Orcas Island Getaway: Day 7

It looks like the gods may be smiling on us for our last day on Orcas. We are going to have a beautiful sunset, it appears. Steve and Rosie are on the dock, and I'm sitting on the rise over the beach here at the Beach House.

The pace here on Orcas is so different from ours at home. Is it better here? I don't know. I know sometimes our lives seem humdrum and hectic, filled with the demands of clients, the upkeep of a large house and grounds, the complications of living in a neighborhood of such varied lifestyles. Sometimes it seems overwhelming, and if we didn't have a sense of humor, we'd go crazy.

We've had a wonderful time, even though the weather hasn't met our ideal. We've had so many neat experiences, and Rosie has had the best time on the beach. I was watching her tonight on the dock while Steve photographed the sunset. She was chattering to the people who had gathered on the dock to watch the sunset. I was fearful that she was bothering people who'd come to enjoy the serenity of the sun setting over the ocean. What was she saying to them? I asked her later what her conversations had been.

She told me she'd told people about her hamsters and our cats. Blabber, blabber. Steve said he'd heard people laughing at the things she had told them. Sometimes she surprises me with the things she comes up with. She asked me today, "Is it illegal to impersonate a doctor?" Then later, we were talking about something and she said, "I beg to differ." I don't know where it comes from.

We didn't do much today, just took it easy. We tried to walk around Madrona Point but the Lummi tribe, which owns it, had posted that it was closed. I had to wash a load of jeans at the laundromat, then we ate lunch at a place called Vern's, which was pretty good. For dinner, we had Greek chicken sausages that the organic market in Eastsound was grilling.

Tomorrow, we're off to Seattle. It seems like we have been away so long. I haven't read a newspaper, don't know what's going on in the world. I did get a sad email from our friend, Elizabeth. Her old kitty, Oscar, passed away yesterday at age 17. He was a good old cat. Rest in peace, old fella.