#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
Atticus, Boo Radley and Irish Stew

Yesterday, Wednesday, Jen, Wendy and I attended our Weight Watchers meeting, as usual.  I’m down 1.4 pounds, I’m happy to say.  Since I started exercising in earnest, I’ve been doing a lose-gain-lose kind of thing.  Fortunately, I am a WW veteran, so I understand the phenom.  (Which is not to say it didn’t frustrate me sometimes.)  I’m determined to keep on riding my stationary bike every day, however–I love the way it makes me feel.

After the meeting, we carvanned it downtown to have lunch at O’Dougherty’s Pub–I might be misspelling the name–where I thoroughly enjoyed a steaming bowl of Irish Stew–delicious!  On the way there, I made some very happy discoveries–two wonderful shops (already well-known to Wendy and Jen, who get out more), one called Atticus and the other, Boo Radley’s.  (Yes, the owner of both establishments is a BIG fan of To Kill a Mockingbird, as am I.  First clue is the bird–a finch, obviously–on the Atticus sign.)  Well, folks, there’s nothing like taking a mini-vacation in your own city.  :)  (I was born in Spokane, and have lived here since leaving Arizona in 2006–also spent the first ten years of my marriage here.)  Both shops offer intriguing kitchy stuff–I purchased an Edgar Allen Poe lunch bucket and a Boo Radley’s t-shirt–and I’ll definitely be going back for stocking stuffers.  (Christmas is my favorite holiday and I buy stocking stuffers and gifts throughout the year and stash them away.)  I talked Jenni into buying an inflatable toupe (no kidding!) for a certain podcaster who is a friend of hers and is always lamenting his baldness.)  Got a great stocking stuffer for my mama, but since she reads this blog (hi, Mom), I can’t say what it is.  :)

The weather today is overcast, but for all I know, it will be hot and sunny five minutes from now.  :)

That’s today’s news from the Triple L, folks.  More tomorrow.



Tuesday, with a chance of meatballs

Or, more likely, rain.  :)  (Drat!  I do love meatballs.)

The Spokane sky seems threadbare, mostly gray, with only flimsy patches of blue showing through here and there.  Reminds me of a favorite pair of jeans, so often washed and worn, so long loved and lived in, that the fabric is nearly transparent.

In short, I’m content to think quiet thoughts today, and do quiet things.  Like writing, or reading, or maybe musing over an art project.

One of the many things I love about living in this part of Washington State is the marked difference between one season and the next.

Ah, but I didn’t see those growing. 

With this one, I have been a witness to the magic, from sprout to vine to blossom to an actual squash.

How amazing is that?!

And now, suddenly, the sun is out, and Jen tells me it will be 90 later today.

All that waxing poetic, apparently for naught.  Go figure. 

The Pony Express carried almost 35,000 pieces of mail over more than 650,000 miles during those nineteen months and lost only one mail sack.