Friday, November 21

you guys rock!

Living large on Whidbey. If you haven't visited yet, I hate to be so direct, totally should. It is pretty great out here. I've been blessed this year with quite a few visitors to 307 Spyglass Dr.

Last December, two months before I actually moved to Whidbey Island, my first visitor, Evan, purchased his ticket for February. Since February, Ricarra, Calli, Gretchen, Mackenzie, the Tillets, and just recently Mom and Dad have all made it safely across the ferry, to this little, floating piece of rural America. I don't have pictures of all my visitors, but I thought I'd post a few pictures of the visitors from this year. Thank you for blessing me with your visits, friends and family. Sometimes it is hard to live on an island, most of the time it is cool, but each visitor has enriched my life this year.

Whidbey Times - police blotter

Whidbey Island is probably the safest place I've ever lived. There are a few sheriff deputies employed up and down the island, but I see them rarely. Unfortunately I had the chance of seeing one rather closely a few weeks ago when I was racing through the small community of Greenbank after church. I was in route to the last farmer's market of the season and looking forward to a delicious lunch of homemade soup and potatoes with Mr. Mobley's special tahini sauce. The deputy was not impressed with that story and pointedly wrote me a $144 ticket. Wow! I've been served many tickets in my day. I think this one raises the median cost. Ouch.

At any rate, the police on this island are not busy keeping order, busting up drug cartels, nailing drunks, or writing burglary reports. It is comforting to live in a place where doors needn't be locked. I love that characteristic of Whidbey.

A humorous extension to this fact is that the police blotter in the local papers are filled with ridiculous, hilarious notations. I found one the other day that deserves a highlight on my blog.

Saturday, November 1

@ 8:10 a caller reported a woman, dressed in a flapper costume with high heels, was
trying to get to some puppies in a ditch off Hwy 20 near Sleeper Rd.