So, having done absolutely nothing but make pie and play Settlers of Catan all summer, letting the weekends fall from our hands like bouncy balls, we are going on trips. Two weekends in a row. Just when we should be spending the weekends hunting the housebeast with our native guide, the Realtor.

We are quite silly. But off we go, to what some affectionately call the “Emerald City,” and some jealously call “Sodom on the Sound,” and I pragmatically call “where my sister and the Crumpet Shop are.” Given the attractions therein combined, I think you can guess my feelings about visiting Seattle.

Glee!