This weekend I learned that it is possible to leave the Bremerton Value Village at closing and still make the 9:45 Winslow ferry to Seattle. How cool is that?
Thrift scores included an assortment of garments that appear to have been tailored just for my quirky body: a black checked polyester blazer, yellow skirt, red and white floral hostess outfit, and a dress best described as demented majorette.
On Sunday we had breakfast with AEM and Mark. Upon hearing that we lived in Olympia at the same time (and did in fact live near him on Cooper Point for awhile) he said but But I don’t remember you.
I replied I had different glasses then.
We had quite an interesting discussion about ghost towns in New Mexico before saying goodbye and departing to pick up and drop off various children.
Later Mark objected to appearing in this journal, which is hilarious. I replied via AEM: welcome to the twentieth century.