Red Brinkman Gourmet Electric Smoker

Diane picked me up at Sea-Tac
in her black Mercede Benz Convertable.
Zounds!
We took the ferry to the island
that has been there so long
waiting for the arrival
of its inhabitance.
On its own, creating more beauty each day.
The lush, green growtrh on the island
tells you of the rainy days it has seen
Don, Diane and I celebrate seeing each other
after such a long time.
So much has happened in our lives
over the years, we are glad to be here.
I crawl into bed, and sleep finds me soon.
In the night I awaken to watch the moon,
find its way spreading its road
of moonlight on the water.
I wonder if the seals and otters
could walk on this road.
I wished that somehow I could
to see where it would take me.
Maybe into the speed boat to eat?
I sip my morning espresso
and look out over Puget Sound.
Diane will be up soon and make us
one of her delicious blueberry, yogurt slushes.
The island is quiet except for
the drone of the engines from the ferry.
However, there has been activity
in the beach house kitchen.
Dons been busy preparing for dinner.
My nose picks up the smoky smell
of meat cooking on his
Red Brinkman Gourmet Electric Smoker.
It drifts through the air
titilating all receiving nostrils,
reminding you that dinner tonight
has begun its journey.
The flags on the deck change direction
as they begin telling us their story for today.
The otters and seals have visited
the speed boat tied to the float
in front of the house
during the night.
They remove the cover to create
a perfect spot to eat.
Someone will have to take the kayak out
to reach the speed boat,
to clean up the mess
and put the cover back in place.
The air is cool and crystal clear,
the waves are lapping against the boat,
the tide is going out.
Soon the beach will appear
and we will amble as we walk
talking about the beach houses,
the people who occupy them
and the years gone by
when we met and became friends.
Zeke and Luke, son Barry and Lisas children
will be playing at a friends soon
who lives in one of the beach houses
we saw on our walk.
This may be the perfect place
for grandchildren to flourish,
surrounded by the constant flow of love
emulating from their grateful grandparents.
Carlos, the Mexican dog Diane and Don rescued
oversees this entire operation, quietly ruling.
He misses nothing and is a dedicated loyal companion.
We had "Letting Go Sessions"
which he seemed to enjoy.
We will never know
all there is to know about him.
That's the way he wants it.
Thorly found and got the best house,
which will sustain her family
for the mext four years.
Diane and I feel privileged
to have hopefully had a part in this.
Everyone was happy.
On one of our visits to town Diane and I
went to the coffee shop.
What a great place
to enter and inhale the invisible aromas
drifting through the air.
Sweet rolls, espresso machines and island coffee,
did it say heaven on the front door?
Lunch at the vegetarian reataurant
Diane had been wanting to try,
which was sooooooo good.
Long walks on the island
which at one point proved perilous to me.
Wondering about the party for 70
here at the beach house.
What about the trash?
Need plates and party favors?
Where will the food go?
A silver cable to reinforce the railing
just in case the unexpected might happen.
Like life.
This is a place
where your heart can go to rest,
where beauty greets you
over every hill and at the waters edge.
Ron Tied?
Gypsy and I are back at the cabin.
Her leg is better and so is mine.
We missed each other.
My Red Brinkman Gourmet Electric Smoker
is gently preparing a pork roast.
Gypsy and I are salivating
as we smell the smoky air
as it drifts around the cabin.
We are grateful for our memories.
Hers of her stay at the dog spa,
and mine of my visit
to the island beach house
where the present and the past
came to rest in sweet memories
held in the safe hands of time.