Looking back now it is doesn’t look like much of a list, but
as it was happening it felt like I couldn’t cram one more thing into this busy
month. Both Roger and I had a lot of
projects coming to fruition this month--Things that we’d been working on all
year.
It began gently enough, the weather unseasonably fine, no
rain for many weeks, records being broken.
I joined the island’s walking group on a walk to Cattle Point
Lighthouse.
And of course, Roger was again involved in the second annual
Farm Parade. This year, I got to ride in
the truck with him, pumpkin man riding with us in the back.
Midmonth, the weather turned to its normal, rainy
conditions, and is still trying to make up for lost time.
But I managed to drive to
Olympia
and then
Rockaway Beach,
Oregon
in beautiful weather, stopping to have lunch overlooking
Canon Beach.
The reason for this trip South by myself was my attendance
at the Columbia Basin Basketry Guild’s Fall Retreat. I’d been wanting to go for several years,
conflicts had always arisen. This year I
was determined to go despite the fact that the Barreca’s were meeting the very
weekend of the retreat in Olympia at my sister’s for our annual early
Thanksgiving celebration (Thankstween)
So I decided to go for just two days and three nights and
signed up for one giant two day basketry class—making my own cedar hat. I would leave Saturday morning and be back in
Olympia in time
for the big dinner party with 28 other family members. Unfortunately, the weather going back up to Washington was unruly, I
passed through several squalls (or did they pass through me?) The roads were dicey, but I made it to my
sister’s and had a nice visit with the family.
My husband, however, had gotten sick in the meantime and was unable to
join us. L
As soon as I got back home, it was all about the all-Island
Textile Guild Meeting, that I, as SJ Island rep, was in charge of hosting. We had a new venue, and a great speaker from Whidbey Island.
Also, I had decided to run the first ever “bag raffle” which meant
collecting articles to raffle from the members, sorting, and bringing in the
infrastructure to show off the items.
Thanks to the hard work of a core group of guild members, the meeting
worked out great.
Having no time to rest, the very next day, Thornbush was
spotlighted for a “Farm Tour” as part of the “Savor the San Juans” festival,
the festival that had started so many weeks earlier with the Farm parade. Roger had been working all month to get the
place ready, but the big push to make everything beautiful came in this last
week. It rained and poured all week and
we weren’t expecting much of a turnout, but on Sunday, it stopped raining and
the sun even peaked out for a minute or two.
There wasn’t a big rush of people touring, but a steady little dribble
all day long.
Of course, out in the real world, the Presidential debates are changing the course of history, the Giants sweep the Tigers in the World Series, and the biggest damn storm ever hits the east coast. Meanwhile . . .
Monday, good friends from Seattle visited and left yesterday and today
I got into costume and was able to show off my newly-made cowboy hat. And so October comes to a close.
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