Mural

Here's the other half of the cool mural on the way down to Fairhaven on the bike. A windy day here and many people seem to be cutting out early for the holiday weekend. So I may too. Time to maybe go buy some paint and put a coat or two on the upstairs before I move my stuff in. I don't know why I never lived in the more spacious upstairs with views of Mt. Baker and the San Juans (well Lummi Island, at least) versus the cramped downstairs room. And it's brighter and quieter too.

Change is good. And the search for a housemate ensues. No rush though. Maybe I will live alone for a bit.

And I forgot how neat it is to hear the crying of gulls in the morning. I sometimes forget how cool it is to live on the Puget Sound. Fortunately, my daily journeying exposes me to its beauty, so my thoughts of saltwater detachment are usually short-lived.