So, yesterday started off slow. I peeled myself away from the computer to drive wanderingoddity
to the transit center in Everett, since on weekends, her 'I can get to Seattle by city buses!' plan goes all awry. She paid me with one (1) tank of gas, because she is a nice sister. Mission was a success, she got on her bus. She'll be home Monday. (She'd damn well better be, she has work.)
After that, I hung out in a grocery store cafe, and RPed via my magical internet phone for a while, and talked to people. And ate a delicious chonda bagel. Must have bagels more often - I'd forgotten that I actually like
Then the urge to be a responsible adult bit again, so I tried to go find the North Region Office where I'll have to report at eight on Wednesday morning for training. Everett is entirely set on an angle, and poorly signed, but I found the place easily enough, and marked it on my GPS. Nothing will keep me from getting back there on time now, mwahahah.
So then the responsible adult went and found two of the three geocaches closest to the NRO. They were both nanos, bah, but fun was still had.
Then, on the way home, I stopped in at my Aunt J's, because I had in the car a book that I wanted to give her. She wasn't there, but Grandma was, watching the three cousins. I hung out for a little while, and got myself invited to a family party back down in Everett. My cousin Tim graduated with a degree in computers, today. So a bunch of family I am tentatively related to through one or more marriages was gathered in a very substantial buffet down there. I'm not ashamed to admit that I gorged. Mm, sushi. Mmm, Mongolian grill.
So back to Aunt J's house, then. Or almost back. The kids are mad about geocaching, so they pleaded and pleaded for me to find them a cache. So we pulled over at the park just shy of their place, and my magic interphone found us two possibilities. The first one was a bust. No luck at all. (Checking later revealed that it was a micro in the nettles, something my magiphone doesn't tell me.) The second one, though, took us up into the campground, and for a nice 1/3mile hike out into the ferns. Grandma came with us, which surprised me. We found her some sturdy walking sticks and helped her over the deadfalls. She was huffing and puffing by the time we got to the cache (mostly due to our wrong turns), but in good humor. It was a great cache, best I've seen in a long time. Big ammo can, full of swag, atop a scenic cliff looking down towards the mouth of Port Susan. The kids each got something, and I left a small handful of swag, and signed the log for all of us. Going back to the car was a much shorter walk, though keeping up with L and A was tricky.
Back to the house then
. T was wild to go find two more, a little ways north of their place, but it was nine at night, and after the horse chores were done, it was beginning to get dark. And bedtime was looming. So instead, A and I went down to play with Luna, her ancient, patient mare. I rode bareback for the first time in my life, and didn't fall off or piss off the very large mammal under me. And after that, I made my farewells and went home.
A bath was much needed. I smelled of buffet and horse, and itched comprehensively from sunburn and nettlebite.
And then this morning I went to church, which I haven't done in a long time. I think I'll go back after training is over.