Picture this — the City of Sequim and surrounds in 1980. Long strings of traffic roll through Washington Street on the way to Hurricane Ridge. Some people stop at local restaurants. Cows graze on pasture lands and vegetables grow in the large green valley.
I hadn’t thought too much — really not at all — about column karma until a “No Trespassing” sign was posted in our neighborhood. Those of you who read and remember my columns will know why I might think of the laws of karma when the sign appeared.
Northwest December darkness may yield the most recognized religious holidays celebrated than any other month; at least that’s my impression. I knew about Christmas (Dec. 25) and Hanukkah (Dec. 6-13), but had to do a bit more research to give weight to my theory. Here’s what I found.
The older I get and the squarer my body becomes, I begin to resemble my ancestor aunts who stayed behind in Norway while four of their brothers, my father among them, immigrated to the USA.
Not again; please … not again. We were having coffee the last morning before our return from what was a wonderfully relaxing and contemplative trip to the Oregon Coast when “breaking news” announced another school shooting in progress.
Ever since the now well-known response by Donald Trump, one of the candidates for President — in case you hadn’t heard — in which he said, “A big problem this country has is being politically correct. I don’t have time to be politically correct,” I’ve contemplated just what being politically correct is.
During the hottest part of the unsettling heat and dryness, my husband and I found ourselves paying a lot more attention to weather forecasts. One particular forecast was being broadcast while we were in a Seattle area hotel having a so called continental breakfast of chunks of scrambled eggs and 1,000-calorie-each muffins.
“During summer’s Dog Days, flies increase in numbers and snakes go blind” … so says an old Farmers’ Almanac calendar to describe the period between July 3 and Aug. 11, known as the “Dog Days.”