Greetings from Juanita Beach

The bad weather forecast for the weekend finally arrived on Sunday. It was drizzling when we arrived at Daniel's house for brunch with him and Cahaya, and continued at nearby Greenlake Grill, to which we walked after greeting the dogs, where we had eggs, pancakes, and hash browns among other things. Then we left Daniel and Cahaya to their chores and her schoolwork and went to Juanita Beach Park for the PNW Witches' Market, which had been infiltrated by the evangelists who show up at sports events to tell us we're going to hell, and where it rained so hard that we did a quick swing through the tents before coming home.

 

I folded laundry while we watched the Seahawks lose to the Bills, and we weren't very hungry for dinner after our big brunch, so we ate bagels while the 49ers beat the Cowboys (the Commanders had already won, so it was a good day in the NFC East, though the Ravens played a terrible game that was not televised here). Now we're watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, which is still my favorite of the movies (and books), and I really miss the days when I believed Rowling had deliberately created Lupin as a metaphorical closeted gay man suffering from AIDS in a way children reading her books could understand and relate to.