Dan Dan the Retired Transportation Man wasn’t having my tongue planted firmly in-cheek misrepresentation of our new digs. In hindsight, it was dumb to try to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes after inviting DDRTM and his lovely bride to the new crib.
Here’s the new east-facing downtown Olympia, WA/Mount Rainier view from the backyard deck yesterday aft. If I had panned to the left, you’d see the Port of Olympia, to the right, the Capital Dome in all its liberal Democrat glory (until Bird is elected).
In fairness to my playing fast and loose with the truth, we are a half a mile from the urban core and you can almost see the aforementioned alley in this picture.
The truth of the matter is the move was not the result of too much nature, but you knew that already because you’ve read me enough to detect sarcasm. And there’s no such thing as too much nature. Nature is like Costco’s chocolate Tuxedo cake, you can never have too much.
All I think I can safely say is the move was a result of the Good Wife’s considerable health challenges. Maybe I can say a little more without getting into trouble, Walking up and down stairs more specifically.
I am keenly aware of my privilege, moving from one very nice house with amazing views to another beautiful, like-new house with a very nice view. The material comforts are less important than the fact that the new crib works a lot better for the GalPal. It’s just a bonus that I can mow the front and back lawns in about 5-7 minutes.
One wonders, what will I do with all the saved “yard” time? A few things. I will use some of it to craft more subtle and nuanced made up stories that even DDRTM cannot detect. And the rest to ponder who the hell the “we” is when Orange Jesus says, “We are so innocent”.