Awoke to mostly sunny skies and warm temps, in fact, hot in
the sun. It’s not humid but the heat
from the sun is intense. Everyone is
saying they can’t believe how hot it is in their houses. Our apartment windows only face directly east
and west and unless there is a breeze we’re not cooling. The portable fan is a
small help. Off to the gym early. Pat in Jacuzzi and warm water pool and Chuck
on the machines. Off to Dean’s house,
this is what we call it now. The house
of milk-monster-cutie-face- little-toes.
Pat picks a quart of red raspberries from Bren and Zach’s bushes, more
to come. The garden is overflowing with
lettuces and herbs. Bren runs errands and Grandma Pat has a whole one and a
half hours with Dean in mellow face time.
He is mesmerized by her silly talk and facial expressions. He seems to be changing daily just since we
arrived. His soft little head is so fun to
nuzzle. Friends from San Fran are
visiting for the weekend arriving tonight.
So, we take the opportunity to take a long weekend out of town. Stop off at F. Street café for an
incredible dinner of seasoned fresh grilled king salmon with lemon buerre blanc
risotto and veggies. We watch the chefs
cook right in front of us. Who would
think this tiny bar would have such elegant tasty food. Leaving for Homer in the AM. Nightly night baby Dean we are missing you
already.
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