ccoming home, micro wave killer, and a memorial

 X-ray of Broken clavicle - does that look to you like it would heal on its own? Right - so surgery is scheduled for the lad October first. After which there may be nerve damage - it is a delicate area.  And so he slings along until then, unable to do much. Pain meds and one handed living for now.

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 When Stella and I left in the morning to catch the ferry, it looked like this-

 Ferry was 35 minutes late due to fog- we went anyway and what do you know, we got on an earlier ferry just in time! Our lucky day! Drove to Whidbey Island, had a look around Coupville, nice little town. Pretty quiet , though there were too many people milling around...more than ten is too many! Whidbey is one of our favorite places. We both agree that we could live there as long as we avoided the military base.

The place we planned to have lunch was rented out to a private party so on we went to LaConner. A mighty good choice.  Fish and chips at the tavern on the deck- enough deep fried goodness to lube our insides for this lifetime.

From there we hit the thrift shop,  a reasonable ending to our travels. The shop is really cheap and sometimes has something worthy for purchase, Here is Stella parting with a dollar...

Reluctantly we came home. She to her little dog and me to Mr. Grumpy Pants. In a snit over the removal of the micro wave . It is very old, used all of the time and just turned nasty! Smoke billowing.  To get the micro wave off and out he used logic and physics and two by fours and blocks of wood . It was a production !  SUCCESS! It is on the floor now and there is an empty space above the real stove where our old wall paper hides.  

Now looking for another micro wave  that will suit our needs. 

 

So , that was our one big  Stella adventure- a couple of days- something we absolutely must do more often.  Mental -health- get -away...neither of us tuned into the world of bad stupid news for three days and felt better for it. 

Yesterday Dennis and I went to Maggie's memorial at the ferry terminal , over 200 people showed up for a very nice afternoon of remembering Maggie. 

That is the little ferry that used to take us to Victoria. Now it only goes to the San Juan Islands or whale watching. Everyone misses the ride up to Victoria. It is an ordeal to get there now. Bummer of a change. 

Surprisingly remembering Maggie was more Lutheran than we expected. Some bible nonsense going on and a sing along hymn of some sort. After the speeches we were invited to join  everyone in the foody  area for a nosh and stories. We left  and did not get  involved in loud conversations about dead Maggie. I still look over at her house in the night to see if her lights are on and to say "good night,Maggie", in my thoughts. Death  is so disagreeable...GONE, for real GONE.  Poof* just like that *, gone. for keeps. 

Here is a photo of a shop  on Water street in Port Townsend. We did not go in. See you another day!