On Sunday it was hot in the Puget Sound zone of Washington. Well, hot for the western part of Washington. I think it got to 90. So, my grand, or is it great, nephew Spencer Jack had his first day at the beach. I learned this from Spencer Jack's Blog.Spencer lives in La Conner. That's a cool tourist town in the Skagit Valley, near where I lived.
There are a lot of beaches on the Puget Sound. And a lot of parks. The parks are manmade, but the beaches are all natural. Unlike here in Fort Worth, where there is much excitement about a water project giving Fort Worth a little lake and some canals. And ridding the town of its scenic convergence of 2 forks of the Trinity River. I don't think Fort Worth gets any beaches in the deal.
Where I lived in Washington I could drive 5 miles to the east and be in the Cascade Mountain foothills. I could drive 15 miles west and be at a saltwater beach. Why am I living in Fort Worth I pause to ponder?
There is talk, among some, that I'll never return to Texas, after my month up in Washington, that starts in 18 days. But I've got a return ticket. I have to come back here. I love Texas. Whining and complaining and observing absurdity is what I enjoy. There is so little for me to whine and complain and observe absurdly in Washington. Well, the traffic sucks worse than Texas up there, but that's nothing fun to whine and complain about.
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