Oy. Yesterday our landlord embarked on a 4-day, 7:30 in the morning until 6 o’clock at night project to completely re-do our roof (it had an illegal 3 layers that were leaking). So this means a whole lot of banging, thumping, and scraping, and from what I understand, it’s just going to get louder. Thank goodness we’re escaping to Auntie Corinne’s today, and I have an all-day babysitting gig tomorrow.

Now! Where were we? Still in Spokane, in photoland. Let’s go…

Thursday it was h-o-t, much to my delight. We took the dogs for a nice sweaty walk in the morning, and then Fleeta and Brenna and I went to my favorite store in Spokane, Finders Keepers, where I purchased a delicate pearl ring, oval green-hued opal earrings and some cute sunglasses (seen in above photo).

Then I muumuu-d it up while we waited for the rest of the guests to arrive.

Can you spot the Maggie dog?

Bob and Fleeta fixed up an elaborate make-your-own-tacos station, and as usual, everything was delicious.

One of Fleeta’s friends had made her homemade marshmallows and graham crackers, which I had as a s’more that evening. SO GOOD. I need to find the recipe for those homemade graham crackers. They were buttery.

The Boy chatting with his grandfather. I’ve always thought they look quite a bit alike.

We brought home yet another mound of old tee-shirts of the Boy’s (they seem never-ending). This pile was mostly all size smalls, perfect gym shirts for me and muscle shirts for the Boy.

Naturally after everyone else arrived I neglected to take photos…such is life.

At any rate I had a wonderful, relaxing two days in Spokane but had to leave Friday morning in order to fly back to Seattle to complete Part 2 of my Two Vacations in One! Stay tuned!

Oh yeah, something weird happened last night. I was on the computer when the Boy called from the living room, “There’s a man in our front yard in his underwear.”

What? I raced to the living room window, and sure enough, a very confused-looking elderly man was toddling around our front lawn, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and white underpants and nothing else.

“You better get out there and help him!” I told the Boy, who was already putting on a shirt and shoes. He ran outside and called after the man, who is, as it turns out, one half of the elderly couple who lives next door to us who I’d never met.

The weird part is, when the Boy walked the man back to his house, police were in his driveway, looking for a fugitive who had last been seen on foot somewhere near our yards. Totally unrelated to the demented man in his underpants outside. Weird? Weird. I scanned the internet for news but found nothing. We locked up tight last night.

* I wish!