peas in a pod.

August 28, 2010

The term “great aunt” doesn’t always denote generational distinctions.

beachcombing.

July 24, 2010

(also known as torturing crustaceans) – evidence that my sister and Sarah are better companions of a ten-year-old than I am.

hot tub time machine.

July 21, 2010

forty.*

July 20, 2010

* My parents’ anniversary was actually June 20th, but we were celebrating a month late, when we were all together on Orcas Island.

mother’s day, 2010.

May 11, 2010

Same crew, same yard. Different snow, different result.

Winter, 2007:

Winter, 2009:

B and the New Kid on the Block:

mudd pie.

April 22, 2009

We tried out Red Robin when it came to town. I told the waitress that I used to work at one in Seattle. When she asked when that was, and I realized it was more than 15 years ago, I felt really, really old and could no longer be frustrated that she was calling me ma’am. B loved the mudd pie.

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my fabulous family.

July 28, 2008

My family does a lot of quirky things. Some I love, others I make fun of endlessly (not that the two are mutually exclusive). My aunt Dorothy (my mom’s sister) is no exception. When we were little, she was the one who told us all the dirty jokes we embarrassed our parents by sharing at parties, and as we got older, she was there to give us the advice no one else would. This summer, she was the one to pack a special, extremely yummy, picnic for the train ride that Omar and I took from Seattle to Portland (and her husband, my Uncle Carl, made the wonderful hummus).

Because the train was full, Omar and I ended up in a roommette rather than coach seating. The picnic breakfast and lunch – complete with the menu attached – were the perfect addition to the fancy-schmancy adventure.

twenty-five years.

July 27, 2008

I’ve been traveling to Ocean Village during the summers for a quarter-of-a-century. There have been lapses, maybe the longest was 3 years, but in general it’s been every year or two. MacKenzie Beach has changed a lot over the years. Ocean Village was once the only set of cabins along the beach, with campgrounds housing the other travelers. Now there is a large variety of places to stay and only a couple places to camp.

Despite these changes, it’s still Tofino to me. When we were young we used to stay in the cabins closest to the beach, but as we got older, my parents decided they wanted more privacy (as everyone walks to the beach by those beachfront cabins) and so we moved up to the last cabin in the higher set. Here’s our view from there:


feeling crabby?

July 26, 2008

Wading in the water one day, my sister stumbled across a dungeness crab. Not one to waste a teaching moment, she reached down to pick it up and realized that there was something strange about it. Its legs looked warped or tangled. As she pulled it up above the water, a smaller crap fell off the bottom of the dungeness and into the water. Turns out the dungeness was fine, it was just tangled up in love. Steph apparently interrupted the special moment. Oh well…

Once again, not one to waste a teaching moment, Steph brought the crab to the beach to share with all of us.

As for Mr. and Mrs. Crab, hopefully they found each other again.