I know, I know, we’ve been remiss. It’s been days since either Groom or I have written an entry, but if we had, it would look something like this…
Dear Diary, we packed the van.
Dear Diary, we unloaded the van.
Dear Diary, we’ve laundered the clothes, cleaned the house (again). Made more jewelry, rinsed the dishes, prepared for our housesitter, bought groceries, packed up our stuff, loaded the van.
Well, you get the picture and see why we would never bore you with such snoozy details.
Dear Diary, we packed the van.
Dear Diary, we unloaded the van.
Dear Diary, we’ve laundered the clothes, cleaned the house (again). Made more jewelry, rinsed the dishes, prepared for our housesitter, bought groceries, packed up our stuff, loaded the van.
Well, you get the picture and see why we would never bore you with such snoozy details.
In case you’re still awake, we’re almost ready to hit the trail again, heading for Seattle this time to sell our jewelry at the U-District Street Fair, where as you can see by this sign, you can find anything including “Psoriasis and Exzema.” Apparently it is free and lasts forever.
And with the iffy-mixed weather reports, all I can do at this point is invoke the well-worn and beloved ancient Saturday Market incantation, “sun, oh sun, sun I hope.”
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