I woke at four this morning with my nose running like a leaky faucet. So much for my allergist’s “motion activated allergies” theory since I wasn’t moving a muscle at the time! I finally got up and took one of my allergy pills and by then I was totally awake. It was five’ish before I got back to sleep.
Just in time for Taste of Tacoma, the temperatures started rising. We left at 10:30, picked up the mail, and went to a jeweler in Gig Harbor so I could get a new battery for an old watch. It is one I was awarded by the insurance company for which I worked back in Baltimore. It even has my name engraved on the watch face. I’m not sure I’ve ever even worn it because I didn’t especially like the leather watch band. I know what you’re thinking – I could have changed it. At any rate, I took it to the jeweler and she removed the back but the entire works came out and she could find no way to reach any battery. Hmmm…. So I’ll have to write the company with what I suppose is the serial number on the back. It is an Omega watch and Bill says they are really nice, expensive watches. Who knew?
Our next stop was Fred Meyer so I could return yesterday’s clothes. I found a white tank top and a pretty black cotton blouse on sale so I bought them, trusting they would fit when I got home with them.
Then it was on to Taste of Tacoma. It opened at eleven. We arrived at 12:30 and the place was packed already! We milled around sampling various items from numerous vendors.
We eventually made our way over to Mrs. B’s ice cream booth. She is a friend from many years back. I saw her there last year but she didn’t remember my telling her then that Clint had died. Of course, she was busy with the show. She told me that her husband Bill died since I saw her last year. He died from bone cancer they didn’t even know he had. Seems his doctor knew it for years and never told them. Too weird. Anyway, we caught up on the major events and exchanged phone numbers and email addresses.
At two o’clock we went over to hear Sitka Tex billed as Classic Country with Guitar, Fiddle and 10 Gallon Hat. He was quite good and when he sang “Ring of Fire” he sounded a lot like Johnny Cash. When that was done we cruised the non-food vendors. I looked high and low for the gal selling the hummingbird shirts but, alas and alack, she was nowhere to be found. At three we went to the Comedy Club to hear Ted Boswell. He had the personality of a pea and was quite full of himself. I didn’t find him particularly funny. At least two couples walked out in the middle of the show.
We checked out the last of the non-food vendors and then went back to the food court. It was hot and I was ready for an ice cream cone not realizing Bill wanted a couple more “tastes” before we left. Ok, so I had dessert in the middle. We up with some crispy Hawaiian chicken nuggets and a skewer of marinated steak from the Argentinean booth and then found our way back to the car.
Bill called to order a Pei Po duck this morning but when we arrived at six o’clock the place was locked up tight. He thought they were open until seven. Oops! By then Bill had decided he wanted to go to The Kabuki. I was hoping for air conditioned comfort but that wasn’t the case. We both had a cup of miso soup and Bill had his favorite sunomono salad (with octopus) and shiro maguro (albacore tuna sushi) while I had a Spider Roll (includes fried soft shell crab and other fillings such as cucumber, avocado, daikon sprouts or lettuce, roe, and spicy mayonnaise).
We headed across the Narrows Bridge. The fruit & veggie stand was still open so we stopped and got a honeydew melon, cantelope and tomato. We sure enjoy that place during the summer months. It was 8:30 by time we dragged ourselves into the house. I was half way through writing up today’s adventure when Bill announced he was going to watch another “Magnum” episode. We watched one and started a second. Bill crashed and burned half way through the second one but I finished it and now I’m finished here and ready to hit the sack myself. It has been a very long day, especially having been out and on my feet most of yesterday. It was made worse by the continued battle with my allergies but tomorrow is another day and I hope to stay home and recuperate from all the excitement.
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