Saturday Hubby and I decided we really needed to get away from the fray, so we took off for a day together, just the two of us to get our batteries recharged. Although we had a blueprint for the day, we ended up doing something totally different. As hubby explained, this is what retirement will be like – doing what you want when you want to! All I can say is, I'm ready. And in that vein, I'm happy to report that the ad for my replacement went in the newspaper this week. Here's praying for some really viable candidates.
Our first stop yesterday was Washington Park in Anacortes. There is a winding 2-mile loop with some really breathtaking views:
I think next year we're going to have to take a picnic lunch and Maggie and spend some time there. Next stop was some furniture shopping. Our old and battered recliners with the puppy chew marks really needed to go, and since I don't need room for a lap dog anymore (sigh), we decided the time was ripe. We looked at the Ekornes chairs from Norway. After wiping up the drool, we gave some serious consideration, but were put off by the exorbitant price. They were indeed about the most comfortable chairs we've ever sat in, but some serious saving would be in order. We decided to check a few more places and lo and behold, found some Action recliners that were quite similar and about half the price. They are every bit as comfortable and while probably not as high quality, suit us just fine. The style we got is similar to the one in the link, but just a little different.
Mei-Mei had her first dental visit this week. She did pretty well for a two-year-old, although she kept saying, "I'm done, I'm done".
This afternoon is rather quiet. Ben & Abby are off doing house related paperwork (they've found a house, but the deal is not final yet), Hubby is off picking up our new chairs and Mei-Mei is napping. I gave Isobel two small skeins of yarn and a feather duster and she's been happily entertaining herself for an hour, humming and singing!
Thank you all for your kind thoughts about Kirby. I'm sure you'll understand if I don't reply individually to each one. We're so grateful that we had almost 16 wonderful years with him. I remember the day he came to live with us – Valentine's Day 1994. I had just come home from a quilting class and Ben met me at the car. He said I needed to come in and sit down. Of course, I knew then something was up. Bill came into the house wearing his leather jacket. He reached inside and drew this little ball of fluff out of his inside pocket. He said, "This is Tyler and every time you look at him I want you to remember how much I love you!" After a few days it became obvious that he was not a Tyler, but a Kirby. For the last 15+ years, Kirby has indeed reminded me of my husband's love for me. Not a bad job for a little dog!