At Thanksgiving, I drove up to Tacoma to see Mount Ranier. No! It was to visit Donald and Chandler, who had moved away from dear Mupples about the same time as me.
Chandler does that thing with the yarn, I think it’s called “fisting.”
Donald does that thing with the making of homes, I think it’s called “homemaking.”
Mount Ranier is “raniering.”
If you look closely, you can see that the sign says “SIDEWALK SAFE KEEP ROCKIN.” Those are words that you can live by.
I was provided with a desk so I could telecommute.
Here’s Chandler’s office, where she freelances.
I had lots of time for photographs, so here are some lovely portraits.
Assorted house guests:
There was also some playing of music.
Okay, this is the last of them: various images of varying color accuracy. I blame the kerosene lamps used to light their home.
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