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How I spent my summer

More aptly – what I did while I was waiting for summer to arrive.

What happens when you don’t blog for a bit? You get out of the habit. Things happen, too many things to even begin to get caught up on, and you get too overwhelmed to post.

No surprise – I spent my summer sewing.    (and thanks to spellcheck – this is not full of the typos that might be there because apparently I also forgot how to use a keyboard )         I did three – or was it four?- trunk shows at the coffee shop.  Now that fall is here, I’ll be missing that for awhile.  I sold lots (somewhere in the neighborhood of 200??)of headbands, coffee sleeves, baby quilts, napkins, and bags.

Here’s a shot of the space sort of set up in the coffee shop:


       And a sampling of messenger bags.

It was like having a paycheck again. Pretty swell. Its an amazing thing that is the feeling that people are willing to spend their hard earned cash to own something that you made. I feel worthwhile. Contributing.

All the alterations are really nothing to write about. Seems like that part keeps growing and growing.  And I’ve done exactly zero personal sewing. How can I have gone a whole summer without sewing a new skirt, at least? Maybe I’ll have to keep one of the bags that I have left (though I guess I could count wearing one of my headbands every day  as wearing something handmade).

Summer came ’round here sometime in August. We had lots of company – three rounds of people from San Diego, lots more from Seattle. It sort of goes along with living at the beach. Some of the California company got really beautiful weather, others didn’t. Summer can be a fickle thing – sunshine one day, fog for the next three.  We planned on going on vacation, just the two of us, while the grandson was visiting his parents in SD, but it didn’t happen.  In there was another show or two, then labor day, then school started, then rod run.

I’ll get caught up here, sort of, and get back to the keyboard sooner rather than later………to be continued….


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The weather is warming up, and even when it’s cloudy outside it is warm – mid to upper sixties most days.  This is a happy thing ( though I catch myself thinking about how it will come to an end in just a few short months). I want to drink it in, this summer weather, before it’s gone. We’re just two months away from blueberry season – I cannot wait (see, I tend to jump ahead).
I feel ridiculously emotional when I go by areas in full bloom; yards that are so beautiful and well thought out. Or huge, old rhododendrons that blend into the rest of the greenery for eleven months out of the year, bursting into bloom like a neon sign to remind everyone of their existence. There is the smell of honeysuckle here and there, which I didn’t notice at all last year.
So, I’m resuming last year’s goal: to ride my bike the length of the peninsula and back by the end of summer. We are about fifteen miles or so from Ilwaco – so that means working up to 30 miles. It is a fairly flat road so if I work at it……….. Somehow that got lost in all of the work that needed to happen here last summer (not to mention that we had lousy weather for most of it ).
Today I rode seven miles into town and back to mail out stuff that sold on ebay.
I took a long meandering route both directions. This keeps me off of the main road, and gives me the opportunity to ride on the side streets and take in the scenery.

In our little town of Ocean Park there are lots and lots of small houses. Mostly pretty old – 60-90 years old. There is a street called Park Avenue which is dotted with the sweetest little cabins and houses in varying states of care and repair.
This first one is so adorable, and they have a nice veggie garden growing. And the color is happy even on a dreary day.
  The next one is nearly across the street – It’s not nearly as old ( and I think there’s some friendly competition as to who’s house is cuter.
   There are lots of these tiny storybook houses – though I would guess most of them only see life a few weekends per year.       There’s a huge banner in the window which reads: and “Dave Sudell Poisons My Garden And My Well”  Not happy neighbors.

Lots of folks name their houses:  “Drift Inn”, “Quiet Cove”. “the King’s Estate”?? ( I’m guessing that’s their last name) but this caught my eye:
         I like the idea of a name for the house, but don’t think I could do it.                   This relaxed cabin has an eclectic vibe with it’s bright blue trim and an assortment of things around the outside.     And I couldn’t resist a shot of small, tiny, and itty-bitty ( the biggest of the three is maybe twenty feet square. Could you fit more than one person in itty-bitty? Maybe it’s like a teardrop trailer where you have to stand outside to cook. All three of those are pretty old cabins.
   There is a ton of poppies beginning to bloom along the back of Jacks Country Store      And a final shot of the main intersection of town, complete with it’s blinking light   nearly too small to see in that photo. The beach is a couple blocks right down that road, just over the rise.
So, today I love living in this little town where I can bike to the post office and pick up a couple things at the grocery. Most people acknowledge you or even wave as I go by on my bike – I guess they’re happy to be here too.

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 Today it actually feels like summer. Finally. 
Here on the southwest coast of Washington the temps are in the low 70s, and tomorrow is supposed to be warmer still.  And for the first time in a long, long while, it was clear – even out over the ocean – at dawn.  

I’ll take another month or two of this, thank you.  

One can dream, right?

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So, today is the first day of Summer. About darned time. Though we have yet to see the sun – we are engulfed in a layer of fog so far today. I have hope that it will burn off and we’ll be in the mid 60s before the day is done. 

Last weekend Ryan came to visit and was here for a few days. He helped us with the latest project: a set of stairs, of sorts that go from the patio below the deck out towards Richard’s garage/shop. 
        They are ‘floating’ steps, which is a series of 2 ft. by 4 ft. long platforms anchored togegether and shifted from side to side as they go down the slope. Now we can plant that slope, and hopefully it will mitigate some of the sand that inevetibly makes its way into the house. I plan to put something kind of clumping right along each side, then grass of some sort beyond that. Of course one thing leads to another, and now we need to replace the steps that go up to the deck on the west side – the bottom few are totally rotten. Always something. 

Yesterday we made the big decision to replace all of the doors and windows in the whole house. I have to equate it with buying a new car – except that there will be no gas or insurance, and we’ll never have to do it again. This house is thirty years old, and though all of the windows and doors are dual pane ( except the high ones in the living room ), they’re certainly from another era, with the aluminum frames and such. All the doors need replacing, and its only a matter of time before the windows are really bad, and it seems like it will only get more expensive to do this five years from now. 
We’ve begun to do the work to fix the well. Found a local guy who seems to be a water guru. Richard will be helping him to install the tanks and such; if all goes according to plan, we should have good, rust-free, non acidic water in less than two weeks!
Ryan gave Richard a hammock for father’s day, along with a huge stack of cedar planks to use on the new bbq. There is a learning curve to the hammock, as illustrated by someone who’s had one for awhile:
    vs. a newbie:  I’m sure he’ll get it sooner or later, if I can ever get him to just hang out and read ( pun intended).

We’ve now seen “No Country for Old Men” and then the other night “There Will Be Blood”.  I liked the latter much more than the former. 

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