We’ve had summer – I guess. It reached 82 on Sunday. It’s 56 today. Naturally we aren’t jealous of those of you in 100+ degree weather. No north westerner could handle it. This weekend is our big area celebration – “Whaling Days.” Don’t ask. I have no idea why they call it that. While a whale might be able to make it into our inlet, it is highly unlikely. They do come down into Puget Sound, but it would take a number of turns t find their way into our inlet. However, people say they have made it before.
The event takes place in our little park. It is the nicest park in the area. The advantage of having this event so close is our area gets spruced up at least once a year. Friday night there was an awful roar outside my window. It went on so long I finally got up to see what was happening. It appeared that some country workers had taken a lunch or coffee break in the parking lot across the street and left their piece of machinery running. It was a striper. They were putting down nice fresh yellow lines on the roads leading to the park.
My pastor said it was called Whaling Days because we were suppose to have a whale of a good time. Right! If you like large crowds, traveling carnival rides, overpriced fair food, and no place to sit — it’s perfect. I do admit to enjoying the walking traffic past out building. People watching is wonderful. I do hope it is warm enough to stay on the porch. I’m taking my camera this year.
The Saturday morning parade passes two blocks away. I have to go. My granddaughter is riding her unicycle this year. I will take my chair early and find a shady part — unless it is cold and then I’ll sit in the sun.
There will not be a parking spot in the area. Two of the largest lots are next to our building. The sheriff will park his car outside my window and that street will be blocked. He is usually as bored with his job as the people here are with the event. Most hate the traffic, the noise. I say it is only one weekend – deal with it.
Admittedly when they are still making noise at one or two in the morning, the fun disappears. Two years ago, a group of kids sat at our corner and argued with each other. You know how arguments go – louder and louder until my upstairs neighbor told them she was trying to sleep. They left, but they did not stop arguing.
Out former maintenance man has moved on. He took his last load out this morning. No one knows where he is going or what he is going to do. He has both a brother and a sister in the area. His mother is here from Georgia. He mentioned in the past that he could not stay with his brother. He never said why. While his past and his lies have caught up with him, but I hope he has a place to stay. He is a former drunk. Some ting he has still not given up the bottle. It seems like he has told so many lies he doesn’t know the truth from the stories. He has always confused people because his storied constantly change. He cannot keep them straight. His most laughable habit was to tell is stories or a small group or one person and make them promise they will not tell anyone. Later you would hear him telling another group the same story and asking them to make the same promise. Then he would get made because so many people knew his “secret.” Duh! He probably told them all.
The administration has moved downtown leaving the former office building empty. It sits next to our property. They are trying to sell it to lower their debt. Some bad financial mistakes were made a few years back and they are still trying to get out from under the burden. The building has been for sale for the past two years and the current realtor believes it will sell better if it is empty. Maybe. I think it is not selling because they want too much and the economy here is not that good.
Well, that catches you up with my life. Boring, isn’t it.
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