For various reasons, we don't eat a lot of processed foods, and that generally means a lot of hands on cooking, which we both enjoy. Procuring edibles is half the fun. I don't mean shuffling through the local supermarket trying not to run over any toes with an over-laden trolly full of packaged industrial food-like substances. Farmers markets, small producers, that's where the real food is. During the summer there are several farmer's markets in the Seattle area. The biggest we've found is the wonderful, year round, Ballard Farmers' Market.
Heirloom tomatoes, homemade pies, handmade cheeses, berries, peaches, greens and root vegetables, flowers, fish just off the boat (or out of the smoker, sold by the skipper himself), Walla Walla onions, fresh bread, the list is endless, seasonal and mouthwatering. There's a constant supply of street musicians, including a one man band (accordion, cornet, and percussion), a jazz band and some student violinists raising money for their school orchestra. It's easy cycling distance for us, so I expect we'll be regulars.
After several days of house hunting with the ever-resourceful Suzy, we have found a place that meets our requirements. Cycling distance to D.'s office, not up a lung-busting hill, reasonable size, but not too big, a place to store a tandem (besides under the bed)
|A tandem that fits under the bed, or in the two suitcases it's towing.|
a functional kitchen, on a quiet road, with a nice view, and bedroom ceiling high enough to accommodate our four poster bed. The only place it fails is the bedroom. We will have to do without the canopy in order to squeeze the bed in up under the eaves. On the other hand it has a Murphy bed, something I've always wanted since seeing one on a rerun of I Love Lucy (can't find that online, but this is pretty silly). It also comes with two car parking spaces, not that we have a car.
We should be closing on 16 September, it could have been earlier, but the owner requested the later date and our shipment won't arrive for a further week. To contrast with the home buying process in the UK, we accepted an offer on our place in London in late June. Both buyer and seller want to expedite the process, cash buyer, no chain. Closing date? Only the solicitors have any idea, and they're not saying. The general consensus from friends who have bought recently in the UK is that it usually takes several months, and that's without any complications.
No shortage of that around here: