Merry Monday

All is quiet here. Ken is outside raking up huge piles of maple leaves. We have one huge maple tree that shelters the tree house, and it drops about a gazillion leaves this time of year. They are quite lovely to look at until it rains when they all turn to brown mush.

My friend, Elisabeth, called and suggested lunch tomorrow. So I think we will start early and visit a fabric shop in Chehalis before we have lunch. I have never been to "Sister's", but it is supposed to have fabric galore. And I am sure we will find some delightful place for lunch.

Speaking of lunch, there is a little shop getting ready to open in "downtown" Steilacoom - "Creme Brulee". A peek in the window offered snippets of a French bistro with banquettes against the walls, colorful wooden chairs, checkered tablecloths, and various French posters and decorations. There was also an application for a liquor license taped to the door, so it all looks very promising. It is rumored that the proprietor is French!

Carolyn Ousey called this morning to check in before they head to Winnipeg to visit family. We talked about a route and stopping places for our trek south the first part of December. She and Gary have made this trip a time or two so they know all the good Wal Marts and casinos to overnight. Ken really wants to spend some time in California, San Diego and San Luis Obispo, so I guess we need to figure out those pieces.

I did read that Bon Appetite magazine, and did see one or two promising recipes, but I'll try them first to see if they are worthy of being passed.

Ken is on the phone with the garage that is providing a second opinion on the ills of the Jetta, so I'll have a full report in my next blog. Ciao.



Craig came to pick up his mail yesterday and stayed for dinner. He still feels like he is floundering in his new job. Isn't that how all new jobs feel? Plus his manager and his mentor have both been away. Not an easy way to learn the ropes.

I spent a couple of hours at the local mall this afternoon and succeeded in coming home empty-handed. I really couldn't think of much of anything I needed, and the one or two things I had in mind I couldn't find. Of course the stores all have their Christmas departments fully decked out. I just looked the other way and walked on by.