Saturday, September 29, 2012

Reasons - 9/28/2012

It was a dark and stormy night -- no, I think that was in Texas.

It was foggy, dreary, and cold -- that could happen in Texas, also.

However, the handwriting is on the wall, or the trees, and our sense is that we should go.

The tree which was green and now a beautiful red, is shown with our favorite hardware store sign in the background on the left, and the overhead gateway to lovely downtown Anacortes just to the right of the tree.

As we finish last minute chores and errands we see -- what pumpkins and firewood?   Fall, Halloween, harvest, cold weather?

Reason to go.

At 5p en punto Herb and I are engrossed in reading our books, Jake is asleep in the cockpit, and we hear this very LOUD boom.  I am reading Northern Lights, which tells of a fatal shooting, and I think I am shot!  Herb looks up with a look of horror on his face and says, "What the heck was that?"

It is only when Jake comes bounding into the cabin (yes it is warm and the door is open), that we realize it is Friday afternoon and time for the five o'clock Town Cryer to shoot the cannon at the main dock of the marina to begin the evening's musical entertainment.  We pet our little trembling boy and reassure him that all is OK.

Yes, time to go!

Willie of Willie's Tug,
   and of Walldog, Willie and Jake
   Friday, September 28, 2012

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