|Trish and her Aunt Jan at Busara, a Thai restaurant|
She planned to leave in time to catch the Edmonds ferry to Bainbridge Island, but it was not to be. Just a half hour or so after she drove away, I got a call that she had a flat tire about ten minutes outside of town. She drove the entire distance from the East Coast without a problem, but now we needed to find some way to get her to a place where she could buy a new tire on a Saturday night. She had already decided to go to the Bellingham Walmart, where she would be situated for a purchase in the morning (it's open on Sunday), but the tow driver suggested that the Mt. Vernon Walmart was only five miles farther, and going south, the right direction.
I drove out to where she was stranded on the highway and we spent another nice period of time together while we waited, and I just received a text message from her that she's safe and sound at the Mt. Vernon Walmart for the evening. I had planned to write a Saturday post all day long, but things kept transpiring to get in the way. Now I'm happily ensconced at home and she's safe.
|A selfie showing the eyes|
It was truly a great visit, and I hope if she decides to stay in the Pacific Northwest, that it's close enough for a visit or two. We laughed a lot. She's a very special person.