My friend Lisa of Lisa Bolton Arts, is, as I type this, boarding the ferry that will bring her across the Sound to Friday Harbor on San Juan Island. Amoeba and I are going out to play today. Don’t expect us back until evening. Why don’t all of you go out and have fun as well?
The sun is coming out and it looks like it is going to me a dazzling day in the PNW. All the better for charming our visitor. However, I forgot to order wholesale sunglasses and I still haven’t found a pair on this island anywhere, so after a day of squinting at the sun, I may very well NOT be back this evening.
Somebody remind me to order sunglasses as soon as I get back in. You’d think the migraines themselves would make it unnecessary for me to need an external reminder, wouldn’t you? Apparently that isn’t so.
Oh, and after I get my new sunglasses — which WILL NOT have a unisex design, remind me not to allow Mr. I’ve-Just-Lost-My-100th-Pair-of-Sunglasses to borrow the dang things.
She: Honey, you borrowed my sunglasses yesterday where are they?
She: You’ve lost my sunglasses, too, haven’t you?
She: I can’t believe you lost my sunglasses in just one day!
He: I didn’t lose them. I put them down somewhere and now I can’t find them.