Thank Heaven for Little Girls

I’m spending the second week of my vacation with my two younger daughters. (We call them the “little girls” even though my middle daughter is 14 years old.) I sent the car back to Spokane with my husband and son, so we’re here without wheels.

It was drizzling this morning. The girls got up and made a surprise breakfast so I could focus on getting this week’s Treasure Hunting column turned in, and then we caught the 9:45 a.m. bus into Tillamook to spend a couple of hours at “Rainy Day Books.” That’s where we met Webster the shop cat.

We found more books than we could comfortably carry around town, so we left them at the bookstore while we had lunch and did a little more shopping.

In one of the thrift stores my older “little girl” found a vintage red wool Boy Scout jacket she had to have. I found a vintage plaid Pendleton jacket that needed me, so we added two more shopping bags to our loot.

By the time we caught the return bus, the rain was pouring and the wind was blowing. The bus dropped us off a couple of blocks from the cottage we’re renting, so we slogged home carrying two big (heavy) bags of books and two shopping bags full of vintage woolens.

The wind turned our umbrellas inside out, drenching us, and I was howling with laughter (If my older teenagers had been there they would have pushed me off the side of the road and left me.)

Back home we toweled off, lit a fire, grabbed a book and settled in for the rest of the day. Now that’s a vacation!