Mauri’s been out at the coast this month as part of the leadership for Sabbath by the Sea. That leaves me at home, keeping the dog alive. She’s matured a lot and doesn’t get into mischief when I’m at work like she used to.
I live one block from where I work, which makes my world quite small. Though I hear and read about the awful weather we’re having here in the Pacific Northwest, I pitter patter back and forth in my one-block commute twice a day, oblivious to the weather woes of those around me. Today is my day off, so I decided I’d hop in my little red puddle jumper and take a drive in the country to see what I could see.
No games on this field today, unless you’re a duck fan.
And look who I found in Forest Grove! He had come from the other direction, heading home for half a day between retreats. And yes, we planned to meet. That would’a been some coincidence, huh?
After lunch, we went our separate ways, though headed to the same destination: home!
Where is my gentleman to lay his coat across the puddle?
Raindrops conceal the restaurant’s identity.
On the drive home I slowed to snap this driveway/lake. Do you suppose the owners own a boat?