Hi, Bear.
Wondered how much poking it would take to wake you up. (Yeah, Betsey-we were told as kids not to poke the bear. But then, when did kids ever listen to their folks?)
Whidbey Island, huh? Sounds like a dream. I've often passed small island communities and wondered how much fun it would be to live there. Even though I was raised in Oakland (anything but a small town), we had a small town sense of community in our area. Everybody knew everyone within a five block radius, all the kids played together, all the parents kept a eye out on us kids-not just their own, we had block party pot-lucks, everyone went to each others' christenings, weddings, funerals... I miss that, even with the inevitable gossip that is so much a part of small town life.
So I hope you get that scouting job. I hope you've found a home in Whidbey. You have a lot to offer all those future rangers. Go for it!
Now Southern California isn't so bad. The deserts and high mountains are gorgeous. Lots of space to get lost in (or dump a body, but that's another story). Only problem is the megalopolis sprawl, but you get that in any high density living area.
That being said, I'd rather live along the northern coast with just enough neighbors for friendship and mutual security. A cottage by the sea....at today's prices, dream on girl.
As for what my hubby does to make me wonder....ain't tell'n ya, tee-hee!
And your lady friend with the breathing problem...Breath Right nose strips might help. (gotcha!)
Nice to have you back, Bear.
Camp on,
Sue