Wow, 30 years? Really? Wow.

The Davenport Hotel, Spokane, Washington

The lovely view outside our window.
We couldn't figure out how to get down there.

Our lovely huge room.

Me in the lovely "lounging" area of our room.

A lovely table to write at. We didn't, but we could have!

Our lovely huge bathroom. Granite counters, really?

And our lovely huge breakfast. Ordered in!!!!
That's never been done before!

And me in a lovely humongous ballroom!

Yup. Thirty years have come and gone. What a ride!

......sounds from my childhood......

I love to remember..............

Here are a few...

the sound of a dishwasher running......

an airplane flying overhead on a warm summer day....

hearing the roar of the crowd cheering at the
Cougar Football game
at Martin Stadium on a Saturday afternoon....

the tick of my mom's grandfather clock on a quiet weekday....AND when it chimes....

My mom singing while she cleaned....

a lawn mower humming while the sun shines bright.....

a bird chirping and singing, anytime...........

My Dad................

I know, I can't believe my dad still plays racket ball
at age 94, but he does!

See--proof that I tried to play, too! Although it looks
like we are just walking around!

And maybe a little standing around too--no, wait, I saw us move!

He still has a wicked serve, let me tell ya!!

Dad, thanks for teaching me to play!