Nowhere to go

I think Lonny had been here about 10 days when we were snowed in for a week. Every night it would snow and school would be canceled again. Emily was not arguing about sleeping in. With no homework she could have gone another couple of weeks with that monotony.

I think Lonny left the house everyday. He took Emily to piano lessons on some treacherous mountain peak. He took Emily to the dentist. He got the oil in the car changed. He picked up essentials, like donuts, when we ran out. That four wheel drive was worth every cent in those blizzard conditions. Look, the snow is almost to the top of Emily's flip flops. Some people have expressed concern about Lonny spending the day at home. But he is not afraid to leave.

Groundhogs were not alone spotting their shadow in February. And you know what that means....the sun is out. (And by the way that tree trunk looks much more substantial with Jenny, Jon, Kirsten, Colton, Eric and Emily sitting on top.) We had sunny days for walks to Cap Sante Park and the marina. Lonny may have come home with this boat if he had the checkbook.

This is the memorial for those lost at sea from Anacortes. (Emily refers to those from Anacortes as Annacordians.) Sadly there is ample room for more names. I became interested in this subject when I discovered the family whose home we purchased is a prominent fishing family with a commercial fishing boat disaster in their history. In fact the worst fishing boat disaster in US history up until that point. I read the book.

Lonny and I also hiked on Whidbey Island right straight across from the house. Mt. Baker is in this photo but covered in snow and too faint to see, but it is right there in the middle. You will probably just have to take my word for it.

And there is our house. Right there.

And Deception Pass Bridge. That is how far it is from the house.

So do not fret about Lon E. being retired. Life is good.