Summertime

 

August 09-12

I left for Kuwait after a glorious summer with friends and family.

New hairstyle

Too many people, so Parker is in the trunk of the Prius!

New Belgium brewery in Asheville with Scott and Adrianne.

Yep, I was tasting too.

Safeco Field in Seattle

Snoqualmie Falls (thank you Carol Gary!)

Family! Nephew and brother

Fireworks over Lake Stevens on July 4th.

More family: Liz, Ursula, and Todd

History: My grandmother is the sister with dark hair on the right

My nieces in my grandmother’s (L, Mikayla) and great-grandmother’s (R, Kaleah) wedding gowns.

History: Will of John Blinkhorn from 1804?

Multnomah Falls

Different color hydrangeas on the same bush

The Cottey girls with the Rosie’s at the Rosie the Riveter Museum in San Francisco.

Alley in San Francisco with murals on all the walls

There was even Maxx from Where the Wild Things Are

Tales of struggle and hope

Framed by hugs living plants and vines

on garage doors

and there were flowers

Monseñor Oscar Romero

Mosaic artwork all the way up this staircase

It was really high up

And then there was this one too

More mosaics that started with in the ground dwellers and ended with the sky

above ground dwellers and the sky was after the slight turn int he stairs

Sausalito, CA

A few dinosaurs and critters at the French Connection in Pittsboro, NC

A man and his hawk in Wilmington, NC (this is Parker and it’s not his hawk)

We went to the Serpentarium in Wilmington, NC where this fellow was hanging out. He is NOT stuffed.

Neither were these incredibly poisonous snakes

Floating candles at the Harry Potter book release party

Deer grazing everywhere

I was incredibly remiss in getting photos with friends. I must remember to remedy that next year.

I find it interesting the various routes I find myself on when someone else books my flights. I flew through Newark

What an offer! I had a lovely 20 year old single malt scotch

and then on to Frankfurt to land in Kuwait at about 10 pm on the 10^th. Over the next couple days I unpacked and did laundry and then repacked for Sri Lanka. I headed for the airport at about 11:30 pm on the 12^th for a flight that was due to leave a bit before 4:00 am. I don’t like to ask Abdul, the taxi driver, to take me places in the middle of the night. 11:30 is late enough and I can easily wait in the airport. I have at least mastered that part of traveling: the wait.