The Minipawss Farm has a party going—mice, snakes, moles, giant fat slugs, cat (Gato Diablo), and dog. And all the birds are feeding in my two-year-old flower gardens, plus deer, hawks, and eagles. (Side Note: I have put a white flag on the molehills. They've won. I will just convert their territory into a wildflower garden—no more boring patch of grass to mow.
My housemates threw me a great birthday party last night. (Thanks to our wise and awesome Carly😍, I got housemates in 2021. Carly suggested I host an Airbnb with my little RV when she visited last year. By December, I got so desperately lonely in the COVID lockdown that I finally set the RV up for Airbnb. All summer long, the RV has served as a basecamp for many Olympic Peninsula adventurers.) In April, my best Airbnb guests turned into long-term house guests. Now I can't get rid of them!
Anyhow, we broke all the good diet rules—Mimosa at 6 pm. Then huge slices of peanut butter chocolate pie for appetizers. Then fresh sourdough rolls (it's white bread!!!) Then freshly BBQ'd ribs, tri-tips, plus yummy baked beans. (Meat and more meat!!!) Oh, and a little bit of apple coleslaw (minimize vegetable intake, please.)
Then early this morning, Einstein beat you all in birthday greetings. He left me lots of gifts in the bathroom. 😂😂😂 (Gato Diablo was cuddling with me then--I thought Einstein had disgusting gas and made a mental note to change his diet! Mong cha cha grandma.)
When we met a few years ago in Santa Barbara, Pat said that "life is an adventure." I politely nodded but inwardly said, "No, life is a caldron of painful challenges." (That must have been the artist's side of me.) However, since I moved to Sequim, I've found that life indeed has been an adventure. Every day, I wake up, bury my fingers in dirt, observe the immense power of nature, and dream of all the possibilities—imagine a greenhouse, build an outdoor shower, design a botanical garden, paint the ocean...
Ahhh, sorry, again, too long-winded. But it's my birthday, right?
p.s. Mong cha cha in Cantonese means "in the fog," "clueless."