Yesterday was the first truly nice day we’ve enjoyed around here since…OCTOBER. What a godawful dreary, wet, windy winter and spring we’ve had. And even a sunny day here and there (only FOUR of them, according to my favorite meteorologist, since October) was either butt-cold or very windy or both. But yesterday was pretty darned nice, even though it was rather breezy. A sweatshirt and jeans helped with that (although I’m thinking onion goggles might be in order to keep my eyes from watering!)
So, we took a beach walk!


The Olympic mountains were plugged in! Lots of snow up there, unlike last year.

We witnessed our neighbor here catch a cutthroat as we walked past. He does catch and release, which I don’t understand (unless the current season requires it). I mean, injure the fish with your hook and toss it back in? Isn’t that rather cruel? What’s the point?

This behemoth rolled in on a storm several months ago and is now wedged in front of our house over the beach berm. John said he needs to bring down the chain saw and cut it up so it’ll float away in pieces. Somebody had tied a rope to it at some point, probably to haul it out to the water to float away, where it then found our beach. Gee, thanks.

So, this was funny: When we were about ready to head down for our walk, Mojo was sleeping on the bed and I said to him, “You want to go for a walk? Go to the beach?” He almost always joins us (since he was a tiny lil’ thang), but it’s been months since we’ve ventured down there (because: weather). He blinked at me and laid his head down on his giant paws, so John and I left for the beach. As we walked and searched for agates, I kept looking behind us to see if Mojo had “gotten the message,” but apparently he hadn’t. We’d walked quite a ways when we encountered some neighbors sitting on the beach in front of their place under their newly erected Earth flag (it’s Earth Day!) and we chatted for a while, catching them up on all the particulars of the &$+@!! parties that have us all pissed as hell. And then the woman says, “Is that your cat?” We turned around and there was Mojo several feet away, rolling on the beach in the sunshine! He’d quietly followed us after all! He understood! Good boy!
This is pretty cool! John’s been volunteering at the Hydroplane Museum in Kent a couple of times a week, working to restore the 1979 Miss Squire Shop, that he originally helped build all those years ago. A film crew from the Tri-Cities area came in and interviewed some of them and took some video for a news segment, and here it is! And yes, you can see (and hear) John!
NBC Right Now/KNDO/KNDU Tri-Cities, Yakima, WA |
Back to dreariness. 

It’s currently pouring down rain. Sigh.