Yes, it’s that time again…time for us to move…

This time we are looking to rent in a small town about two hours from Seattle that is right on the ocean. It’s a very picturesque, writer-esque place to live. If I start to write about waves and sand, you’ll know why…I am blogging from the upstairs of the local grocery story (which offers high-speed internet – I mean, it’s still the Northwest) sipping a cafe mocha, looking at a very gray ocean and some long branches of pine and madrona trees. On the drive/ferry trip up here, we stopped at a crepe stand (plain lemon and powdered sugar for me, ham and swiss and mushroom for Glenn) and saw bald eagles gliding along the roads. The people I am staying with told me I appeared in their paper a few days ago. I love small towns! Off to scope out some more houses for rent…

(PS the stores here don’t sell women’s shoes with laces. As if lacing your shoes is too much trouble. I find this odd.)