July 28, 2006


Along the way to our vacation in the San Juan Islands, I stopped at a little roadside stand to buy some fresh-picked strawberries, and to study this sign:

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What is the significance of the direction arrows that point up, and that point down? I wondered. It's a pretty weatherbeaten directional marker, as you can tell, with much of the lettering fallen off -- but if Life is a Journey, I figure I'd do well to pay attention to whatever signs might show up.

Closer reading revealed that the arrows pointing up indicate the Moon, 238,607 miles, and ISS (International Space Station), 246 miles. Some typical destinations appear in the middle: Tokyo, 4766 miles;Seattle, 50 miles; LaConner. I couldn't imagine what the arrow pointing downward meant other than Hell, but laughed when I saw that it read: China, 7,000 miles.

Scott spent much of his two weeks on the island working on this:


I see a big flat platform like this, set off a dip in the path, and I think: Outdoor theatre in the round -- let's do a little summer Shakespeare!

Jennie, as you can see, also thought this platform had natural staging possibilities:


In truth, it's the platform for a yurt.

What'll we do if we're in the yurt and Mom tells us to go sit in the corner? Jennie asked Allegra. So here they are, acting it out. (Just for the record, I've never in my life punished either kid by making her sit in the corner -- so I don't think this is an eventuality that they need to prepare for.)


Allegra with a friend, in front of the completed yurt. That's an awning over the door, and a deck just large enough for about two chairs, in front.

We had a major Racoon Relocation Project going. At night, we sleep outside on the deck of our cabin, falling asleep to the lapping sound of the waves on the rocks below us; every night we were awakened by the scrabbling sounds of raccoons trying to break into the coolers where we keep our food -- or by our dog, Lady, barking and growling to protect us from the racoons. We managed to trap a couple of them in Havahart traps and relocate them elsewhere.


Such soulful eyes....

Jennie spent a lot of her time collecting beach glass. Here's Lady, posing with the collection:


I ripped back to the ribbing on my Level II vest, due to some gauge issues. Then I proceeded to knit it all back up again, and even further than what I'd ripped -- I'm on the very last round of the body, as of this writing. Knitting this vest has been it's own kind of a journey. And I coyly promise, Pictures later!

In Two Swans Yarns news: New items are arriving, perfect for how-hot-can-it-get, late summer knitting. Among other things, you'll find Regia Bamboo sock yarn, and easy shawl patterns from French Girl.

Posted by Karen at July 28, 2006 12:01 PM

She lied. I was banished to the corner many times in my 19 years.

Posted by: DD#1 at July 28, 2006 04:08 PM

Way to go, that is one really cool yurt! You are such pioneers...

Posted by: Anne at July 28, 2006 04:46 PM

DD#1, you may have had to sit in Time Out on occasion, but never did you have to go sit in the corner.

Posted by: Karen at July 28, 2006 06:06 PM

TMK and I are deep green with envy. We have dreamed of having a yurt for years! (It looks lovely and cosy, by the way.)

Posted by: Ryan at July 29, 2006 08:02 PM

Ryan, you and TMK *must* visit -- and stay over in the yurt!

Posted by: Karen at July 30, 2006 11:21 AM

did you take photos of the inside of the yurt?

Posted by: vanessa at July 30, 2006 06:41 PM

Vanessa, pictures of the inside of the yurt are on Scott's camera. Let me see if he'll send me one, or I'll take my own insider photos during the next trip.

Posted by: Karen at July 31, 2006 08:04 AM