Yard

I am not a slave to my yard, but merely a servant. An I enjoy working on it, and fortunately it is tiny and quite manageable. And the house too. Taking time to hose and clean off the 80 year-old cedar siding elevated my comfort level that the house will probably outlast me.

Here is a picture taken a few weeks back down by the docks of Bellingham's burly past. I've heard this tanker is a standby for the shipping company down in Seattle. I've never seen it move.

But a Sunday spend at my moonlighting gig with plenty of time to work on a spreadsheet that is taking on a life of its own. Enough looking at a computer screen. Time to sleep.