Nita really is my cousin, though it’s a stretch. Mostly she’s my friend. She and Lee moved from Newberg up to Castle Rock, WA, several years ago to a lovely home on a wooded lot overlooking mountains and a lake.
She gave me a room with a view, then proceeded to entertain me so thoroughly I barely had time to look out my window. The construction in progress is the shop Lee is gradually building on the one day a week he isn’t “work” working. You see, Lee likes to…let’s just say he likes to putter. And like all dedicated putterers, he needs space to putter.
The weekend goal was to finish the siding on the front.
As Nita and I headed out for a hilly walk, she noticed he could use a little help getting his scaffolding level. They’re quite a team.
This is the home just down the hill from the shop. Yes, it is purple.
The neighbors are so fond of purple they planted only purple flowers in their yard. Their horse wears a purple bridle. Yes, they drive purple cars. Yes, the neighbor wore a purple shirt to work in the yard.
In solidarity with the neighbors, Nita wore a purple shirt to breakfast this morning. Attending church on Saturday evening allows for a leisurely Sabbath morning, and we took full advantage.
The restaurant was part of this historic hotel—Monticello Hotel in Longview. They aren’t smiling for the camera; they are laughing at me for standing on my head to try to get the best angle.
Lee headed back to his shop while Nita and I took a delightful walk around Lake Sacajawea. OK, so we didn’t walk the full 3.5 miles, but we could have. (Yes, I’m still gloating that I can walk now.) She insisted on using my phone to take a bunch of pictures of me so I’d have a detailed record of my visit. I happily obliged.
My farewell hug from Nita included an invitation to return. How about next weekend?