny spring morning, I leaped out of bed, put on my slippers and padded to the kitchen for a cup of coffee in the bunny cup. I didn’t notice until many minutes had passed that I had on two different sides even though they don’t feel the same. Uh-oh ... I think I’m on the path to true absent-mindedness. At least I have on comfortable shoes.

Aglow at 50

I’ve known Ms. Monica since she was 19 years old and looking at this picture, you’d think that was just a few short years ago. But no, she follows me in becoming 50, making the five-decade mark simply fabulous. For her hallmark birthday, 10 of us reveled in champagne and cruised in a limo, hitting Seattle hot spots for a progressive evening of apps (List), dinner (Barolo) and dessert (Cicchetti), a celebration fit for a queen. Even the finicky Mr. T loved Barolo, so we’ll be back. Happy 5-0, Ms. Mo!