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It is another beautiful day out and children across the nation are waking up and saying, "aw damn" to themselves as they go off to school.
Today I am off to visit My Mother, my brother Michel and my sister Miss Kitty. Yes it is another exciting visit to Port Townsend and the Gibson Family Manor.

I promise tales for everyone when I get home.
Now play nice and don't set fire to the house.

Come visit with me. I promise tea.

I had another thrilling visit to Port Townsend. My Mother finished my skirt and added a bit of vintage trim to really make it original. The woman always does amazing things to things she makes me. She loved the pattern I found and how amazingly simple it was that she is keeping it so she can make my sister Miss Kitty a skirt or two and a few for herself.
My Mother asks me often what I will do about having amazing things made for me when she dies.
I suppose I will just force one of my children to become amazing tailors...or break down and learn how to sew much better.
The attention to detail on this skirt is fantastic. I had a fun time visiting with her at work. She gave me a couple of knitting lessons and explained a few technique things to me and explained how damn easy it could be to make a sweater. I am tempted. Highly tempted. I then bought her lunch and she shared all the local town gossip with me. Such a sordid place at times.
The worst is going to the grocery store because I look at some of the clerks and my uncle knows fascinating things about a few of them.
(All I am going to say on that subject is the internet is a dangerous thing in a small town)
Then My Sister lightprincess89 and my brother Michel came downtown and I took them for ice cream because I am nice like that. I even bought a present for Mr. Jenner, my Mother and kukaburra candy for my sister and I. Mike settled for gummy worms. I ran into my friend Meighan's Mother who is always funny and it was just a party all around.
After that much excitement and gossip...and incredible food (I suggest the mexican chocolate ice cream at Elevated Ice Cream) I came home.
Now, normally in the evening the ferries don't exactly coordinate with the bus I take home. I end up having to sit at the bus stop for about forty minutes hoping some weird creepy sort doesn't bother me. But tonight I somehow got lucky. For once the ferry came in three minutes early and those valuable three minutes gave me time to run ten city blocks in my sandals (half of which were up very very steep hills) to catch my bus home by half a minute. I think a lung collapsed in the process but I am home half an hour earlier which pleases me to death. The death that nearly came. I think if the Olympics ever came to Seattle they could do a hundred yard dash to the ferry/bus race and I would win Gold three times over. I would be the Mark Spitz of the event.

I think it is high time I go and take a bubble bath and not think too much about the fact that I have to be at work tomorrow by seven a.m. Because that would make me weep.

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