I’m going to have to start titling my posts differently. I’m starting to lose track of the days.
One of the great things about the northwest is the lack of light pollution. I can see the stars at night, again. In south Florida, the only places you could really see the stars were out in the Everglades, or a couple of miles off-shore in the ocean. We’ve had great weather ever since the day we arrived, and clear skies at night. I’m reacquainting myself with the constellations.
I’ve also rediscovered KIXI, a local AM station that plays 40s and 50s music, and the old serial radio shows (like The Shadow) at night. They have on-line streaming, so I used to listen to them occasionally back in Florida, but it’s nice to be able to listen to them live again.
Our agenda for tomorrow is Jeffrey and I do our work, then happy hour at our favorite hangout (Changes), dinner at Pasta Bella, possibly the best Italian restaurant in the nation, and then spending the weekend looking at more houses over in Bremerton. About Pasta Bella, we recommended it to our friend Chris from the Flamingo Freedom Band, and he sent us a text message after he visited it saying “Thanks for sending me to Pasta Bella”. That’s high praise, indeed.
Bill and Esther seem to enjoy my cooking. They have “loved” everything I’ve made since we arrived. I know how people will sometimes tell little white lies to spare one’s feelings, so I take it with a tiny grain of salt. It’s nice hearing, anyway. I’m just waiting until I have a chance to make my nationally famous enchiladas. I haven’t had a person yet who has tried them and not swooned in near ecstasy.
I think that’s enough for now. I may not post again until Sunday, so enjoy your weekend.