Not that you’d know that from my sketchy blog history this summer!
I’m just back from a quick trip to San Francisco with my BFF, Debbie Macomber. It was short but sweet!
The adventure began at Seattle’s Safeco Field, where the legendary Seahawk, Richard Sherman, held his annual charity softball game. Richard believes in giving back, and his fellow players stepped up to help, drawing thousands of fans. In fact, some 20,000 tickets were sold, with all the profits going toward education. This country girl was gob-smacked to sit in a suite, meet the players, and snap a few photos on the field. These unselfish men and women–yes, there are women in professional baseball now, and at the major league level!–were inspiring to watch. They were so gracious to their fans, many of whom were children, autographing footballs and programs and whatever else was shoved at them with tireless good humor. Debbie and her husband, Wayne, are huge Seahawk supporters and, after this event, I could really see why.
After the game, we returned to Debbie’s beautiful home in Port Orchard, both of us tuckered out! After a good night’s sleep, Debbie and I headed for San Francisco for some girl time. We shopped in Chinatown and hung out with Debbie’s good friend, Candy Jensen, of “Crochet Today” fame. We enjoyed dim sum, and I had the best fried oysters EVER when we lunched at Fisherman’s Wharf. Debbie and I used our quiet time to talk plot, catch up on all the news, and enjoy spending time together.
Hanging out with Deb is always inspirational. We laughed and cried, brainstormed and talked about books, books, and more books. Our fetish for writing is equalled only by our fascination with reading.
I arrived home late last night, to an enthusiastic welcome from Mowgli and Tule, who had been well taken care of in my absence, but greatly missed. The cats, Button (21 years old) and Wiki, were less excitable, but still very happy to see Mama back on the ranch. Wiki, normally reticent, spent most of the night on my bed, staking out his claim to a spot between the dogs. And as much fun as I had, I, like Deb, was so happy to be home, with my four boy babies, able to sleep in my own bed and soak in my bathtub.
Life is good.