Sharing my table

Sharing my table is a delight, even though it is small and folds up and away. A visit from friends has been my first opportunity to host since moving here. A delightful description is given at <http://popcornandapples.blogspot.com/>. We had a very late dinner of oyster stew, which really turns out to be a chowder, so I don't understand the designation of stew.


We ate well. Rosey's on Rogers was a venue I had been waiting for a chance to try. We all had the special and delighted in the intermezzo, a light lemon & mint sorbet.

By-the-by, I have found that, when out to dinner with friends and the food is fine, I catch myself humming. The way you hum when you feel full of happiness. Maybe that is why I feel akin to Winnie-ther-Pooh, who also hums when happy. I had a beau who thought it slightly offensive that I hummed when we ate. He particularly disliked it when we were with company. I don't think he ever understood why I hummed, even though I tried to explain it. He must not have been a hummer.


Now, more of our adventure...we rode the ferry Klickitat from Port Townsend to Whidbey Island for a VERY blustery run about Fort Casey. The wind blew and the ferry rocked, and truthfully I was uneasy. The next day, as I returned to do work on Whidbey Is. the ferry attendant informed me that the ferry had a crack in the hull and would be out of service. Egad, what a shave with disaster. <http://www.spu.edu/casey/>