It's the first time I've had such awful Jet Lag. I sat down to knit a little last evening and before I knew it , the clock read 3:25. AM! Work today was a little challenging with a fuzz-brain. So no stories of the Great Pacific Northwest yet. I'll leave you with a special treat, a poem for Daphne, who I sadly, missed seeing , but who reminded me of this gem:
maggie & millie & molly & may
. . . e. e. cummings
maggie and millie and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and
millie befriended a stranded star
who's rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea.