Merry Christmas to All!
Thanksgiving 2008
Saro walking at Carkeek Park (he’s way ahead of me in
green there).
This
year we spent Thanksgiving at home here in Seattle.
Mixed Emotions
Let’s celebrate and continue to hope...
We
really
want to celebrate the election of Barack Obama as
president.
Obama’s election to office is one of those moments
where one remembers where they were when it happened.
Vote NO on Proposition 8 in California!
How is this a threat?
Voting has begun! I just have to add my two cents to
the blogosphere...
But it’s much more then two cents. It’s the future
for myself, Saro, and others down the
line.
Saying Goodbye and Visiting Family in Japan
This week we have been back in Saro’s hometown in
Japan. We’ve come to participate in the “49th Day”
following his father’s passing. This is a time where
the family moves the ashes from the home to the
grave.
Being Melancholy
It
has been a melancholy week. Saro had to go to Japan
suddenly because of an illness of a family
member.
Christmas Parties and Dinners 2007
Thanksgiving at Dillon Beach 2007
Thanksgiving Day was spent visiting with my Aunt K
and her step daughter's family who make a tradition
of renting a beach house at Dillon Beach each
Thanksgiving. This is the second year I’ve joined
them. The first year (last year) both Saro and I
joined them. Both times have been really a great day
relaxing, walking the beach, playing games and
enjoying a great meal with family and extended
family.
A Day at MOMA
Before heading down to San Francisco I found an article on the web that listed the current gallery shows to see in the bay area. One stunning photo jumped out at me; wow! I gotta see that!
Read More...Oh Shoosh! Scram! Damn Deer!
Waking up the next day, it was to the delight of
seeing deer chomp down on Dad’s backyard garden. He
actually lives in a fairly dense urban area - but is
only a short 1/4 mile from a regional park. It’s not
uncommon to see deer, raccoons, and skunks walking
down the middle of the street. Cougars have been
spotted too; at least the warning signs near the
viewpoint say so.
Pit Stop @ Olive Pit
For years I’ve ridden and driven along I-5 and have
passed the town of Corning, ignoring the chance to
pull over and visit the Olive Pit. Why? I
love
olives! Ever since mom opened up a can and I placed 5
on each finger tip to do the
“Look Mom, Mickey Mouse”
wave, I’ve loved olives: in salads, on a pizza, out
of dad’s martini (when he wasn’t looking) or straight
out of the jar or can.