News from Shine

[gfrancie]

Last night the most super amazing man in the world came and got me from work. We managed to find parking and went to one of my favorite places.

Ivars! *skips about singing "Acres of Clams"* (no jokes...please)

Anyways, we sat out on the waterfront, eating lot's of fish and chips, coleslaw and watching the seagulls. Those beasts realize what a good game they have going on. They eat their weight in french fries. But they are pushy.
I found it fairly funny that they would try different approaches with people. Sometimes they would be loud and obnoxious and scream (much like a two year old) and when that wasn't working they would sort of coo. Going for a pathetic "oh woe is me, I haven't had a meal in several years" approach. It worked strangely enough.

Then I got on a ferry, listened to some people behind me bitch about someone.

Then...My mother arrived and she filled me in on all of the hot gossip.
Middle-aged women engaging in shouting matches in public. Things burning down, people divorcing, shouting matches in the letters to the editor section of the local newspaper.

All of the good stuff that you can find in any small town. Especially mine. Port Townsend is a place that only Truman Capote meets Tennessee Williams could invent.
Oh the dark twisted amusing things that lie beneath.

Then I visited friends last night. Had too much tea and floated home.


Today I create from scratch a ballroom. I love this work. I am given free reign. I will have to take pictures.

Oh yes, I met my mothers new cat. Sadie is her name. She is the most warm-hearted love Kitty I have ever met.
My mother isn't really a cat person. She is fairly allergic, yet she was always a good sport when we were growing up and let us have many cats. She wasn't terribly fond of them. Yet, she met this one at the pound and they found they needed eachother.
Sadie is ten years old, fairly set in her ways and they suit eachother. I think my mother has found the great love of her life. Sadie lives on the ironing board in my mothers bedroom, and she loves loves loves to be petted and sleep next to my mother who strangely enough is not having a reaction to her.

Okay enough cat talk.

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[photosexual.livejournal.com]

While dining outdoors at Ivar's with a co-worker once, we had a particularly determined seagull stalking us. He was almost like a cat, where if you looked away or didn't provide enough of a distraction, he'd edge closer and try to slyly sample from the plate. The co-worker was also a fan of tabasco sauce, and ate it with almost everything. He brought his bottle out, and liberated a french fry with it. The bird beleived it was finally time to get some food, and snatched the fry without hesitation from his fingers.

Have you ever seen a seagull actually stand every feather up on his body simultaneously?

I have. It's a unique sight. But I don't agree in the method that was used to do it.

As long as they're not flyin' overhead of the dining experience and dropping presents, I think the seagulls are a necessary part of the Ivar's atmosphere, and productive useage of any of the manky fries served with the order. And darn good bird photography up close, if you like that sort of thing.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

Those seagulls are the most aggressive panhandlers around.

[closh2.livejournal.com]

LIfe in a small town. How cool! When I was growing up in Edmonds, I used to walk to the beach and hang out and spend time watching the people play vollyball and such. I had such a great tan! (What ever happened to the days when sunning yourself was an acutal art form?) I've never been to the Ivar's down on the docks, but when my friend worked at Steamers, I used to hang out there and get free food from her. There is definately something to be said about the waterfront and the atmosphere that's there. I can't wait to see pictures of the decorating job you did for the Deb ball. That is cool! I didn't know they still had those things. Is your friend high society?

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

my friends aren't high society. Just someone who likes the proper correct thing.
It is a slightly tongue in cheek thing, but we had fun.

[teal91.livejournal.com]

I may be popping my own balloons here but if I may sit by the dock.. I have thought about visiting and settling in to Port Townsend and wondering if people do adjust to something less harried and gargantuan than Seattle? My brother and his wife found Portland to suffice living in a suburb south of the city. We both visited Tofino out on the West of Vancouver Island in the 80's and going back he reports that the place is more gentrified now, the produce selection is better and I gather the rents are squeezing on the locals. A good rest of the summer to you maam, and to ekdogg

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

Well okay here is the thing.
Port Townsend is a nice place to raise children.
There really isn't a way to make a decent living unless you work for the city, the mill, or the school district.
Everyone else scrapes by with two or more jobs.
It has become more gentrified over the years and those darn Californians did drive up the prices of homes considerably so people really can't afford it.

People adjust because they look for something fairly laid back.
The town is cursed. Nothing ever gets done, people spend all of their time arguing and being pretentious twits. The boring liberal art drones spend their time patronizing the local natives and going off about protecting everything, but they don't do a thing.
The locals just want to be left alone.

I enjoyed growing up there, but it was a bit different then.

Just, don't be the asshole who moves to town and tries to tell people immediatly how to do things differently.

Yeah, so that was a bit of a morose post. *laughs*

It is a beautiful place, but not for everyone. But hey it does have parks, places to eat and a couple of movie theaters and so many fucking festivals it is crazy.

the end.

[teal91.livejournal.com]

thanks for that lo down.. My wife grew up vacationing 3 hours up the coast at Pismo Beach. A pier, ocean, the Beach Comber was their place for a week or two, an easy half a block from the beach. Now the hills are filling up with houses, and the Beach Comber was remade into a pricey place to stay.
Still ocean is ocean and the one time I was there for 4th of July the cops were easy going and the crowd was good about digging pits in the sand for fireworks.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

ocean can be ocean if everyone is given access to the sand. But often twits will come along, buy it all up and aren't polite about the beach rights. (most of which entail letting people walk past)

I just like the nasty "it's all mine" attitude of many. Then they wonder why the locals aren't so friendly.

[teal91.livejournal.com]

Pismo Beach seemed to have this penchant the last few years for big political wrangles, big old disputes. Down here, the hills were looking good for a smoggy summer in Burbank and we are knee deep in people running for governor, 125 or so at last count..

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

I am a native of Washington, so I view California with an untrusting eye.
Everyone seems batty down there.

[teal91.livejournal.com]

I got, if not morose, regretful because I vegged mightily and caught up on sleep and REM time on my first day off from work.
Are you closing in on that MacArthur grant yet?!

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

yeah...right. *laughs*

[teal91.livejournal.com]

Matisse's soup.. pondering what that might be..
I am craving a big old house with comfortable settling noises I have a Long Island iced tea in my hand and Elephant by the White Stripes and In a Silent Way by Miles Davis are cued up. A pair of broken-in boots are propped up on the rail. The balcony is wide and the evening sky is all purple and gold. A breeze is eddying in from the west. A train whistle blows in the distance and somewhere out there a rich Aunt is going to ship me a caboose. Two of them in fact. One for the cats and one for me to set up a hideaway reading nest. I think I'll call up June and Henry Miller and Anais Nin and James Dean and Natalie Wood and Sam Cooke the singer and put some tri tip on the range... Have a good night!!

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

I do have a question, who are you? and how did you find my journal?