I love thee to the height of Mount Rainier,
To the depth of Lake Union’s deepest tear.
Your summers, brilliant
Your inhabitants, resilient
Cause you’re depressing all other months of the year.
Neither Joe or I would neglect spending this summer in Seattle. Joe coached his Supang Skill Training soccer camp on Whidbey Island, with his sister Maria. And he put up a fence around his families garden, and worked at the farmer’s market. If you haven’t been, be sure to try out Lesedi African Food at the farmer’s markets on Whidbey. Say hello to Joe’s mom Dorcas, and she’ll serve you up a hot samosa and some mango lemonade, delish!
As for me, I made it home just in time for Rachel and Anthony (my niece and nephew)’s graduation parties. And enjoyed doing all of the routine things I’ve missed being away: yoga class, dinners in Mom and Dad’s back yard, playing with Mojo and his snaggle tooth, running around Greenlake, spending time with family and friends. We celebrated my sister Gina’s 50th birthday, my Dad’s 77th, and my godson James’ 8th. …went camping on Moses Lake, spent a weekend with friends in Portland, ate several bowls of pho and plates of Mexican food, caught up with friends, visited Joe’s Grandma and Grandpa in Sequim, went boating on Lake Washington, skipped rocks on the Snoqualamie River. I frequented Burien’s Tin Room, catching up with pals and family, to the point where the waitress started saying “Bye, see you tomorrow.”
Until next summer, Tin Room waitress….