Saturday, December 4, 2010

Home Away from Yome

We're on the road. Chattanooga, Tennessee, to be exact. We have decided to take this time, before we are responsible for any chickens, when there are no seedlings being nursed in any closets, cold frames or greenhouses, and before our cats live in the Yome with us, to get all of our family visiting out of the way. The subtext here being: don't ask us to come visit for the next few years.... we're busy. From Chattanooooooga we'll be heading to NYC, Massamachewsketts and New Hampshire, getting home right before New Years. Christy and I still feel weird not working on anything for a whole month, but we might as well enjoy it while we can.

I wanted to take a moment, while we are traveling through the towns of our pasts, to talk about the town of our future: Kingston, Washington. The gateway to the Olympic Peninsula. The little town by the sea. For two city dwellers like us, "little" is the operative word. I assumed it would take some time for us to transition to small town living, and it is a different experience from the big city (Seattle not being all that big to begin with), but it has already charmed us and welcomed us with open arms. Both the local pub and the coffee shop ( with $1 drip!) know Christy by name, as she always comes in waving her Udi's gluten free bread, which they happily make sandwiches for her on. Our neighbor to the east is a bartender at the pub by the dock. As a matter of fact, the whole town has a population well under 2,000. We went to the local movie theatre recently, inside a converted fire house, and were the only people in the room. The owner came out talked to us about the movie, movies in general, the town and how he used to sled down our street as a kid. Apparently everyone knows the steep hill on the way to Mellish Fields, locally refered to as "Jap Hill" (the street is called Jefferson Point, and I hope that's where the name comes from). Hopefully we'll get an opportunity to go for a slide this winter... And then there's the hardware store employees, for whom we are apparently an endless source of entertainment. It's a little different living in a town where everyone starts learning your name and, presumably, gossiping about you (we're locally known as "the yurt people"), but I think we're going to fit in just fine. Even more so since they've heard Christy's karaoke rendition of Bobby McGee!

Alright, dinner's cooking, and I'm cooking it. Here are the requisite pictures of the latest state of our greenhouse. We finished it (98%) before we left, and look forward to building shelfs and heat sinks when we get back......