Betsy was here for the weekend! Among our toury flurry was a day trip back to my old hometown of Grayland. It was nice to be there, and also sort of strange and profound. I was struck by the notion of my parents moving there. They were the same age as I am now. They moved from San Francisco to this tiny, dark, rain-drenched outpost in rural Washington, and it must have been pretty weird. Anyway, our house is still there, but nobody lives in it, and nature is quickly reclaiming what's left. Most of the trees around the house are gone and somebody mows the lawn, which wasn't there before. I was able to walk through mom's old sewing room and my bedroom, since one of the back walls is gone. We also went to the beach, which was my favorite part of the day. It was wide and stormy, littered with sand dollars and roaring like the freeway just as I remembered. I could have stayed there with my feet in the water forever, honestly.