Look Ma! I'm Blogging!

Well, the experts in the writing business say that one must blog. So blog I must and blog I shall.

Since I've been in magazines and newspapers, I'm used to deadlines and word limitations. It says below that I have "25,000 characters". I have no idea how many words that is. Hell, during menopause, I was 25,000 characters.

My husband (known as "The Sainted One" in my articles) and I are spending the weekend at our second place on Whidbey Island. For those of you unfamiliar with the area, Whidbey is north of Seattle, and tonight we'll watch 3 passenger ships sail past our place and head to Victoria or Vancouver B.C. The weather sucks this evening. It's drippy - as it often is in Seattle - but tomorrow is supposed to be nicer.

My sister drove up from Bainbridge Island (which is across the Sound from Seattle) and spent the day with us. My sister's husband is the creator of the Talking Beer Openers that were mentioned in a Dave Barry column and are sold in stores everywhere. It's truly amazing that money can be made doing something like that. And he's made a lot at it. He's always given me his beta testing products, so I tested the first Talking Beer Opener that allowed you to record your own voice on it. When you play ours - which is triggered when it touches the bottlecap - my voice comes out, cold and imperious: "Just how many is that now?"

While Barbie was here, we had one too many beers and laughed too hard. That's the way it always is when we get together: Exhausting. In the very best way.

Well, The Sainted One just said that there's a ship going out and one coming in. Must go. Let's see if this sucker is 25,000 characters ...