Operations Belly Fat

bowl of thai food

I just came back from visiting my youngest son, Jimmy, in Longmont, CO. Jimmy has a German Wirehaired Pointer, Otto. This puppy is very smart but the word “stranger” is not in his vocabulary. He plopped on top of me right away the first night (all 75 lbs)–while I was trying to sleep. Then he kept kicking me the next night when he was dreaming.

We took lots of walks around Jimmy’s neighborhood. I was laughing at myself. I’ve gotten so used to waving and talking to everyone that drives by in Sequim. But I had to control myself and not wave to any cars in Longmont. Not easy.

I nicknamed the trip, “Operations Fat Belly” because we ate so much food. Farmer’s Market Indian cuisine, breakfast pastry and pizza, Dim Sum, Peking Duck, and very yummy Thai food.


“I nicknamed the trip, “Operations Fat Belly” because we ate so much food. Farmer’s Market Indian cuisine, breakfast pastry and pizza, Dim Sum, Peking Duck, and very yummy Thai food.”


We invented a new family game, “Synchronized TV Napping” after eating all the food. Our first movie was “How to train a dragon.” Love that story.

I got introduced to Disc Golf and survived 18 holes in the heat with my son. (I have been “wimperized” since moving to Sequim. Anything above 70 and I am melting.)

I’m not used to cities anymore and traveling to SeaTac Airport and parking there literally freaked me out. The long-term parking lot was in a not-so-good area of town and the parking attendant was scary. As I left the parking lot, I waved a silent goodbye to my little Honda Element — “Poor little burro, I am sorry I have to leave you with such scary strangers!” Preparing to fly back gave me a nervous stomach ache. I was hoping I wouldn’t get lost and get to the parking lot in the dark. See there, I am so good at imagining the worst. Haha, but I survived! There were new parking attendants and they were very nice and helpful.

I came back and immediately had to set up my own disc golf basket. The one-acre Minipawss Farm can have three of these. Grandma had no clue that such a sport existed before the trip.

So back to Sequim, WA. We have mice!!! I thought that I had died and gone to heaven when I moved to Sequim. Then I found out that heaven has lots of weeds, molehills, and mice.

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