No, I have not wandered off into the ether. Actually I've been about the business of life -- running errands, buying groceries, purchasing things for the new house, putting them together, finding stuff in boxes, making a glorious mess, keeping track of the finances, watching the ladies paint the pig --
OH WAIT! I didn't tell about the pig, did I?
Well, there is a large green sow in my garage right now. She is a fiberglass pig about the size of a small riding lawnmower (I happen to know this because there's one parked right next to her), and my downstairs neighbor and her friends are painting her up in anticipation of the 100th anniversary of the Pike Place Market's existence. She and 99 other such piggies will be on display at the Market when they're all done. The Market people chose pigs specifically because the official mascot of the Market is Rachel, a life-sized brass piggy bank who stands vigil at the corner near Pike Place Fish.
Watching the painting of the pig has been both interesting and amusing. I've been tempted to make some custom postage stamps over at Zazzle with an image of the pig and the words "Home of the Emerald Piggie," and send out some snailmail letters festooned with this silliness. Alas, I can't quite justify the cost.
Sorry, not much more exciting than that to report. I can see I'll have to start making up huge extravagant lies if this blog is going to be interesting in future. Let's see now...